Holy Damn, here it is. Comic written and drawn by Wat. Transcription by... me. Please, enjoy.



"Ach. Finally alone." I drop down to the recovery bed and the satisfying sound of my zipper drowns out the muffled wardogs barking. The tension is unbearable and I pull my swelling cock from the mediocre fabric. The air is an arousing comfort, but my impatient, blood-slicked glove can't wait. I lean back on the cot, each pump taking me farther away from this internationally-muddied hellhole.

A loud knock breaks my escape. The Sniper is at my door asking for my assistance. I remain quiet in desperate hope he will go away. Much to my frustration, he yells again and opens the door I forgot to lock.

There is a long pause before I yell for him to get out while frantically trying to pull my pants back up. "Now that's no way to treat a guest, mate," he responds, like he expected this. He moves towards me and I yell obscenities at him, but his advance is strong. He grabs my wrist and smiles at me, a leering, insidious smile.

"Nein! Release me, you pig!" I try to struggle away from him, but that just lands us on the floor, his body bearing down on me as I try to get away. I look up to smoke in front of me and my irritation grows. Spy is standing in front of us, a sly grin on his face as he greets us. "Gentlemen."

The Sniper gets up and tries to get him to leave; I would rather he stay if if gives me time to get away. I sit up and feel my coat being pulled up over my back. I object again and Spy chuckles. "Don't be so quick to say non, Docteur. Seems like good times, neh?" He grabs my tie and pulls me close. I don't have time to react before his lips are pressed to mine, and I find that I can no longer object.

He is quiet persuasive. A particularly frustrating skill of his culture. My hands find his hips for stabilization as I lean into him, his tongue coercing me farther into his scheme. He feels me submit to him and a supple, kidskin glove cups the side of my face. He's very good.

My moment of coercion is broken as I am yanked backwards by the Sniper, Spy looking less than amused. His hot mouth finds my neck as his hands make quick work of my coat buttons, continuing down to my belt. My hands reach to stop him, but it is too late and calloused fingertips find my cock, my cheeks flushing hot.

He pulls my hardened flesh out and strokes it gently, tongue slithering along the ridge of my ear. A quivering breath escapes me as he seduces me further, strokes growing faster just when I want them to. "Ah, S-sniper," I pant, his other hand cupping my jaw as his fingertips slide past my lips, the taste of gunpowder residue and lead coating my tongue.

I open my eyes slightly and Spy is leaning over me. He reaches for the waist of my pants and practically rips them from my legs. He leans in close and cups my jaw again, a kiss following. His other hand slides down my stomach and finds my anxious member, gripping it tightly and stroking me roughly. His lips wander to my jaw as I breathe out small noises.

The Sniper grabs me possessively again and Spy stands. The Sniper's hand keeps me sexually distracted while Spy unzips his pants. He pulls his hard cock out and runs his hand over it before I find it nearly pressed against my face. The Sniper comes to what I thought was my defense before shoving me to my hands and knees as Spy kneels, the stripes on his pants a treacherous trail up.

The Sniper pushes my coat up again, grinding the swollen and hard roundness of his pants against my hindquarters. His hands cup either side before he slides my boxers down to mid-thigh. Dread runs through me at the thought of the pain, the click of his buckle providing no relief.

"You aren't going to use lubricant?" I hear Spy's voice chime in above me.

"Z-ze top drawer," I pant, anticipation deluding my worry at the thought of some relief. Spy hums as he reaches for it, digging around in the drawer a bit before he pulls out the tube and tosses it to the Sniper.

"Cheers, mate," he replies as he fumbles behind me, Spy opening my mouth, and smiling down at me. A warm hand grabs my ass as the Spy tries to keep me distracted. A slick digit slides into me and I gasp, Spy using the opportunity to insert himself into my mouth.

Another digit is added and Spy's hand grasps my neck, holding me on his throbbing cock as he slowly rocks into me. His fingers manipulate the muscle and I groan at the slight pain and feel him withdraw them. The sound of the tube straining causes me to try to look back, worry starting to take over again. Hot flesh is tauntingly pressed to my entrance. "Brace yourself, mate," he says before he thrusts into me hard, the pain only slightly dulled by the earlier preparation. It is times like these I wish people were better educated in physiology.

I remove Spy from my mouth and cry out. He smirks down at me and replaces his member between my lips. I run my tongue over it slowly, trying to keep from sobbing, the Sniper beginning to thrust in and out of me, his arms tight around my chest. He leans back and grabs my hips, pushing deeper, brushing over my prostate and making my own hardness twitch, my throat tightening as vocal huffs escape.

He leans forward again and licks my ear, his hands traversing my chest. I reach for my aching flesh and he grabs my wrist, scolding me before pulling me back onto his lap. His hands locked around my elbows as he thrust up into me, stimulating me into breathless pleas for more. His hands slide down my arms and down to my coat, pushing it up farther as he thrust harder. I can feel his eyes burning into my skin as he watches himself make a mockery of me.

As I pant cries of growing pleasure, Spy steps towards me, offering his member towards my mouth, pushing it in and groaning as my tongue affectionately praised it. His fingers worked their way behind my neck again as the Sniper's found my needing flesh. I winced as he stroked me, my groin tightening as he brought me closer to climax. I could only focus on Spy's needs with a quaking hand as the Sniper thrust recklessly into me, his hand matching pace.

His free hand turned my head away as I tried to manually stimulate the man in front of me, the Sniper's lips locking onto mine. "Ah! M-mein gott," I breathed as he licked my cheekbone, hand burrowing into my shirt and teasing the sensitive flesh there. I couldn't resist any longer and cried out as I came, white ribbons striping the floor in front of me and the Sniper's hand. I tried to catch my breath before Spy grabbed the top of my head and tilted my face up, his hand pumping his cock with vigor. He grabbed my jaw and muttered "M-merde," before painting my face with his own fluid.

I winced and looked up to him smiling at me. He kneeled down and pressed his first two fingers to my face, running them through the liquid and down to my lips, pressing them into my mouth. He leaned in and then kissed me on the cheek, his other hand stroking my cheek and reaching down to cup the curve of my buttocks, the other holding my hip. Hips lips soon found my own, his tongue tracing along my lips before delving in to fight with mine.

The Sniper grumbled behind me and pulled me from Spy, pushing me to the floor and thrusting into me hard and fast. I choked out cries as my over stimulated flesh ached. My hands grasped Spy's suit as the Sniper pounded into me, but it wasn't long before he relived his tension into me, my hand shielding my face in realized shame as the quickly cooling goo ran down my skin.

He pulled out of me slowly as I looked back, his expression somewhat apologetic. I closed my eyes and kissed him softly on the cheek, him responding by pulling me into a deep kiss. He let me go and Spy huffed a small laugh, taking out one of his signature dark cigarettes as the Sniper sat back and sighed.

Upon the heavy realization of what just happened I thought it would be in some good to try and retain what little dignity I had left; I cleared my throat and adjusted my coat. I crawled onto my cot and was soon joined by the Sniper and Spy on either side of me. I sighed and leaned back, but not before Spy could get his arm around me. He pulled me in close and whispered, "Thank you, Docteur," then indicated the Sniper, who just offered,

"Cheers."



{{I hope you enjoyed it, especially you, Wat. Personally, I don't like how it came out at all, and I realize that I'm terrible at transcriptions. I also felt like it ended like "Good Night Moon", which made me want to make it into a poem. I may still yet. }}