Alex leaned against the cold brick wall, his breathing finally starting to slow.
"Okay… calm down…"
His body felt… normal again.
For now.
But he knew this peace wouldn't last.
"The Omnitrix is quiet…"
That was what worried him the most.
The damn thing was always watching.
Always waiting.
And when his instincts flared again—
"I'll lose control."
He clenched his jaw, his nails digging into his palms.
"I need to stay ahead of this…"
But how?
There were no answers.
Just… silence.
Stark Tower – Private Quarters
Natasha let the hot water cascade down her body, her skin glistening as the steam thickened around her.
Her fingers brushed over her neck, trailing slowly down to her collarbone, then lower.
A small sigh escaped her lips as the tension melted away.
"Damn… I needed this."
Her hands lingered a little longer than necessary, gliding down her toned stomach.
She leaned her head back, eyes closed, letting the water wash over her as her fingers traced along her curves.
"Focus…"
But her mind kept wandering.
"What are we chasing?"
Her skin was slick, her breathing a little heavier.
The heat from the shower soaked into her muscles, easing the knots that had built up over days of tension.
Her lips parted slightly as her hand brushed along her inner thigh—
"Stop."
Natasha's eyes snapped open, her jaw tightening.
"Not the time."
She grabbed the soap, forcing herself to focus as she lathered up, the soft foam trailing down her body.
"Whatever this thing is…"
She rinsed off quickly, the hot water cooling just enough to bring her focus back.
"…we'll find it."
Turning the water off, Natasha stepped out, her body still tingling from the heat.
She wrapped a towel around herself, her mind already sharpening as her focus returned.
But deep down…
"Why do I feel like we're already too late?"
Midtown – Public Pool
Alex sat on a bench near the public pool, his eyes casually drifting toward the water.
"Just relax…"
For now, the heat was gone.
The Omnitrix was quiet.
But his instincts…
They were always there.
"Don't think about it."
He tried.
But it was impossible.
The pool was packed.
Women everywhere.
Bikinis. Wet skin. Glimmering under the sunlight.
And his eyes…
They wandered.
A brunette in a red bikini stretched on her towel, her curves impossible to ignore.
"Damn…"
His cock twitched.
"Not now…"
Another woman dove into the water, her toned body cutting through the surface like a knife.
The droplets clung to her skin as she surfaced, her blonde hair slicked back, her top barely staying in place.
Alex shifted uncomfortably.
"Focus on something else…"
But it was pointless.
His eyes kept drifting.
The woman in the corner, adjusting her bikini bottoms.
The one leaning over the pool edge, giving him a perfect view of her ass.
"Fuck…"
The heat was stirring again.
It was subtle.
But he felt it.
Lurking beneath the surface.
"If I stay here any longer…"
Alex gritted his teeth, forcing himself to look away.
"I can't keep doing this…"
But the problem?
The world was full of temptation.
And his body?
It was always ready.
Alex's breathing grew heavier.
"No… not now…"
But his instincts didn't care.
The heat was back—slow, steady, and impossible to ignore.
Every glance at the women in the pool.
Every curve.
Every flicker of wet skin.
His cock stirred in his pants, growing hard again despite his best efforts to fight it.
"I need to get out of here…"
His eyes darted around, looking for somewhere—anywhere—to cool off.
Then he saw it.
A small shack near the pool's edge.
Old. Worn down.
Probably used for storing cleaning supplies.
But right now?
"That'll do…"
Alex moved quickly, keeping his head down as he slipped toward the shack.
Nobody noticed.
They were too busy enjoying the sun and the water.
"Just a minute… I just need a minute…"
He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
It was dark, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and damp concrete.
But at least it was private.
"Okay… okay… calm down…"
Alex leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath.
"Just… one minute. I just need a minute…"
But then…
His eyes caught something.
A hole.
Small. Rough.
Right at waist height.
"What the hell…?"
Alex's pulse quickened.
The placement was… too perfect.
"No… don't…"
But the ache was unbearable.
His cock throbbed, begging for any kind of release.
And before he could stop himself…
His hand moved.
"Just… one time…"
He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock.
It was already dripping.
Precum leaked from the tip, sliding down the shaft as the cool air brushed against his length.
"Shit…"
His instincts were taking over.
Alex stepped closer to the hole.
The temptation was too much.
"Just a little…"
He pressed the tip against the opening.
"Fuck…"
The slight contact sent a jolt through his body.
And then—
Soft fingers.
"H-Huh?!"
Alex froze.
Someone was on the other side.
And they were touching him.
Fingers grazed his shaft, trailing up and down slowly.
"What the…"
A soft giggle echoed through the thin wall.
"Oh my… what do we have here?"
Alex's heart pounded.
The fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking it gently.
"Holy shit…"
A sultry voice whispered through the hole.
"Damn… it's huge…"
Alex's knees nearly gave out.
Her grip was firm but teasing, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body.
"Fuck…"
The giggling continued, her hand moving up and down, coating his shaft with the precum leaking from the tip.
"Someone's excited…" she purred.
Alex's jaw clenched.
"I… I shouldn't…"
But her touch was too good.
The heat. The pressure.
He couldn't stop himself.
"God… what am I doing…?"
But right now?
He didn't care.
His cock was in her hands.
And it felt too damn good to pull away.