This piece was originally submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/a2d4u9/wp_two_mutants_who_are_forced_to_stay_in_a_secret/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Getlucky12341.
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“Okay, okay… How about *Flame-Retardant Man*!?” Lyall asked, taking a sip from his beer.
“Any internet troll worth his salt would drop the ‘ant’ from that name, then spread the joke around without mercy.” Mia countered with a giggle, reaching across and stealing Lyall’s beer, taking a sip for herself.
“Fuck… Ummm… *The Extinguisher*?”
Lyall could always get a laugh out of her. It was something Mia had come to appreciate and adore about him while they had been incarcerated together. She was twenty four, he was a year older, but neither had seen the outside of a mutant detention center and testing lab since they were nineteen… until tonight…
“Why?” Mia asked, grinning mischievously and trying not to laugh as she handed back the bottle. “Because all someone has to do is ‘pull your trigger’ once and you’ll start spraying white stuff everywhere?”
“Oooh, burn!” Lyall laughed, taking another drink.
Shortly after escaping *that place*, the two of them happened upon a liquor store. In desperate need of supplies, they grabbed as much food, water, and beer as they could, then ran. Eventually, they found shelter under a bridge that spanned an old, dried up canal, and sat down to enjoy their loot and discuss what their “superhero names” would be.
“What would you be, Mia? *Firecrotch*?”
Mia snorted and clutched her stomach as she laughed. She was a tall, skinny redhead whose skin burst into flames whenever she was excited… Even as they ran away from the liquor store they had robbed, she had felt herself start to warm up. The name “Firecrotch” would fit her, perfectly.
“There we go,” She gulped down the last of her chuckle. “*Firecrotch* and *The Extinguisher*; government lab-rats turned vigilantes with perverted nicknames!”
Lyall began to laugh, in turn, flashing her the same beautiful grin that had helped her through five years in that hellhole. His green eyes were almost more of a blue color in the dim moonlight that bathed the canal they sat in; his brown hair was almost black in the shadow cast by the bridge above them.
“Hey, Mia…”
“Yeah?”
“You know that your clothes are starting to steam again, right?”
Looking down, Mia found that, indeed, her faded denim shorts – recovered from a thrift-store they had broken into and looted earlier in the night – were letting a steady wisp of almost-transparent smoke. It grew a little more opaque as she felt herself blush.
“Oh… I, um…”
“Were looking at me with those big brown eyes of yours, and started to blush?” Lyall supplied in a smug tone. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Well…” Mia hesitated, trying to clear her head.
She looked around, trying to distract herself from his eyes, his muscly frame, the dazzling smile he was still giving her as she squirmed and smoked…
“If you didn’t want me blushing, you shouldn’t have picked such a tight shirt…”
“And who says I don’t want you blushing?”
Mia looked at him as he sat there, still smug, haphazardly holding his beer, looking up at her with… well, with fire in his eyes.
“Lyall…”
He got up, taking a few steps toward her before stooping to his knees, again, and reaching forward to cup her face. The thin white smoke wafting off her clothes became a more silvery color as his breath tickled her skin, and his lips pressed ever so gently against hers.
Mia blinked a few times as he backed away, letting his hands trail behind a few moments after. She could feel her skin heating up, see the smoke getting thicker and darker… Finally, a concern dawned on her.
“FUCK!” She exclaimed. “MY CLOTHES!”
She shot to her feet, much to Lyall’s surprise, clawing at her own waistline. Her fingers managed to find the button of her shorts, and she tugged at the two sides, forcing the zipper down. She scrambled out of the garment before lifting her hands to her midriff and pulling her shirt off like it was on fire… and, indeed, it almost was…
With her clothes no longer in danger of burning up, Mia came to another realization; she had just put on a frantic strip-show, and was now buck naked… In front of a guy she had a fiery crush on.
Her pale skin flickered to a bright yellowish color before glowing incandescently white. Flames began to curl off her arms and legs. Her hair blew back as warm air blustered off her chest, her face, her cheeks; tongues of orange dancing among the long ginger curls. Her warm brown eyes burned a rusty red color as every inch of her began to combust.
The fire wasn’t uncomfortable, just warm… What was uncomfortable was the look that Lyall was giving her. Modesty won over her adrenaline, and she quickly covered her breasts with one arm, her other hand moving down to obscure her divide from view.
“LYALL!” She shouted, indignantly.
“What!? What did I do!?”
“You turned me on, you asshole!”
The confusion on his face shifted back to the smug, playful grin he wore so well. He stood up in front of her, maybe an inch or two shorter, but still tall enough to cup her cheeks and kiss her again as she bent her head down.
His touch felt cool on her body, like a rush of air coming through a cracked-open car window as it raced down the highway. The flames that crackled off her skin licked at his fingers as he touched her; smothered his face as he kissed her… But he didn’t seem fazed in the least. Lyall was fireproof.
His clothes, however, were no more fireproof than Mia’s, and his shirt promptly caught alight as soon as Mia pressed her hands to his chest. As the fabric blackened, smoldered, and crumbled off Lyall’s chest, both he and Mia looked down to watch it burn.
“Yeah…” He drew out. “Maybe I should get naked, too, before we go any further…”
Mia punched him lightly on the shoulder, smiling as he unbuckled his pilfered belt and slipped out of his own blue-jeans. Mia gulped as she saw him, for the first time; huge and with a curve.
“Jesus Christ, Lyall!” She giggled. “Did my pants-on-fire dance really turn you on *that much*?”
He laughed, his hands finding her hips as hers found his shoulders.
“Yes.” He said flatly, after a moment of silence, his blue green eyes reflecting the ruddy glow in hers.
They sank to the ground, Lyall sitting down with his back to the wall. Mia sank to a crouch with one knee on either side of his lap, his cool hardness sizzling against her lower belly as it touched her. Shadows reveled around them as her flames lit up their graffiti-pocked shelter.
Lyall reached forward and cupped her breasts in his hands, her nipples glowing a duskier red color against her otherwise bright white skin. The hiss of his lips sealing against her breast was drowned by the gentle moan she let out.
Mia lifted herself up a bit, reaching down between them and curling her fingers around the curved idol in his lap and feeling her way around until it poked at her entrance. She sank, blindly, back down with a long groan, his mouth and hands still at her chest.
A sweet smell filled the air, like burning incense, as Mia began to ride her new lover. It wasn’t either of their first times… But it was their first time with each other. It felt hot and fresh and amazing with each bump, hitch, thump, and stroke.
Lyall’s hands came down to cup her ass as she bounced in his lap. Her nipple popped from his mouth loudly, and taller flames began to curl off her chest.
Mia leaned back as he guided her rhythm, reaching over to pick up a half-finished beer bottle. She raised it up and poured it on her breasts, watching the liquid flare and sizzle into vapor.
The alcohol drizzled lower as she leaned further back. It evaporated off her tits, her belly, her glowing hot mound. It pooled on his lap for seconds at a time as she lifted herself, steaming away again each time she slammed herself back down.
She felt amazing with him inside her. Fuck, she never felt so full, so fiery, so fucking amazing…
He felt incredible with her on top of him. She was so fucking tight, hot, and eager to buck into him…
The bottle shattered into a million little pieces as Mia tossed it, empty, down the dry canal. The concrete beneath her and him was beginning to blacken where her knees and toes scraped into it. She was beginning to moan louder. He was beginning to grunt harder.
Lyall burst inside of her like a fire hydrant, the due of six passionless years flooding forward as he came first. White hot release painted the white hot walls squeezing around him as he lurched forward, wrapping his arms around Mia and burying his face in her breasts with a shuddering moan.
Mia roared to life like a wildfire as she felt him pulse. Her own climax followed after a few seconds, snapping and sparking through her bloodstream like liquid firecrackers. A different kind of heat sank into her lower belly, making the warm divide between her legs tingle as she clung to Lyall.
“F-Fuck…” She panted as she started coming down. “Oh… Oh fuck it’s been so long since…”
“Same for me…” Lyall heaved against her chest. “That was the best fuck I’ve had since…”
“Yeah…” Mia finished. “Yeah…”
“You were amazing.”
“So were you.”
“Never fucked a forest fire, before… That’s what they should call you.”
“*Forest Fire*?”
“Yeah, cause of that jungle of red hair you’ve got down there…” Lyall grinned, then began to laugh loudly.
“Fuck you, Mr. *Extinguisher*!” Mia laughed back. “You really did wind up spraying white stuff everywhere.”
They laughed for a while as Mia began to cool off, her glowing skin returning to its normal paleness. They slipped out of each other’s embrace reluctantly, and back into what articles of clothing they had left.
They were fugitives from the government; mutants on the run after escaping an internment camp. There would be a lot of hardships ahead… But they had each other to take comfort in… Now more than ever.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iuc56q/firecrotch_the_extinguisher_mf_vanilla