Author's Note: Let me begin by saying thank you to everyone who read the first part of my story-I did not expect this to be as popular as it is! I'm still flummoxed at the fact that over 1800 people have read about Atoman and Phyxis already. I hope this follow-up to their story can meet the same expectations! :)
Phyxis
She woke up the next morning to an empty bed and aromatic smells coming from the kitchen. Stretching, Phyxis reached over to the nightstand and checked her phone (Atoman was kind enough to lend her a charger) for any important notifications. Her Mom had sent her a voicemail to call later, and her Dad had emailed a news article on Captain Titan's new breakthroughs in gene therapy.
Normally, Phyxis would have rolled her eyes at the latter, but now she needed to do her research. Atoman planned for them to meet early next week in order to get her enlisted into his Teleportation program, and Phyxis could admit she wanted to make as good an impression as possible.
But first, she needed to shower; the evidence of her night with Atoman was still on her skin, along with the memory of his voice, his touch, his kisses. She has been in those cuffs, completely at Atoman's mercy; nothing had aroused her more in her life. Afterwards they lay together, his fingers tracing idle circles along her waist, down her back. Phyxis put her own fingers on the faint marks of old scars, asking where he'd gotten them.
This was from fighting bad guys, and that was a skateboarding accident when I was twelve.
Phyxis smoothed her thumb over them. I guess these make you a real hero, then.
He smiled back. Someone has to be.
She remembered how Atoman's gaze found the sunflower tattoo on the inside of her right arm.
What about this?
He touched it, the pads of his fingers smoothing over the golden yellow petals.
Something to remember by.
If he'd heard the note of sadness in her voice, he didn't show it.
Phyxis nearly jumped when she heard a knock at the door.
"One second!" She said, going to the chest of drawers across from the bed and opening them for something to wear, settling on a plain gray T-shirt with Captain Titan's insignia (a giant T, no surprise there) emblazoned on the front. It stopped at her mid-thigh, which was perfect since she had no underwear beneath it. At the door Phyxis found not Atoman, but Killstreak peeking his face into the room.
"Breakfast time." He said.
She opened the door, easing past him before walking across the cool hardwood floor. He followed, keeping a small but polite distance between them. Killstreak had pale skin, dark hair, one eye that was brown and the other a pale blue. His tattooed hand twisted a throwing knife between his thumb and forefinger. It was rumored that he dipped the points of each blade in poison, though the news and A-B forums online tended to exaggerate. Still, she couldn't help but be a little nervous walking next to him.
Killstreak noticed her gaze and smiled. "Don't worry-this one's not even sharp."
"Lucky for us then."
Atoman held two plates in his hand, each one stacked high with eggs, bacon, pastries, and fresh fruit. There was a round table next to the kitchen already set with cutlery, napkins and placemats; it made Phyxis feel even more out of place in such an upscale loft, complete with dining service.
"Sit here." Atoman gestured to the chair beside him. Phyxis smoothed the shirt over her knees and tried her best not to flash anyone before morning coffee. The three Acolytes dove into the food, spooning eggs onto their plates and tearing into the pastries like hungry college students. She reached gingerly for a croissant, biting into the flaky dough and chewing.
"So, Atoman told us you're going to meet with Captain Titan next week."
Phyxis looked over to Dealer, his brow raised over his coffee mug. She gulped down her food before answering:
"I am, thanks to Atoman." Phyxis looked at him, and he smiled back.
"Front row seats to the Big Captain Cheese himself." Killstreak added, albeit through a mouthful of eggs and sausage.
"I know the press hypes him up, but he's actually a great guy: self-made, off the charts intelligence, and honorable to a fault. None of us here would be where we are with our powers were it not for Captain Titan." Atoman said.
Dealer leaned towards her. "Don't worry, he gives this speech to all potential acolytes."
"Plus it doesn't hurt to know his star pupil." Killstreak added, pointing his fork towards Atoman. Phyxis blushed while Atoman gave him a sharp look.
"Be nice."
Killstreak raised his arms. "It's true, dude; no disrespect."
She changed the subject. "So, is it really true that you can hit a mark from 200 yards away?"
At those words his chest puffed out with pride. "230, to be exact."
"And we'll never hear the end of it." Dealer poured himself another cup of coffee, earning a scowl from Killstreak.
Atoman chuckled, turning back to Phyxis.
"Have as much as you want, and after breakfast we can talk more about Captain Titan."
She nodded and took another croissant, pulling it apart with her hands. A smudge of chocolate appeared on her thumb and she licked it off, earning a quick glance from Atoman, his eyes trained on her finger, taking more than a few seconds to look away.
Atoman
He did his best to behave, letting Phyxis wash her plate in the sink without walking over to pull up her shirt (well, his shirt, but it looked better on her) and even let her shower in his bathroom without joining her and soaping up those gorgeous breasts. Atoman was already giddy that she wanted to meet with Captain Titan and be a part of the Acolytes--now all he needed was to find the perfect place to take her out on an actual date.
Would she want an actual date? The thought intruded into his brain, turning his good mood slightly sour. Sex was one thing, agreeing to see Captain Titan another, but was Phyxis actually interested in being his girlfriend? It had been a while since he'd been on a date himself, let alone been someone's boyfriend. This girl was one of a kind, someone who could dish out sass and sarcasm with those gorgeous pink lips or make him want to stare into her green eyes, if only to find out the secrets behind them. What was with her sunflower tattoo anyway?
"I wish my shower had that kind of water pressure."
Phyxis threw his T-shirt at him as she dried her hair. He went over to her and bent down to kiss her shoulder, then her neck. She wound her arm across his neck and kissed him on the lips.
"You can always shower here, whenever you want." He replied, going to the bed and watching as Phyxis slipped out of the towel covering her body, those gorgeous curves appearing in view as she slipped on the straps to her bra and fiddled with the hooks in the back.
"Is that a standing invitation you're giving me?" She asked, putting on her own shirt. Atoman sat up and went over to her, placing his hands on the small of her back.
"Yes."
He kissed her again, pulling Phyxis onto the bed. She settled on top of him, the bottom half of her body still bare. Atoman slipped his hands past her waist and down between her legs, running a finger along her folds.
"Y-you know, I'll have to go back to my apartment eventually..." She trailed off as his finger pushed inside, his thumb going to rub her clit.
"Really?" he answered, grunting when Phyxis' hand reached down to stroke him through his shorts. She was about to unbutton him when Atoman flipped them both over, pinning her wrists above her head with his free hand. His finger was still working inside of her as he whispered against her ear.
"While you're here, you'll spread your legs for me when I tell you to and let me play with your pretty pussy as much as I want."
Phyxis moaned and rocked her hips against him, her mouth forming a soft 'o' in pleasure.
He chuckled. "I'm going to have so much fun finding all the ways to make you moan and scream for me."
Phyxis
In that moment she was aware of only three things: the first being Atoman's voice, the second his lips trailing down her neck, and the third how close she was to orgasming again because of him. Phyxis' hips kept rolling up against his palm, wanting more of his touch. He sat up and stared at her with those beautiful dark eyes.
"How badly do you want to come right now?" Atoman said.
She whined, twisting her hands in his grip even as it tightened.
"Tell me."
"Please," Phyxis gasped. "Please, I need to come so badly."
He slowed his fingers but didn't stop. "I'm going to count backwards from ten, and when I get to one, you're allowed to come--but not before."
She nodded, biting her lip as Atoman began moving his hand faster, voice sounding out each number:
"Ten...nine...eight..."
It was getting more difficult to hold herself back.
"Seven...six...five..."
Oh god, please.
"Four...three...two..."
He paused for just a moment, smiling.
"...One."
The orgasm made her toes curl in and a sound between a gasp and a scream leave her lips. Atoman withdrew his finger and released Phyxis' wrists as he kissed her cheeks and her lips, bringing her down from the euphoria that he created.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
She nodded slowly, gaze turning to Atoman's hand, his thumb grazing her cheek.
"I think I can get used to this." Phyxis answered.
"Really?"
There was a note of vulnerability in that single word.
She looked him in the eye. "Yes."
Atoman
Phyxis moved closer, gently kissing his bottom lip. He smiled, feeling a lightness in his chest when she pressed her hand against it, skirting her palm down to between his legs, feeling how hard his cock had become by just touching her.
"My turn." Phyxis said, grinning.
She slid down, unzipping his fly before reaching in and taking out Atoman's cock. He stared down at Phyxis as she gently stroked him, her lips parting to flick his glans with her tongue; he shuddered, and then she took him into her mouth.
"Fuck..." Atoman groaned, laying back onto a pillow, putting his hand on Phyxis' head. It had felt incredible the other night, having her tied up and grinding on a vibrator while she gave him head, and this felt even better.
He looked at her again, seeing as her own head took him all the way to the base. Atoman gripped the sheets and prayed to a higher power that he wouldn't come too quickly. He almost did when Phyxis laughed around him, the vibrations making his eyes roll back into his skull.
She moved back up, mouth creating a tight seal as her movements became faster. Atoman realized with a mixture of elation and fear that he was nearing his climax.
"W-wait, don't--"
He tried to sit up, but Phyxis pushed him down with her hand. Atoman moaned and gripped the sheets in an attempt to maintain control, but wasn't helped when she started using her hand in tandem with her lips and tongue.
"Oh God, oh fuck oh--"
He came into Phyxis mouth, gasping like a fish as she kept sucking, not stopping until all that was left were the aftershocks of his orgasm. She swallowed and grinned.
"I've always wanted to try that."
Atoman tried to laugh, but all that escaped was a wheeze. Phyxis turned, grabbed her shorts, then stood up.
"I'll see you next Monday for Captain Titan, 'kay?"
