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No. 128
Soldier was very, very angry. That much was painfully apparent as he paced back and forth at his end of the War Room's conference table. The Old Man was practically foaming at the mouth as he dressed down the entire team, treating them as if they were nothing more than mere privates. Demo sat at his end of the table, watching silently as he occasionally took a sip from the bottle that rarely left his side.
The situation was bad. Spy had not returned for two days and they could find no sign of him. With Spy's disappearance coupled with the fact RED had been utterly unsuccessful in getting their hands on the enemy intelligence in weeks, the Soldier had finally reached the end of his rope, taking his bitter aggression out on his team. He called them every name in the book, and when those ran out, made up some more. He pointed out each and every mistake they made, sneering in contempt as he did so. There was no end to the man's rage and disappointment.
When he rounded on Scout in mid-rant, Demo inwardly winced. He knew what was coming. The kid had been less than serious in the last battle, goofing off with BLU's own Scout in a half-hearted game of tag. Or so it had appeared to the rest of the team. At the moment, he was barely paying attention to Soldier's tirade, bouncing in his seat as if he'd just snorted a half dozen pixie sticks. When his superior barked his name, the lithe runner went as still as a statue, eyes wide.
“If I see you fucking around out there with the BLU scout one more time, I'm going to shove my rocket launcher so far up your bony ass you taste gunpowder!” Soldier leaned menacingly into the kid's face. “Do I make myself clear, maggot?” With an audible gulp, Scout nodded. As The Old man turned away, Demo saw Engineer's hand breach the gap between him and the boy and give his leg a reassuring squeeze.
Finally spent, Soldier glared at them all for a moment.
"Dismissed," he snarled before stalking from the room without so much as a backward glance.
Silence descended on the room as the REDs looked at each other in helpless embarrassment. Eventually, like dogs with their tails tucked between their legs, they scattered to their corners of the base to recover from the verbal lashing. Demo watched as Engi guided the deeply shaken Scout from the room, his face still pale and grim from Soldier's abuse. Demo knew the kid would be fine in a few hours, the soft spoken southerner, without any doubt, would have the boy back to his bouncy self in no time.
Demo began to tread slowly down the hall, mulling over the situation as he headed in the direction of the Soldier's quarters. It wasn't unusual for the Old Man to lose his composure and ream them out.
Hell, it was sort of his job.
But with his incredibly nasty demeanor seeming to elevate with every passing failure, Demo suspected things were only going to get worse if Soldier's behavior continued to go unchallenged. He worried that if the situation kept on it's current course, someone was going to get hurt. Sighing heavily as he reached his destination, he finalized the decision to confront the older man when he rapped once on the door to alert the Lieutenant of his presence, entering quickly before he could be told to piss off. He knew it would be better if he tried to speak to the irate man himself, as he felt he had more of a chance of getting through to him than any one else on the team.
Soldier never glanced up, his posture stiff and angry as he flipped through paperwork. His cigar was gripped so hard in his teeth that Demo was surprised the damn thing hadn't fallen apart from the abuse. Setting his bottle on the desk gingerly, he flopped casually into the chair opposite Soldier's desk before picking it up again. He took a swig as he sat, savoring the warm flavor of the whiskey before beginning.
"Bit hard on the lad, weren't ye?" He took another tentative sip before continuing. "Bit hard on all of em, really, don't ye think?"
When Soldier looked up to meet his eye, he could /feel/ the self-righteous anger emanating from him.
"Them?" Soldier spat the word. "When were /you/ not a part of 'them'? If I recall, you have a role in this outfit as much as the rest," He sucked viciously on his Cuban, eyes daring his sergeant to disagree before he resumed. "Last I checked, you haven't come waltzing in with the enemy's intelligence lately."
"Neither have you, laddie." Demo collected and calm with his retort.
Soldier's jaw muscles danced as he clenched his teeth even harder, a vein in his temple visibly throbbing. With a roar, he surged to his feet.
"Get the hell out of my office, you one-eyed, haggis-eating, drunken son-of-a-bitch!" he screamed as he rounded the desk, heading for the door, no doubt intending to open it to expedite Demo's retreat.
He never made it that far.
The black Scotsman had risen to his feet at the insult, and as Soldier passed he grabbed the other man and swung him around to deliver a vicious right hook to his mouth. While the older man was stunned from the blow, he turned him and shoved him hard against the desk, wrenching his arms up behind him. Moving with an efficiency that would normally have left his lieutenant impressed, he removed his own belt and wrapped it securely around Soldier's arms from wrist to elbow. Bent forward, his upper body now resting upon his own desk, the Old Man was effectively immobilized. Demo shook his arm out, flexing the hand that had connected with Soldier's jaw.
Bastard had a hard face.
Snarling, Soldier spat blood out onto his desk, head craning to look back at his subordinate with hatred in his eyes.
"What /in the fuck/ do you think you're doing?"
Demo couldn't help the grin that split his dark face. Now, wasn't this a picture? Without answering, he grabbed the man's hips, yanking him back enough so that he could reach his belt to undo it. The second his hands touched the buckle, Soldier's whole body jerked in defiance. He swore, trying to buck the other man off with little success. In reaction to the frantic motions supplied by the man underneath him, Demo swiftly grabbed his bound arms and pulled /up/, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain from the lieutenant. The Scot knew all too well that a strained agony would be screaming through the man's shoulders, and he found himself wondering silently if the older man was seeing stars when his desperate movements came to an abrupt halt. Keeping his arms elevated, he leaned down bringing his face close to the other's.
"I'd stop strugglin' if I were ye, or I'll keep pullin' up. And ye know what'll happen. Dislocated shoulders are a whore, mate," A tiny push up, and Soldier was gasping again. "Might want to keep the noise down, too. Don' want the others knowin' what's what. Got me?"
The older man choked out a faint affirmative, his head drooping back on the table when Demo finally eased up on his abused limbs. Sufficiently convinced that Soldier wouldn't fight him now, Demo quickly undid his belt, sliding it from around his waist and placing it on the desk next to him. When he reached back for the zipper, he discovered the man's arousal. Ignoring his Superior's excitement, the explosive expert began to work at undoing the Old Man's pants and slid them down, underwear with them. Soldier swore viciously.
Stepping back, Demo admired his handiwork. The entire situation had been completely unplanned, but damn if he wasn't enjoying himself. This went far beyond the arrangement the two men had, and he knew full well that his actions were not just a response to Soldier's ugly dissonant behavior. He had been craving more than the Solider was willing to give for some time, but never had the initiative to push the situation until now. While he knew that it was likely Soldier would discharge him and would probably retaliate in a much more drastic and violent manner after everything was said and done, it did little to deter himself.
Demo knew that he deeply needed this.
Stepped forward, the Scot kicked the other man's legs a bit wider, the older man involuntarily leaning forward to keep his balance which made his ass was stick out more. The added humiliation of the change of position caused the older man to hiss out a bold and bitter threat, confirming the Scot's earlier prediction of future consequences.
"I'm going to kill you when this is over."
Demo grabbed his bottle, taking a long swallow from it. His chest and belly warmed pleasantly as he replaced it on the desk, to take up the belt. He doubled it up, snapping it a few times for effect, the Soldier responding to the noise with a long harsh growl. Without mercy or warning Demo struck, an immediate red welt rising on the other man's pale buttocks gaining a hard startled gasp from Soldier's mouth as his whole body jerked. Demo could not help but smile as the man underneath seemingly had no desire in fighting to be silent this time around. A few more blows added companion marks to the first before he paused for a second so he could remove his vest and shirt. He was just warming up.
He doubled his efforts once he found a more comfortable position. His renewed assault on the increasingly reddening ass of his superior officer causing the Soldier's legs to flex with each blow and long hard strangled cries to pour forth accompanied with the cruel slap of leather on flesh.
Demo lost himself in the repeated motions of swinging the belt. He always did. It warmed up his entire body, loosened every muscle and allowed him to drift from himself. It was cathartic. Though the belt was heavier in his hand than the whip, it some how felt good with the added weight behind it. And with all the pained and strangled noises Soldier made, Demo's pants were quickly becoming uncomfortable.
By the time the belt finally drew blood, Soldier was sagging on his legs; his muscles visibly trembling. He was /whimpering/; the sound completely new to Demo's ears. His desire increased tenfold. There was no gentleness about him when he stepped forward to removed the belt from around the Old Man's arms. He tossed it across the room, allowing Soldier to lower his strained limbs to the desk with a ragged groan. Pressing down between the man's shoulders with one arm, he quickly undid his pants with the other, freeing himself . He knew his lieutenant was far too exhausted from pain to even try and escape, but bent mouth to his ear again in quiet warning.
"Don't move, or I'll put that belt back on," he threatened.
The second his hard length pressed against the ass he'd so recently abused, Soldier's body stiffened. He knew what was coming even though they had never before crossed that boundary. As far as Demo knew, Soldier never had in his life.
"Fuck you." choked the Soldier; the once collected, professional officer was now completely gone, a thoroughly defeated man in his place.
He spat into his hand and grabbed his cock, gathering as much of his own pre-cum as he could before proceeding. Demo slid his slick hand between Soldier's buttocks, rubbing at his very center. The other man shuddered, swearing weakly as fingers worked quickly into him, giving no pause for him to catch his breath. Demo's blood was roaring through him as a desperation filled him that almost left him feeling weak. He needed to finish what he'd started, and with haste. Satisfied that Soldier was as prepared as he could make him without the aid of actual lube, he returned his hand to his own cock, smoothing more moisture that had collected in his arousal, and guided the tip to the other man's opening. He pushed forward relentlessly, a horrible noise escaping Soldier's lips in response to the motion.
"Christ's sake, stop!" The man beneath him panted frantically, so tight in his panic that it made Demo himself wince in discomfort.
"Let me..." he paused to take a shaky breath, his voice trembling as he spoke. "Let me get used to this."
Soldier's surrender to the situation left Demo light-headed as he stopped his assault. He was almost completely buried within his lieutenant, his body screamed for movement as he contained his arousal while the other man adjusted. Beyond satisfying his own needs, some part of him desperately wanted Soldier to enjoy being claimed. Dark hands touched Soldier's shoulders and began slow gentle movements that were common and familiar as Demo often used them after a session with the whip. Bit by bit, the other man relaxed around him.
Slowly, the Scotsman ground his hips, the action making Soldier's body tense up once again. It took a little time, but gradually his reluctant lover began to relax, the muscles loosing as Demo kept the slow, gentle pace going. Good god, this was the best thing he'd ever felt in his life, he thought to himself, as impatience began to get the better of him. He hardly registered his own hands that some how found their way to the Old Man's hips where they clutched in earnest as he slowly increased his tempo. He listened with hitched breath as the noises of pain that had been coming from Soldier changed in pitch, his stifled moans starting to take on an edge of pleasure. Placing one hand on Soldier's lower back, Demo reached beneath him and grabbed the other man's cock which caused Soldier to release a deep throaty moan that could have rendered anyone's knees weak with desire. Demo closed his eye in the wake of the Soldier's sound of rapture, his jaw tight and clenched as his cock throbbed in excited response.
He was going to lose control, and soon.
Soldier's breath was heaving, his cock unbelievably hard in Demo's hand as he pumped it. Relentlessly, he drove him onward, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the room as he worked. Soldier raised up on his arms, back arching, and Demo bent further over him, his forehead resting against the back of the Soldier's head, their sounds of pleasure in sync with the lurid movements of Demo's hips and hand. It was becoming too much to bare, his breath growing increasingly erratic. He was having difficultly containing the rhythm going on the other man's erection as he felt his pleasure beginning to peak.
He felt it seconds before Soldier let out a choked curse, the man's muscles going tight around him and his cock starting to throb. Hot, sticky fluid spilled from his superior, covering his hand and the front of the desk where it lazily trickled to the floor. Both the sensation of the tensing body around his member and the loud shaking shout had finished him; his own orgasm hitting him hard. A hoarse cry passed his lips as his body shuddered and he emptied himself inside Soldier. The pleasure was so intense his vision grayed out for a moment and he collapsed on top of the other man, gulping air as he recovered from his crest.
Hours seemed to pass before Demo finally pulled off Soldier, staggering a little as he did so. His need to comfort hit him like a hammer blow, and with a returning gentleness that belied his earlier actions, he cleaned them both up. Soldier's ass looked like raw meat, the fevered flesh discolored into a sickly red. At the sight of it, the explosive expert felt a moment of sympathy for the man; Demo was certain there was no possibility that he would be able to sit until he was treated. Supporting him, he led the Old Man into his bedroom, helping him down onto his stomach. He'd already removed Soldier's pants and his boots before he laid him down. After he slid a blanket up over his broken lover's backside and legs, he quickly set his own clothing back in order as well.
Demo sat in the chair next to the bed, bottle in hand, the silence of the room making the uncertainty flutter in his stomach viciously. He took a drink, then offered it to Soldier who grasped it in his hand eagerly. He brought the heavy bottle to his lips and took a deep swallow before passing it back, his sharp blue eyes boring into Demo's brown one during the silent exchange.
"What the hell /was/ that?" He spoke softly, voice hoarse from their earlier exertions.
Demo shook his head, choosing to remain silent. He was becoming terrified that the Old Man would send him away, or hell, even worse, turn his back on him. With a sigh, Soldier closed his eyes.
"I'd like to be alone now," he murmured.
An oddly heavy feeling in his chest, Demo stood and headed from the room. He paused in the doorway.
"I'll send in the Doc."
And then he left.
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That night, at dinner, Soldier stood before his team and stiffly apologized to the rest of RED. He confessed that the boys upstairs had been leaning heavily on him, chewing into him for an explanation as to why they hadn't done their jobs yet. He went on to say that he was proud of his men, and explained to his small squad that his fear that they would be replaced had gotten the better of him, making him act in a highly unprofessional manner. The REDs looked at him like he'd sprouted nine heads as they sat dumbfounded while absorbing their commander's moving speech, but they slowly began to accepted his apology, each in in their own way. Demo caught Soldier's eye and raised his bottle to him and in silence, the lieutenant nodded in acknowledgment.
Later, Demo saw Soldier pull aside Scout for a more private discussion. The kid looked serious, but relieved afterwards.
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The next morning, their prayers were answered when the Spy dragged himself home beaten, bloody and pissed as hell. The information he gave them proved to be more than worth his poor physical condition as it allowed for the swift and immediate capture of BLU's intelligence during the next scheduled skirmish. As they retreated to their base, Demo laying down a cover of sticky bombs and shouting slurred obscenities at the enemy, he caught the Old Man looking at him. He broke out in a shit-eating grin, and Soldier responded with a quirk to his mouth and a hearty salute.
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