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No. 8821
FOR THE GLORY OF THE HYPNOTOAD.
And because you all are amazing. <3
Props to Scrunchy for beta-ing. I'd be lost without her.
NOW ONTO THE...FOURSOME.
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“Vat? Vat is zhe smiling for?” Medic questioned and, before he could say anything further, Spy and Sniper were pulling Medic in. Scout, feeling bold after loosing his anal virginity, closed the door.
“What ain’t there to smile about, Doc?” he asked cheekily, and the Frenchman chuckled.
“We all ‘ad a thought…per’aps you could join our… shower? Oui?” Spy was slipping Medic’s coat off, and placed it carefully on the bench. A baffled and furious Medic was standing there, gaping at all three of them.
Sniper held Medic’s arms motionless and smirked. “After all, mate, you’re the one that knows th’ good ol’ hygienic habits and whatnot.” As Spy began to unbutton his shirt, Medic started to writhe violently. The wriggles made it hard, but somehow Spy and Sniper got the shirt off without letting him go. Scout couldn’t see how they did it.
“Unhand me, dummkopfs!” The German glared at Spy and Sniper before looking hopefully at Scout, who was just standing nearby and watching. After a moment Spy followed his gaze and smirked, beckoning him closer.
“Get ‘is pants,” he commanded. Scout nodded and grinned, pulling Medic's boots and socks before unbuckling and pulling his pants down. He left the boxers on; they were too fuckin’ funny to not have the other two see them.
“Wot? Red cross boxers? Seriously, mate?” Sniper cackled, and Scout smirked as he walked to the bench to put the clothes near Medic’s coat. Spy chuckled as he ran his fingers over Medic’s flawless torso.
“Amusing, mon ami… almost as funny as Engineer’s wrench boxers,” Spy purred as he traced the elastic hem. Medic’s thrashes slowed for a moment before they started up once more with renewed vigor. Spy sighed and stepped closer, running his teeth over an earlobe.
/That/ got Medic to freeze. In horror or what, Scout didn’t know, but this looked similar to the way Spy and Sniper had seduced him only a few minutes ago. “Just relax, man. It’s as fun as fuck when ya go with the flow.” Scout tried to help it along.
Unfortunately, Medic didn’t seem that keen on following Scout’s suggestion. He just started writhing again, and kicked at Spy’s shin, making him stagger back with a curse. “Ah, ‘ow unfortunate…” Spy murmured, and looked at Sniper, who nodded and forced Medic to the floor. Scout winced as he heard Medic’s knees hit the tile with a loud smack.
“Guys, maybe you should just let him go…” Scout was uneasy. He didn’t like how this was going. Spy just smiled at him reassuringly before running his hands along Medic’s spine with an incomprehensible coo. Medic didn’t respond to it, except for the tiniest shiver.
“Medic’s got a pain kink, mate,” Sniper said with a smirk. He had stood back to let Spy work. “An’ a blood kink,” He glanced over to Spy, who had grabbed his Balisong and gently pricked the man’s shoulder, who shuddered more visibly this time. “He likes syringes best… but we don’t got any of those.”
Scout was fascinated, and creeped out at the same time. Spy gently ran the knife down Medic’s side, just barely deep enough to even draw blood. Medic was trembling constantly now, and moaned wordlessly. How had Spy gotten him to change so fast?
“Damn, you two are good,” Scout remarked softly, and Sniper laughed.
“We do this all the time,” he replied with a grin. “Yer just hard to corner in one place.”
Now that Scout thought about it, he /had/ run into Spy and Sniper in several places, and they’d say something weird and he’d just call them fags and dart off. No wonder Medic was suddenly so compliant, if this shit happened all the time.
“So that’s how you know about Engie’s boxers?” Scout looked over at Sniper, who nodded before walking over to Medic. “Tch, fags,” There were several bleeding cuts, all shallow and all over the man’s back. Medic was panting and on all fours now, and at the angle he was at, he could see that the man was obviously turned on. That was a little creepy; Sniper hadn’t been kidding about the ‘kinks’.
“You ain’t one t’ talk, kid,” Sniper, quite obviously aroused himself, stepped in front of the man with a small smile. “Switchin’ places then?” The question was directed at Spy, who nodded with a nasal chuckle. For some reason that noise didn’t bother Scout so much anymore. He, too, was flushed and felt blood flowing between his legs. Was he supposed to stand back and watch?
Fuck, he was pretty sure he could do that.
As Spy prepared himself and Medic with the lube, Sniper stepped closer to the man's face with a murmur. Medic resisted at first, but when Spy had to pause to prick his hip with his knife, Medic gasped loudly, allowing the Aussie’s erection to be forced in. Sniper moaned, and Scout bit his lip, trying to imagine how that would feel around his own cock. The young man swallowed, and wrapped his hand around his length, tugging it once with a shiver.
Scout caught Spy’s eye, who smirked in approval before pulling out his fingers and thrusting in all at once. Medic gagged on Sniper’s length, though Scout wasn’t sure if it was surprise or something else. Spy gestured to Scout to come over, and he did so a bit awkwardly, unwilling to have his hand leave his already-fully-hard erection.
“You’re small, mon petite. Could you give zhe Medic a ‘and? Or maybe a mouth…” Spy smirked, and Scout blinked a moment. The space underneath Medic was just barely enough for him to get on all fours but…a muffled, wanting moan escaped Medic’s mouth, making Sniper curse lustily, and Scout snorted.
“Man, whatever,” he smirked and got down, wriggling underneath the rocking German. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too hard. Licking his lips, he opened his mouth and took his head in his mouth. It got a good response – Medic lurched and cried out, though the sound was muffled. Smirking around the erection, Scout pushed more of it in, leaving a few inches off. If he went too much farther he was sure he’d gag.
His own hand strayed back to his cock as he began to explore what he’d put in his mouth with tongue and teeth. With a small noise, he began to pump himself in earnest while he figured out how to move his mouth in the best ways possible. Scout obviously wasn’t very experienced, but he did what he could.
The rocking above got more violent, sometimes forcing Medic’s length into his mouth a little too hard and making his gag reflexes try and force it out. The clenching muscles of his throat seemed to please Medic, though, who was moaning almost constantly now, joining the chorus of Spy and Sniper, who were obviously enjoying the moment.
Spy’s thrusts were getting harder and faster, and it was making Scout’s time down below a little uncomfortable, gagging every other thrust. Sniper didn’t seem to be moving, except twitches now and then, but Scout couldn’t see. All he could concentrate on was the cock in his mouth and the cock in his rapidly-moving hand. He was so close, so close –
With a cry, Scout again came first, semen splattering over the tile underneath him. His vocals started the chain, and with a whimper Medic came as well, and the strange taste of man-juices made Scout gag one final time, unable to swallow.
He spit what was in his mouth onto the floor with his own mess, and pulled away with a curse, slipping out from underneath just in time to see Sniper and Spy release simultaneously, both thrusting into the man at the same time. They rode out their orgasms, then pulled out of the panting German.
Sniper smirked and offered a hand to the Medic, who cleared his throat and ignored it, getting to his feet and glaring at all three of them.
“Now if you would excuse me…” he tried to maintain whatever dignity he still had, slipping on his clothes and exiting the showers.
Scout snorted, and ran a hand through his hair. “Does he do that all the time?” Sniper laughed.
“Dunno mate, that was the first time we’ve done that to him,” he remarked. Scout scowled.
“I thought you said you guys did this shit all the time!” Scout scowled at the man, and Spy snickered.
“Eet is usually Sniper, Engineer and moi,” Spy explained with a chortle, and Scout rolled his eyes.
“Man what the fuck ever. I’m takin’ a shower and getting some breakfast, I’m fuckin’ starved.” Deciding to ignore the two, he went right back to what he was /supposed/ to be doing – getting clean – and eventually started singing again. So what if they heard him?
“Jeeeeem is truuuuly outrageous…”
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