Chapter 26- Tie it in a bow R-18*

POV- Nathan Cross

Kate wore the cockiest grin worn by anyone other than Stark, moving bottle after bottle onto a trolley and wheeling it down to my room on the other end of the hall. Bucky's gift was definitely going to be consumed tonight, as he had organised a tasting sample of different cocktails and mixers for me to try, hoping I'd find something specific, rather than just drinking bottles of whatever was available.

Jessica and Kate were just as eager to get drinking as I was, though for them it was the experience they were seeking rather than the taste. Jess asked, "So what are we starting with?"

"Probably the cocktails. They should be sweeter and less…harsh."

Beginning with some basic tasting, the three of us began playing drinking games, which admittedly would have been unfair if I hadn't limited my regeneration.

After a game of low-risk dare Jenga, that was left over from the party held at my place months ago, which resulted in both me and Jessica without our shirts and Kate without her shorts and a stupid pair of rabbit ears on her head, the games came to an end. Jessica was still somewhat sober, perhaps as a result of her mutant physiology, but Kate was out for the count, so I picked her up gently from her spot on a stool by the bar/bench and lay her to rest on the couch.

"Hey Nate," I hear from over my shoulder as I brush a strand of hair from Kate's face.

"Yeah?"

"Since she'll be sleeping here, do you mind if I crash here as well? I don't really like sleeping in my room." The excuse wouldn't have seemed plausible to anyone over the age of 9, and the thick blush on her cheeks, only worsened by the effects of alcohol, didn't help with her deception.

Taking a look at the half-European girl in front of me, I can't help but wonder whether I should reject her or not. 'If I accept, and sleep with her, it might cause issues, but if I reject her, it WILL cause issues and additionally could damage her self-image. I'm going to kill Peter for putting me in this position,' I swore to myself. 'I could theoretically send a message to one of the Avengers, but Clint was elsewhere, and just like Cap or Bucky, would be embarrassing for the girl. I could call Wanda, but the result would still be awkward, and I didn't want to wake her and Vision up just to manoeuvre around the socially sticky situation. God, I miss Nat.'

"Fine, go grab whatever you need while I clean up." Jess's long hair whipped behind her as she dashed out of the room, leaving me in relative silence if I ignored the deep, steady breaths of the passed-out Kate. Ignoring my couch thief, I pack away the dozens of empty bottles and glasses that covered the tables and floor of the apartment. 'I know the robot cleaners would have removed them tomorrow morning, but there is something about sleeping in a disruptively dirty home that irks me to no end.' I finished packing all of the glassware into the kitchen where it would be dealt with tomorrow, before looking back at my current company. 'She really is different from the show,' I note. 'Still funny, but about 3-4 years from being the confident and sexy Kate Bishop from the show that everyone loved. Yelena was hot, but Kate was cute and kind at the same time, which for many was equally sexy.' Grabbing a spare blanket from the cupboard and throwing it over the murmuring archer, I hear Jess make her way back through the door, dressed…differently than I'd imagined.

Instead of the sexy pyjamas, or even comfy lingerie, I'd expected from her, Jess had shown just the extent of her craziness, having snuck the 20 feet from her room to mine, wearing nothing but the small, red, stick-on ribbon that I recall being attached to one of my presents. With the bright red ribbon stuck on her abdomen right between her average-sized but perky boobs, she was looking to be an interesting end to the night, if things continued.

"Well? What do you think of my present?" she asked, her pale skin not hiding her nervous embarrassment that turned her cheeks red despite the forwardness of her behaviour.

"I think you couldn't think of one, and decided that this was a better alternative to nothing," I say calmly. 'After so long with Ophelia, the half-baked attempt to seduce me from a 16-year-old with limited experience really isn't enough to drive me wild. She's beautiful no doubt, with her long dark hair and pale, muscular body and toned ass, there wasn't anything WRONG with her, besides being French, but there just wasn't anything particularly special about her.'

Averting her gaze slightly, she replied, "That…sounds about right yeah. But that doesn't mean I was joking." Walking steadily over to me, her heart beat loud enough to be heard, picking up pace and intensity as she grew close enough to touch and further still as her lips reached mine. "MMmf," she moaned into my mouth as I took control, contesting with her tongue briefly before exploring her mouth. The two of us stood in the carpeted living area, barely 4 feet from Kate, yet the grinding of her hips gave little indication that Jess wanted to stop anytime soon. Pulling back for a breath, she gasped out, "Your… fucking amazing. I figured with your serious nature you wouldn't have all that much experience." 'Should I feel insulted? I'm not that serious I don't think,' I reasoned internally at her words.

"Look, before this goes further, I'm not going to date you." Her head leant back to observe me better, and there was a flash of indignation in her eyes. "Or anyone on my team," I finish. "So, if you want to take back the gift, that's totally fine. I'll call this a drunken accident and never bring it up again."

Her face went through a series of miniature expressions, before ending with a small smirk. "This is what I meant about being too serious, you know? And I wasn't asking you out, Nathan, just trying to fuck you." Sliding her arms around my neck, she pulls herself back into a kiss, using initiative to 'take' control while I kick off my shoes and step out of my jeans. The socks come off with a clever use of a needled kagune, and within five seconds I'm more naked than the ribboned Jessica, who had begun running her hands through my hair.

R-18 Ahead*

Breaking the kiss, I tease down her neck, my hands having slid up her waist to her breasts to massage and play with the perky tits in front of me. As my kisses slid lower down her body, trailing over her collarbone and to the firm tits in my hands, I slide my tongue along the white of her breasts, avoiding the small areola entirely, while my other hand played with the hardened nub of the other. Switching from right to left, I repeat my actions, drawing a gasp from the girl. I couldn't be rough like I was to Ophelia, and there was nothing romantic or emotionally involved with any of this, which left me almost mechanical, not that Jess seemed to notice or care as she gripped my hair and moaned into my ear. Flicking my tongue over the nipple sends a shot of electricity up her spine, jolting her as she lets out a gasp, and I start licking, sucking and ever-so-gently biting at her boobs, switching breasts occasionally.

With one hand and my mouth occupied, my other hand was free to trail downward, and with slight pressure, two of my fingers slid inside her warmth. Within two minutes she was desperately panting, and after another minute, she climaxed, leaning against the sofa opposite Kate's sleeping figure, her screams muffled by my own lips as I sealed hers shut. Turning her to face Kate, bent over and gripping the back of the sofa, I ran my dick over her lower lips, coating my head and shaft in her own juices.

"Please," she groans out, and with a firm thrust, I slide inside, stopping only when I make contact with her cervix. 'Everything about this girl requires me to control myself, which in all honesty, is driving me nuts. Ophelia is going to absolutely get it tomorrow.' Thrusting inside the tight, wet box was pleasant, and for her, amazing, but I couldn't help but regret accepting. 'Is this like foreplay for tomorrow, except with a several-hour gap of blue balling in between?' Picking up the pace as I felt her slowly tighten on my shaft, I couldn't stop the loud shrieks and expletives that slipped from her mouth as I drove into her. Admittedly, I was thrusting as hard as I could before each thrust would hurt her, but there was no doubt it was effective. Slightly slumped over the back of the couch, Jessica instead begs for another round, though begs might be the wrong word. "Get your cock back in me until you finish. I can go all night," she gasped, and while the reference made me chuckle at her stubbornness, I was at least a little glad she was so hard-headed. 'Otherwise, I'd be absolutely blue balled.'

Placing my hands beneath her thighs and lifting her into the air with her back flat against my chest and her legs spread apart, I thrust myself inside her again, repeatedly dropping her down on my rod and using her as a human fleshlight. At first, her scream was in surprise, then panic, but soon her heavy breathing and loud moans filled the room again, again making me wonder why Kate hadn't woken up. Walking over to the space in front of the sleeping Kate, not stopping the thrusts as I did so, the two of us continued fucking, the 'sleeping,' girl only adding to the pleasure felt as it added a sense of risk, though for me, who could hear the archer's heartbeat, added a sense of voyeurism. I'd felt her gaze on me occasionally and had caught her watching in the reflection of the window, which removed any guilt I might have had for having sex in front of her. Slamming hard into Jessica, with her box barely three feet from the watching girl gave me the added pleasure I needed to finally get off, and after Jessica's umpteenth climax, I let out a groan.

"I'm gonna cum. Where?" 'Even now as I fuck a girl within arm's reach of her friend, I have the decency to ask where to cum. An absolute gentleman.'

"Pull out, I'm not on birth control."

"And you didn't ask if I had a condom instead? That's unwise Jess."

"Shut it and cum already," she said breathily, more worn out than was strictly comfortable. Thrusting inside a few more times, I pull out and release, the upward angle showering both Jess and Kate in my fluids, which causes both to shiver as the hot sperm burns against their skin. Jess hadn't noticed Kate's observations and was more annoyed at having cum on her than shocked I'd cum on her friend, if she'd noticed at all, planting a kiss on my cheek as I set her down before she staggered to the shower.

R-18 End*

Looking down at the fake-sleeping pervert, I kneel down beside her, with my face only inches from her own. "Next time Kate, don't pretend to sleep. I'm more than happy for you to watch." Her eyes shot open in surprise, only to glance towards my still rock-hard cock within only a foot of her face. "Don't worry Kate, the spunk on you is your punishment. I'm not going to touch you for a while yet." I could almost feel the emotions fluctuating inside her, bouncing from relief to annoyance, to rage, then to confusion, repeating the cycle. Scooping a small dollop of still-warm cum from her cheek with my finger, I bring it to her mouth. "Call it a birthday wish," I say with a smirk. Her cheeks are a vibrant red, but she leans in and sucks it from my finger, swallowing it before looking for more on her own accord.

"I was told it tasted terrible, but that's fucking incredible. Like frozen honey." While a little confused as to why anyone would freeze honey, I was even more startled by her words prior. 'Maybe my pheromone ability somehow affects my physiology as well, making my sperm addictive in and of itself.' I realised the dangers of that, looking back at Kate only to see her licking the remains of another scoop from her fingers. 'Well, shit. I guess that would explain why MJ, Betty and Ophelia got so clingy so quickly after. Another problem for another day.' Leaving the pervert alone on the couch, I return to my room, not bothering to wash as Ophelia would be driven wild tasting another woman on me. 'She's like a cuckquean without being in a proper relationship. Head sex toy perhaps? No. That sounds far too narcissistic. At least tomorrow I could have sex until her body broke down,' I noted, the thoughts sending me to sleep with a raging hard-on.