Aurum picked his character, took a steady breath, and hit ‘start’.
“FIGHT!” the in-game announcer called.
Everything happened lightning-quick. Our characters moved at blistering speeds, the pixels blurring on the screen. For experienced gamers like us, we understood every micro-movement and the meaning behind it, but I doubted anyone in the audience had a clue what was going on. It must’ve looked like total chaos.
Aurum was a talented fighter. To meet his level, my skills sharpened to a razor point. Every tap of the joystick and slam of the button was deliberate and precise. My character dodged Aurum’s attacks by a hair’s breadth, and Aurum ducked my counterattacks just the same. Our concentration was too sharp to even speak to each other. The feinting and punching went onuntil we were both straining with our controllers and sweating bullets.
Then, for a split-second, Aurum slipped.
I seized my chance. My character rushed forward and delivered a brutal sonic punch that sent his opponent flying across the stage. I dashed into a follow-up combo, catching the exact frame that Aurum’s character would’ve recovered in, but I didn’t let him. The attack I executed was difficult, almost impossible to pull off. It required hours of practice.
Good thing I’d done exactly that.
The final uppercut knocked out Aurum’s character. His health bar plummeted to zero. The in-game announcer called, “GAME!”
We both collapsed back on the couch, panting and exhausted. My fingers were sore from the epic battle. It felt like the joystick texture was imprinted on my skin.
I turned to Aurum with a grin. “Good game.”
He stared at me like I was some kind of deity. “I have to tell you something,” he whispered, so quiet I barely heard him.
I tilted my head. “What is it?”
“I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life,” he rasped.
Twenty-One
Aurum
I thoughtGaius’s wrap-up speech would never fucking end.
After I chose Mylo as the obvious winner and my fated mate, I stole him away from the crowd. I’d lose my Drake-damned mind if I didn’t get to plow him ASAP. Good thing he seemed just as eager for alone time.
Stumbling into my room like a madman, I tossed Mylo on the couch and grabbed the nearest controller, thrusting it into his hands.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I threw in the Cruel Combat disc and punched the console on.
“Play the game,” I ordered.
He blinked, then his eyes widened as I sat on my knees and shoved his legs apart. “Aurum, are you, uh... not playing?”
“No,” I growled. “Play the insane difficulty on solo.”
Mylo sounded confused, but willing. “Okay...”
I angled myself so I could suck Mylo off while watching the screen at the same time. My cock throbbed as I undid Mylo’s belt and yanked his pants down to his ankles. I heard Mylo audiblygulp as I crushed my face into his bulging briefs, huffing his omega scent like a man starved for air.
He chuckled breathlessly. “You’re gonna distract me.”
“No, I won’t,” I stated. “I saw your skills firsthand. You’ll beat the whole campaign even if Iamdistracting you.”
Mylo flushed with a mix of pride and arousal. “I’ll try my best.”
The familiar sounds of the game screen filled the room as Mylo navigated the menus. Meanwhile, I rubbed my nose into his growing bulge. His floral yet musky scent was divine. It went straight to my head, turning my brain to lust-addled mush.
As I moaned into it, the vibrations made Mylo shiver. He hissed through his teeth, but didn’t stop playing. I heard the familiar announcer declare the start of the first fight. If he was playing on insane difficulty like I commanded him to, the initial battle was no cake walk, and the enemies only got harder.
