Akande’s fist shoots out into the dark of the hallway he is passing, thick fingers curling into the front of Reaper’s outfit, cleanly yanking him out of the hiding place he slunk into.

Even without his gauntled on – tucked safely into the large safe of his room – Gabriel does not dare to fight the harsh grip slamming him against the wall.

“AAahhh,” Akande sighs, stepping closer, letting Talon operatives pass behind his broad back. Nobody stops; nobody even glances at them. The boss is back – and you can feel it. “There you are, my Gabriel.”

His other hand reaches out, fingers slowly tracing the sharp point of Reaper’s mask, before hooking beneath it almost playfully.

“I had been concerned. I thought you, of all people, would be the very first to welcome me back.” He pushes the mask up; just enough to see Reaper’s mouth, lips pressed into a thin line; chin shivering beneath his goatee.

Akande laughs, steps closer, crowding Gabriel in against the wall until his world is narrowed down to Doomfist. His head gets tipped up; the mask is pushed in a way that makes it impossible to see anything. He is plunged in absolute darkness.

“But I thought to me… I thought to myself ‘Akande. Little Gabriel did not forget you. He will crawl into your room that very first night. Be good to you, like in the old times.’“ Doomfist leans down, bites at Gabriel’s chin with large, blunt teeth. Reaper shivers, hands coming up uselessly, claws tugging at Doomfist’s simple undershirt like a kitten.

“You did not come,” Akande rumbles, voice slipping into a darker, nastier register. “I was all alone in my rooms, Gabriel. And now – now I find you slinking in the darkness. Watching me like a scared little girl.”

Gabriel gasps for breath, suddenly realizing he had stopped breathing a long time ago. His head is swimming, talons wanting to dig in deeper, but not daring to. In front of Doomfist, the Reaper is reduced to a school boy.

“I…”

“Ah.” Akande slaps his cheek gently, pushing up his mask just a tad higher. “I did not need you to speak, my Gabriel. It is all well. I understand. You are nervous after all this time. You think Akande will have changed in prison; that he will have become a cruel lover.”

He pauses for a moment, fingers sliding beneath his chin, petting him like an animal. “I could never be cruel to you, Gabriel. My sweet Gabriel. Why don’t I show you…”

Reaper’s mouth stops clenching, the corners tugging down into a vaguely unhappy grimace as Akande’s large hand slaps down on his shoulder, pressing him down onto his knees.

In some way, this is a punishment in itself; for not being the first in the row to greet one of their leaders back into their folds. Having to kneel in the middle of a hallway, operatives milling behind as Akande tugs his dark sweatpants down and offers him the meaty length of his cock up.

Gabriel can’t see it; but he can feel it. Slapping against his cheeks, dragging against his lips for small, wet kisses. It has been a long time – but he hasn’t forgotten a thing that Doomfist likes.

He hasn’t forgotten that intoxicating, heavy scent between his thighs, either. It makes him hard fast and dizzyingly. A well trained response to his position, mouth opening easily, tongue sticking out.

He falls back into the routine embarrassingly fast. Akande is laughing above him; not necessarily cruel. He had been right, however. He had never been a cruel lover – but one that knew how to strike fear into his subordinates.

Akande slaps the spongy tip of his cock against Gabriel’s tongue; watching him try to catch it blind. Instead, he takes a hold of the top of his head and tilts it back roughly, until he can carefully place his large sac across mouth and nose; suffocate Gabriel with his balls while his hot little tongue and lips worship him in kitten licks and kisses.

He sighs, pulling back slowly, letting Reaper breathe and watching the wet glisten of his lips.

“You are still eager. Still my good, sweet Gabriel. I dreamed about you. In prison. We have so much time to make up…”

He finally allows himself to slip his cock into that tantalizing space; feel Gabriel’s lips close around his shaft, trying immediately to get it as wet as possible for easier fucking. Taught so well. Remembering so much.

Still, he gags when Akande pushes deeper, wants into that tight space of his throat. He hums, pulls back, lets him take deep, shuddering breaths with only the tip resting against his tongue.

“Calm,” he instructs easily; Talon operatives are milling at his back. Nobody is staying to watch. They know. They still know. The thought makes his cock swell harder; tap against the upper row of Gabriel’s teeth. “It is all well,” he continues, slowly slipping back in again, blunt fingers stroking Gabriel’s cheeks. “We will just have to get you used to it once more. I am a patient man, my sweet Gabriel. I will teach you again.”

He fucks him slowly, leisurely, eyes heavy lidded; bracing himself against the opposite wall as he fucks; looking like he’s pissing into a urinal instead of shallowly dicking the Reaper’s mouth; letting himself get serviced by the man with eager, loud slurps.

He wonders for a second whether he should pull back; shoot his load all over Gabriel’s mouth and cheeks and watch the liquid against the dark skin. He decides against it. He thinks coming back after so long calls for a kind of celebration; he should shoot his cream right down Gabriel’s belly; give him something to remember him by until the night. Have him warm with Akande’s graciousness so he’ll never forget him again.