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They’d come too fast, too strong there at the end – so fast that they hadn’t even been able to deploy Striker or Gipsy for the Pitfall before the last wave of kaiju came through and attacked.

All category 5s, every last one that moved through the breach – Slattern had only been the first. The rest came first in pairs, then in triplets, then multiplying every time until nearly all of humankind was wiped out and there was nothing anyone could do. The Precursors set up ‘camp’, mining away the earth’s raw materials and preparing the planet for settlement for the near future. True, they were harvesters but their own planet had died and left them with nothing, and in order to further their own civilization constant migration was needed.

Newton had been able to figure that out – they were almost migratory, he’d told them, moving in packs like nomads across time and space. He was one of the few humans that survived and was in resident at one of the precious few resistance locations still unknown to the enemy.

There were others, of course, still alive and fighting but the numbers were few and far between. Even Stacker could see that deploying the remaining two Jaegers to fight would be fruitless. Protecting humanity had been their function – they were now repurposed to preserving what was left. Stacker had ordered Striker and Gipsy both to fend off the kaiju as long as they could in order to get as many people out as possible, then fall back.

Somehow, the two jaegers and their pilots survived, but humanity was nearly lost, almost extinguished before the final battle had even truly taken place.

They turned to guerilla type warfare until they could manage to get the two jaegers back up and running again; hitting the Precursors where it hurt while living in jungles and old, abandoned underground subways and the like.

It was rough. It was hard work. They needed help, but no help was coming.

Times were desperate and with the knowledge that they could die at any moment, it made for desperate people in many, many ways.

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The world has fallen apart, and with it, so has humanity. What's left is a small, bedraggled mess, human beings clinging to each other at night in the hopes that numbers will stave off their inevitable destruction.

Hercules finds himself not really being able to remember his old life anymore. All he can think of, when he tries, is this.

Before, he thinks, he had ignored the looks Mako had sent him, ignored the feeling in his belly when he watched her train, or when she licked her lips when she was thinking. He had tried to ignore the want curling through his veins whenever he saw her because she was so young and so naive and he was far too old for her.

Now... He doesn't care. Now he leaves her with bright bruises dotting her skin, high up above her collar where anyone can see them. Now he palms her ass as he walks past her in the corridor, smirking and winking when she squeaks at him. Now he doesn't even need to ignore the shocked and disgusted looks he gets when he pulls her into his lap in the tiny little mess hall, because nobody bothers to give them a second glance. When the world is ending, what does it matter that he's sleeping with a girl his son's age?

It surprises a lot of people that Mako Mori doesn't automatically latch on to her copilot in times like this. It surprises Raleigh too, but he doesn't have much to say about it - no one does. He can't, not now, not when things are so bad and the little shred of happiness that Mako finds in an older man's arms is something that she desperately needs.

Even Stacker looks the other way, and doesn't comment whereas before, blows surely would have been exchanged between himself and Herc.

Raleigh ignores it when Herc pulls Mako into his lap, hunching over into his disgusting soup made of questionable meat. He doesn't look when her arms go around his neck and he damn sure doesn't look when she smiles that sweet little smile at Herc instead of him.

He gets up and leaves when she kisses him full on the mouth, hard and passionate and wanting, pink tongue sliding along Herc's lips and pressing until she's pushed her way in.

Before, if Hercules had let Mako lick her way into his mouth in the middle of the mess hall — hell, if he'd let her lick her way into his mouth anywhere — he knows he'd be missing some crucial parts of his anatomy, courtesy of his best friend. Now they just don't talk about it, like it's some huge elephant in the room that nobody has the mental energy to acknowledge.

Not even Chuck, who had sent him dirty looks for a little while, back at the beginning when Herc first started sleeping with Mako, hunching protectively over his petite scientist girlfriend. To her credit, Rhoda had seemed unfazed, but Herc is pretty sure that she was just too busy to care where her boyfriend's dad was sticking his dick. But even Chuck has stopped bothering to make a big deal out of it; whether it's because he can see how sweetly happy Mako is when they're together or he's just stopped caring, Herc isn't sure.

Not that it matters.

His hands are tight on her waist, perhaps too tight, but he doesn't loosen his grip as she kisses him.

Raleigh's gone, off to the makeshift kwoon to break something - anything can get his hands on - and Mako's hands are on Herc's face, dragging him in, tongue flicking against his as she kisses him desperately right there in the middle of the mess. She can't bring herself to care anymore if people are looking and if she'd chanced a look around (which she doesn't, because her attention is on Herc), she'd see that...very few people are staring.

If anything, there's a few other couples doing similar things, though none are quite as blatant as Herc and Mako.

She eventually pulls back, her breath hot against his damp lips and the area between her thighs very, very damp.

"Should we move?"

Herc doesn't even notice Raleigh leaving, too wrapped up in the taste of Mako's tongue, the feel of her slender little hands framing his face. Once upon a time, Herc might have kissed her once, twice, but then pulled back and not let this go this far. Now, he doesn't give a fuck who watches. Hell, he'd spread her out across the table and fuck her right here, except he's selfish enough to want to keep that part of her to himself. It's not embarrassment that keeps that behind closed doors, it's greed.

Her voice is breathy when she pulls away and he grins wickedly in response, squeezing her hips.

"Why, you want me to fuck you?" He doesn't bother lowering his voice; everyone at their table got to hear that.

Mako doesn't notice Raleigh leaving either - and that, he thinks, stings the worst, that she doesn't even really notice him anymore because she is too busy trembling at Herc's sucking, demanding kisses, lips parted a little as she pants in an attempt to catch her breath.

"Yes," she says just as clearly as he, words somehow enunciated perfectly and with all of the class and grace that Mako seems to always possesses, even when thrust into compromising situations.

"Yes I do. Now."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

He pushes her off his lap and stands, taking her hand and leading her out of the room. Nobody seems to care that they've gone anywhere, which is kind of a relief, not that Herc thinks about it much anymore.

Instead he's thinking about other things, like how quickly they can make it back to the room he's sleeping in, whether or not he can get her to suck his cock. He's been staring at her mouth all day as she chewed on her lips while she worked, and he's having a hard time resisting the urge to push her to her knees.

Mako doesn't make it easy for them to get back to his quarters without incident. Her hands are everywhere, smoothing over his chest, his back, squeezing his ass and fondling his dick through his pants. On more than one occasion she's shoving him against one of the walls, pressing herself flush to him, wedging a knee between his thighs and rolling her hips as she kisses him hotly before pulling back wit ha wet pop and continuing on.

Once inside his room, she's tearing at her clothes, ripping her jacket from her shoulders and jerking her belt free of her pants so she can stumble out of them and kick them partially across the room.

He's created a monster. He never remembers sweet little Mako Mori having any hint of such wantonness when he knew her before; the sexual creature who molests him the whole way back to his room is a stranger compared to who she used to be.

He loves it.

By the time they stumble through his doors he's hard enough that they could fuck just like this, but no, he wants to do something else. He tears most of his clothes off the same way she divests herself of hers, until he's standing naked in the middle of his room and he can grab her, yanking her to his chest so he can claim a bruising kiss.

He's created a monster, or woken up a dormant one that has been hiding inside of her for a very long time. Mako has had her eye on Hercules Hansen for as long as she can remember - only now is it finally appropriate and not so taboo for them to frantically lose their minds and themselves in one another whenever the mood struck them.

With times such as they are, this is what Mako lives for, these moments of pleasure and coupling with him. She doesn't think about anything else when they are together - she doesn't think about the destruction of her home, the loss of life and how unfair it is for her to still be alive when so many are dead. She doesn't think about Raleigh, who's misery seems to be unparalleled these days.

She only thinks of Herc, his body pressed flush to hers, cock hard and heavy against her abdomen and his mouth crushing against hers, leaving her mouth stinging and her lips swollen.

He felt a little bit better about all of this crap when she told him that she'd been infatuated with him since she was a girl; it doesn't make this any better, necessarily, but it does make it a little easier to swallow. He's still not convinced part of her interest isn't some kind of hero worship, but hell, his life has gone down the shitter, he's going to take comfort where he can.

Her body is strong and smooth against his as she clings to him in turn, just encouraging him to walk her back against the paper-thin walls of this place and hold her there, one hand sliding up her back to fist in her grown-out hair, holding her head in place as he kisses her harshly.

"Get on your knees," he says when he finally pulls back, his chest heaving with panting breaths.

She makes muffled sounds into and against his mouth, little groans and whimpers that translate roughly to don't stop. Nails drag up and down the skin of his back as she walks with him because his fingers fisting in her hair have desire flooding through her and leaving her hissing faintly when her back bumps against the cool wall behind her.

She kisses her way down, obeying his demand, mouth moving over his chest, hands using his hips to steady her as she sinks to her knees right there in front of him.

Her eyes rake up his body from her position, drinking him in, lips curving into a smile - tell her what to do, Hercules. She likes it.

"Christ, you look so good down there..."

Her eyes look extra wide when she looks up at him like that, and she's got this perfect mix of demure and wanton down pat that never fails to make his breath catch.

It's clear she's waiting on instruction, so he takes his dick in hand and shifts a little closer so he can rub it over her lips. "Open your mouth," he growls, waiting until she complies before pushing in past her lips. It draws a little groan from his chest, but it certainly doesn't make him want to stop. "Suck."

She does it on purpose now; before, when they'd first started all of this, it had been genuine wide-eyed looks of demure innocence and now...

Now she's learned how to couple it with her desire, creating a look that seems to unstitch him every time that she slides down to her knees in front of him ( as if that act all by itself wasn't enough to do it).

Her lips part and she takes him in, tongue rolling over the tip before swirling around the head as she swallows him to the root, letting him hit the back of her throat with practiced ease.

She manages to undo him in so many ways, now, Herc has no idea when all this happened. How he let it to happen. At first, he had only taken her in and stripped her clothes and lost himself in her body because the alternative was too horrible and he wanted some time where nothing made him want to cry.

Now... He may be rough with her and gruff and almost distant at times, but Hercules doesn't know what he'll do if she grows bored of him and wants to stop this.

Mako's the one bright spot in his life, basically. If she goes, he'll be miserable.

He doesn't try to keep from cursing when she just opens up and takes him all the way down, lots of practice muting her gag reflex until he can feel his cock hit the back of her throat. "Fucking hell, Mako..."

Small, slender hands grip his hips to give herself a steadying agent so that she doesn't tip to one side or the other. Her kneecaps ache from being on the concrete floor but it's all part of this experience, this encounter of pleasure pain and commands and barked orders and groaned swears and it just adds to her desire.

Mako likes it like this, really - she likes doing this, because right now, she's in control. So many men think that getting a woman on her knees is the ultimate display of superiority, but they always forget that women have teeth.

She likes reminding him that she's got them, too; she drags her sucking grip back up the length of his cock, teeth gently scraping over tender skin, adding the faintest hint of pain and danger, reminding him that she's got the most sensitive part of his anatomy in her mouth, and completely at her disposal.

Hercules is well aware that while he's the one towering over her at the moment, she's got the upper hand. But the thing is, he's never understood why anyone would want to hurt someone when they're giving you head. Why? A blowjob feels amazing, it's literally one of the best things he's ever felt. Why would you want to ruin that or stop it early by causing someone physical pain?

Just goes to show that as much of a soldier as he is, Hercules isn't, at heart, a violent man.

His hands card through her hair as she bobs her head slowly, a shudder crawling down his back and a pained whine escaping his lips when she scrapes her teeth over him. Apparently the pain and danger works for him, though, because he's nudging back into her mouth immediately, bracing one arm on the wall above her and resting his forehead against his arm so he can watch.

Depends on the kind of relationship and what kind of man you are, really, and if a woman wants any kind of revenge.

Mako likes the kind of man that Herc is and doesn't have any desire to truly hurt him, and she likes pleasing him, likes seeing him groan and whimper and lose his shit because of her. She likes to hear the catch in his voice, the gasp when she's gotten him close and when she knows he's right there on the edge, ready to fall over the edge because of something she's done.

He watches and she puts on quite the show, swallowing him whole again and dragging her mouth back to the tip where she gently sucks, swipes her tongue over the tip to lap at the liquid that beads, then swallows him back down again.

The tip hits her throat and she hums a little, sending little vibrations along the length of his cock.

If anything, he's certainly taught her how to give a good blowjob.

She's beautiful, incredible, and her mouth is fucking amazing, but Herc has so much more he wants to do to her, and coming down her throat — while an appealing prospect in and of itself — isn't one of them.

She makes it so tempting, though, when she sucks him back in and hums.

But no, he's got to be strong here. He grabs her hair and pulls her off his dick, shaking his head. "That's enough." He's hard as a fucking rock right now, he could drill through mountains. So maybe harder than a rock. Whatever. Looking down at her as his cock bobs in front of her swollen lips is like something straight out of a filthy porn, and Herc spares a moment to wonder just how his life became like this before he steps back.

"Get up."

Mako may or may not have been attempting to make him lose his mind prematurely. Its a but counterproductive to her own wants, but Mako does so enjoy unhinging Hercules Hansen.

She hisses against his cock when he tugs at her hair and pulls her back, her breath cool over his wet skin. She releases him with a wet little pop, leaning back and and licking her lips, looking up to give him that wide-eyed look he loves before she pushes herself up and to her feet, leaning back against the wall that's behind her for a little bit of support.

Her hands reach again for him, fingers digging into his hips as she tugs him close.

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She reaches for him and he doesn't push her away, just wraps his arm around her and steals another searching kiss. He couldn't give two shits that his dick was just in her mouth, he needs to kiss her.

"I'm going to make you scream," he promises, his voice low and a little wrecked.

If he's rough as he spins her around and pushes her up against the wall, well, she can take it. He knocks her feet wider apart and pins her against the wall with an arm across her shoulders. It leaves him a free hand to reach in between her legs, fingers stroking over her quickly without being rough, more concerned with getting her wet than with getting her off. That can come later.

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The tone of his voice is enough to send desire shooting all the way down her spine leaving the little hairs on the back of her neck and arms standing on end. God, the things he says to her, does to her...

She hits the wall with a muffled groan, body pinned between Herc's warmth and the cool metal of the bunker. There's no complaints from Mako, only eager approval at his actions. Her fingers curl into fists, her back arches and her forehead presses to the wall as she pulls in a ragged, uneven breath.

"Please," she hisses, teeth worrying her lower lip with every stroke of his fingers, "Please do."

He rubs two fingers against her clit roughly and quickly, waiting until her legs start to shake just a little before sliding his fingers back and pushing both of them into her without preamble. He shifts from rubbing to thrusting, pumping his hand between her legs, staring at the picture she presents with her head pushed against the wall and her hips tipped up for him.

Once he's sure she's wet enough, he yanks his hand out from between her thighs and takes himself in hand, not wasting a second before he pushes his cock into her.

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