Magnetic Attraction 2 (Patreon)

Warning: racism (not mine)

-VB-

Bored. She was bored. School was boring. This was a fact that never changed regardless of how she tried to change that, especially in a stuck-up place like Immaculata High. 

So, the best part of the day was when she got to leave the place after her sixth period class!

Clarissa, aka Rune of Empire Eighty-Eight, walked alongside her “friends,” talking about nothing and everything. They were always so busy talking about the latest gossip and boys while she was busy thinking about how she was going to counter Armsmaster better if he tried using sticker shooter bit from his compensation-stick.

Ring ring.

She paused

“Arthur, is that you?!” she exclaimed in surprise over the phone.

Arthur had to force himself to laugh out loud too hard at her overly enthusiastic but nonetheless genuine greeting, or rather that’s she heard from her side of the phone. Even his intentionally held back chuckle was deep and heart-throbbing.

“{Yes, Claire,}” he said, calling her by his nickname for her. “{Are you free tonight for a catch-up?}” he asked. 

“I am!” Clarissa quickly replied, only to realize that she actually had “work” tonight. “U-uhm, actually, I mi-”

“{Don’t worry about it,}” Arthur spoke up. “{I cleared your schedule with Max.}”

She paused.

‘Right, he’s Kaiser’s younger brother.’

Rune didn’t know much about the history of Empire Eighty-Eight before she joined; it was mostly because she joined them after escpaing from juvie and because she was Victor’s “cousin.” She knew the expansion and the attacks the Empire Eighty-Eight suffered in the past half-decade before her joining (2 years ago) but she didn’t know much more than that. 

What little she did know was little tidbits like Arthur being Mr. Anders’ younger brother who never became a parahuman even though Kaiser and his now dead sister, Iron Rain, did. He left to set up his own successful business few years after Allfather’s death, but he came back to the bay occasionally. 

She grinned. 

This was her chance!

“Then where are we going to meet?” she asked coyly. 

“{We can meet in the front of the Third Street Theater. How does 6 o’ clock sound?}”

She felt her heart skip a beat. 

W-Was he asking her out on a date?

‘Calm yourself, Clarissa!’ she thought. ‘He’s a decade your senior!’

‘That’s only a decade!’ a traitorous part of her mind rebelled. 

She opened her mouth to ask.

“Sure!”

Her lips, the traitor.

“Who was that?”

She froze and looked around. Her “friends” were now surrounding her with innocent looks on their faces.

“N-Nothing,” she replied. “A cousin came over, so I’m going to meet him! It’s been so long since I saw him!” she spoke the lie quickly. She did not want any of these bitches to start gossiping heinous things about her.

“Oh, so it’s not your other cousin, Mark?” she asked. 

Mark was Victor, and she did use him as an excuse to skip hanging out with the dumb girls here. 

“Nope,” she denied with a pop at the end of the word. “Well, I have to go prepare. I’ll see you guys next week.”

They all said goodbyes, and she left, turning her face so they wouldn’t see her sneering face. 

She knew why they hung out around her. Most of them had parents whose business that was affiliated with Medhall or its associates. Since she showed up at Medhall executive parties as “daughter of associate” and thus ranked higher than their parents did socially, they hung about her to get some brownie points. 

They were all ladder climbers. They were more useless than niggers. At least honest niggers working under the right white leader were productive. These bitches didn’t do jackshit except look good.

“Ha…” she sighed as she found herself walking down the streets of the Towers, ignoring the busy street-goers, working people of colors and white, and the fuming cars speeding up and down the street. 

Then she giggled. 

She had a date with Arthur tonight! 

-VB-

While Clarissa was daydreaming about the “date” that was to happen, Arthur kept himself productive. Thankfully, he had already spent the day before clearing up all sorts of paperworks to move the headquarters of his Anders Holdings to Brockton Bay, so he was free to finally do something far more wonderful: power testing.

Wearing nondescript basic hoodie, full face Fawkes mask, a pair of blue jeans, boots, and gloves to hide any information from being given away, Arthur made his way down to the one place where he could exert himself to the fullest.

The Boat Graveyard. 

Situated between the Docks proper and the Downtown proper, the Boat Graveyard used to be the best place for any boats looking for harbor cheaper than Boston’s. This was until the stupid dockworkers, instigated by a college student, wrecked the harbor, putting holes in boats and cutting the throat of their own supply of jobs and income. 

‘This is why mobs are terrible no matter the reason that they are created for,’ Arthur thought to himself as he stared at dozens of ships moored in the bay. There was enough room for smaller shipping freighters to come through but nothing like what did come through years before, and even then, only one could enter the harbor at a time. 

“Alright, so how am I going to do this?” he asked himself while staring out into the decaying steel masses sitting in the waters. He stood at the end of a pier that was now barely in use; before the Dock Riot, this place used to be the premier fishing spot. 

Arthur thought about how he should do this for a while standing there. He knew how to use his power instinctively; it was a question of what he would do with it tonight. 

He smirked.

“Why not start with a bang?” he asked himself as he raised his hands up. The act of using his powers with the motion of his body gave him a sense of weight. 

It wasn’t much, actually. He expected to be burdened with a massive amount of pressure or something like that. 

Instead, he watched in fascination as many moored boats rose up together while he felt barely any pressure on either of his hands and arms, though the pressure that he did feel was slowly beginning to mount. 

He clapped his hands together, and he watched - again, in fascination - as the giant masses of steel crashed into each other, making the world shudder with the force of such masses striking each other. He pressed his hands against each other and felt the pressure begin to skyrocket. 

The bunched up boats screeched and groaned as they pressed against each other. 

Arthur began to sweat as I held what he approximated to be a hundred thousand tonnes of steel. 

Did he think his power was fascinating?

He certainly thought it was fascinating. How could it not be fascinating when he was watching a hundred thousand tonnes of steel being compressed down?!

Without any ceremony, he pushed the giant ball of steel that had ceased groaning and dropped it.

Like a meteor, the giant ball of steel hundred feet in diameter splashed into the water and sent large waves everywhere. Arthur blurped as he got splashed in the face, but he didn’t care. He stood there on the now more damaged pier and laughed. 

What else could he do?

Max always lorded his power over him! Look at him, Arthur Anders, now! He did what no one else could have done! 

He cleared a tenth of the abandoned ships in the bay!

Yes, perhaps… this was how he would establish himself. 

He pulled out his high tech, waterproof phone from his pants pocket, and checked the battery. Nearly ninety percent. Good. 

Within seconds, he was videotaping himself.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I am …” And what would he call himself? Something that Max wouldn’t use as an excuse to cut him off or degrade him while maintaining a degree of separation from Max’s little club? “Eisenfeld!” No one could call a German name outright Nazi, right? He paused. “And I am here tonight to prove my power and show that I mean well to the good city of Brockton Bay! Observe!”

He set the phone down and quickly ran over to the pier again, and this time, targeted the shipwrecks that were still out there, but just a bit further away. 

Again, he pulled his arms up and nine cargo vessels began to leave the water but there was definitely more pressure on his arms compared to when he was lifting the same number of such ships closer to him.

‘Distance has an effect on my power and me,’ he realized even as he continued this. 

The shipwrecks rose up out of the water completely now, and he scrunched them up. He pressed them against each other as tightly as possible. Something with the diameter of three hundred feet grew smaller ever so slowly. Then he realized at one point that he had reached the maximum compression he could reach within a short time he had, and split the tightly wound up ball no bigger than ten feet in diameter into three slices. Then he molded them into poles. Each pole was longer two hundred fifty feet and two feet in diameter, and he sent them into the ground next to the pier. The ground, which was the sandy beach, gave no resistance to each of the poles that he pushed into the ground, and then he was left with three nearly identical looking poles sticking one hundred feet out of the sands. 

Finally, he stopped and walked back to his phone. 

“Tonight, I clean up the Boat Graveyard,” he said. “Tomorrow, you will see the work I did for this city.”

-VB-

Clarissa ended up being so nervous that she arrived nearly half an hour early. She wanted to be ready to greet him properly instead of stuttering like she did last time she saw him a year ago.

But it turned out to be a curse, because she arrived at the same time as Arthur.

She saw him walking towards the theater from the parking lot, preferring to act like a normal man, but she knew that he wasn’t. She waited for him with a nervous smile in front of the theater. He saw her from across the street, and he waved genially. She waved back eagerly. 

And when he finally came across...

“H-Hi!” she greeted enthusiastically but a little too energetically. It made her sound like a kid again. 

Tall and handsome, Arthur smiled. “You look cute today, Claire,” he said casually but his eyes were wide and honest, not sleazy like the boys at her school.

Her eyes fluttered and she stuttered. Again. “Nobody asked you...!” she grumbled out even as her cheeks flared. She cleared her throat and stared up at him. He was tall. “So! What are we going to do today?”

He chuckled. “I know what we could do, but do you have something you want to do?” he asked her.

She squirmed.

“Uh, I-I guess we could watch a movie? Like one of those action movies?” 

He seemed to think about it. “Are there any good ones out?”

She perked up. “Yeah! There are …”

-VB-

“That was horrible.”

She suggested it, and it was horrible. God, her face was burning from the shame. 

“I don’t think it was that bad,” Arthur tried to cushion her ego.

“But it was!” she couldn’t help but complain. “The acting sucked, the action sucked, and the plot sucked! The romance was downright terrible!”

“I wouldn’t say it was terrible,” he hummed. “Just disappointing that it didn’t live up to the reviews.”

“They had to be paid reviews! How else could there be such disparity between them?!”

“Your love of action movies still amuses me.”

She felt a lot more comfortable now. “What? Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I have to like romantic comedy or soap drama.”

“Right, that’s why you weren’t trying to glance at the posters of romance movies when we were picking out which action movie we wanted to see?”

She blushed. “N-No, I did not,” she denied but ended up stuttering again. 

“Alright, if you say so.” A pause. “Now, how about dinner?”

She clapped her hands. “You can cook for me! It’s been so long since I got to eat your food!” she exclaimed excitedly. “And I know you won’t cheat me. Argh, every boy K- I mean Mr. Anders introduces me to are all like ‘let me take you to this fancy restaurant that only serves you a little and charge you a hundred,’” she said with a yuck face. 

He laughed. “Don’t worry about that. How did you get here anyway?” he asked.

She stopped and looked around a bit. There wasn’t anyone. She looked up to him and grinned. “I flew.”

He looked down at her, bemused. “So you wouldn’t mind a ride to my new villa?” 

Her grin got wider. “I certainly wouldn’t.”

-VB-

Arthur bought his villa, as it turned out, right in the heart of Downtown Coast, no more than thirty minute drive from the theater. 

She looked around the house situated on top of a small hill, overlooking the businesses and hotels further down the slope. There were other houses like his on top of the hill and on the slopes, but the fact that he had a house here…!

“T-This is Coast Hill,” she stuttered out when he stopped in front of a shining new house. 

“Hmm? Yup. It is.”

“But it’s the second most expensive place in all of the city!”

Arthur chuckled as he got out of his 2010 Ford Mustang and helped her out. “It’s nothing compared to New York City,” he reminded her.

She blinked. 

Right. Arthur had been living in New York City for the last decade. 

“Would you like a tour?” he asked. 

She smiled. “Yes!” She might be the first one to get a tour of his new house! 

He led her inside his house and showed her around. Then she spotted his large indoor drop-in bathtub  in the master bedroom’s bathroom. It was big enough for four people to comfortably sit around and talk. 

.... Maybe. Just maybe.

She knew that Arthur didn’t see her as a woman, but she saw him as a man she wanted to make her own. Could she make him see her that way tonight? 

Her face lit up in a light blush but she tried to keep control of it. 

“Can we go for a dip?” she asked. 

“I suppose it’s only good manners to wash before a meal,” he conceded. 

“Then you go first,” she said. He looked at her quizzically before shrugging. “Sure.”

Then he went off to get undressed and she waited, pretending to look around the house some more. But she heard the door close, and she quickly went back up to his master bedroom again. She quickly pulled her clothes off, patted her hair down, and pulled a towel off the rack. 

Clarissa took a deep breath in… and then opened the bathroom door. 

Steam had already gathered and pushed their way out as she stepped into the bathroom.

“Claire? What are you doing?” 

She turned to his voice and saw him on the far side of the bathtub, enjoying the steaming hot bath. She saw his chiseled abs and chest above the water… and she tried not to look below it. 

“Joining you for bath. What else?” she replied casually as she slipped her feet into the bath. 

Then… then… 

She gulped.

Then she let the towel go. She pulled it off of her and let it slide off of her body on the floor behind her. Finally, she slipped inside the bath. 

She glanced at Arthur, and saw that he was … amused?

She huffed. “Aren’t you supposed to say something?” she asked with a bit of indignant disappointment. 

“You’re sexy.”

For a moment, his words didn’t register. And then they did.

Her face lit up in heat, and she slid right up to his side, not facing him with her body or her face. “Really?” she asked as she looked down at herself. Being only sixteen years old, she knew that she was nowhere near as sexy as say Purity, Fenja, or Menja. Her breasts were barely B-cup. 

She yelped when she felt an arm snake around her waist underwater and wrap her in full. 

Arthur leaned in, whispering into her ear. “Would you like me to prove it to you?”

She glared at him playfully. “Why don’t I check it instead?” she replied before pushing his arm away from her and moving in front of him. Her hands nervously reached down to his crotch. He didn’t stop her. 

Then she touched him. 

Longer than her hands, he was stiff and hard. 

“O-Okay, you are,” she admitted. Then she grinned. She dove underwater and amateurishly pushed his cock into her mouth.

She never did this before, okay?!

She bobbed her head up and down even as she held her breath. Her tongue ran around the rim of the dick’s head while her right hand gripped his shaft and pumped him. 

She wanted him to ejaculate on her first try, but even as her breath ran out, there was not a single sign of his dick even throbbing or getting larger. Frustrated, she realized she needed more time. 

She pushed herself up-.

Or she tried. 

A hand grasped her hair from above and pushed her back down, and her mouth was still around his dick.

Arthur was pushing her down!

The same hand pushed her all the way down, and she choked as his dick pushed into her throat. She pushed off, and he pushed her back down. 

Clarissa gagged and choked before she slapped his abs with her free left hand. Her mind became hazy with … pleasure? Huh?

He finally let her go. 

She shot out of the water with a loud gasp and she glared at him. “T-That was too much,” she coughed out. 

Arthur laughed. “Can’t hold it for long, huh?” he asked before he took hold of her waist with his hands. “Now, I hope you are ready to take responsibility for turning me on with that display?” he asked saliciously as he drew her hips up to his crotch. 

She shivered when she felt his dick grinding against her entrance. 

“Take a deep breath, Claire,” he said as he pulled her up. Instinctively, her hands found purchase on his forearms and she grabbed on tightly. He plunged her down, and she screamed as pain erupted. The water turned a little red, and she sniffled.

“T-That hurts…!” she complained even as tears trickled down her face, not that they were visible with her wet face. 

He pulled his left hand up and caressed her face before pulling her in for a kiss. She kissed him back, moving her hands from his forearms to his shoulder and neck.

“Take a deep breath, Claire,” he said again.

“H-Huh?” she asked but did so.

Smiling, he kissed her again and then pushed himself off the seat of the big dip-in tub and pushed them both into the water. She shut her eyes to stop the hot water from hurting her eyes. 

She moaned into his mouth as he began to move, his dick moving in and out of her. She breathed into his mouth and he did the same. The water around them made movement smoother and harder, but even so, her hips moved with Arthur’s thrusts. 

Then her breath began to run out. 

She tapped his back, but it was slow. 

She tapped harder.

Finally, he pulled her out of the water along with himself. 

She broke the kiss and inhaled a big gulp of air. It did not, however, make her as lucid as she liked. 

“Uwah, uo, ooh!” she moaned as he held her up in the air while he bounced her on his dick. He hooked his arms underneath her legs and it was only her arms that kept her attached to him. 

“A-Artha-! Artha-!” she wobbled before she mewled and climaxed on his dick. ‘A-Ah, I gave my virginity to Arthur…!’ she thought, half-deliriously and half-triumphantly. 

But it wasn’t over.

Arthur kept on pumping her for all she worth…!

And then-!

“AAAHHH!!” she screamed as he began to piston like a machine, bouncing her so fast that she felt her tight ass jiggle. “ARTHUR, ARTHUR, ARTHUR-!”

Then he stopped. She didn’t feel anything inside of her other than his dick, though, so he wasn’t cumming.

He moved and she felt herself being lowered. Her back arched, adding to her pleasure somehow, when she touched the slightly chill bathroom floor. 

Arthur knelt at the edge of the pool while she was on the edge of it. She looked up at him, dazed and drowning in pleasure, mental and physical. Her only response to Arthur’s continued pistoning, machine-like in his thrusts and dick pushing deep into her vagina, was to moan and call herself his bitch.

“I-I-I’m y-your bitch, A-Arthur-!” she sobbed-moaned.

“Does that mean I can knock you up, Claire? Do I get to put a baby inside of you? Are you going to be a teenage mom?”

Was she? If she was in any sane or lucid state of mind, then she would have seriously thought about it. She saw more than a few of her school acquaintances suddenly leave school because they got pregnant. Oh, no one said it out loud but rumors came and went. 

But Clarissa was not in a right state of mind. Dulled, dazed, and high on sex, her only response was thus.

“Y-Yesh, p-p-put a b-baby i-in me-!” she squealed.

Arthur’s response was to grunt and moan as he pumped her faster and harder. 

Then he slammed into her, and wrapped his body around her. 

She jolted and screamed when she felt his dick throb and pump out semen. She felt their hot mess inside of her, staining everything about her. She moaned into his shoulder while he moaned into her neck. 

“Y-You really c-c-came in me…?” she asked weakly. The man she had a crush on since she met him came inside of her. S-She was going to have his baby?

“I think,” he said as he pulled himself off of her. “I enjoyed cumming in you.”

She shivered at the dark tone of his voice. He was planning something. She could tell immediately. 

“I think I’m going to do it more tonight.”

“Huh?” Her mind went from fearful to confused. 

His response to her utterance was to pull his dick out and pound right back into her. 

Clarissa saw stars in her vision and she let out a garbled notes of pleasure like a dog. 

“You called yourself my bitch, Claire. Well, bitch, I want to put your endurance to the test,” he growled as he began to fuck her.

Claire yelped and moaned into the night, regretting nothing.