|
>>
|
No. 1132
>>38 and >>41 best comments ever. This inspires me to keep writing!
>>40 sorry, I was partying my arse off at a rock festival and was too knackered to write.
--
This would have to be done quickly, and with as little extra trauma to the wound as possible. There were things that even company technology couldn't repair. The Medic penetrated Sniper's body carefully, watching his reactions. The cock approaching his intestines didn't seem to cause him much more pain than he was feeling already. He was gripping the edges of the table, head back but eyes open, staring into nothingness. Such a beautiful sight, Medic thought, moving his hand off the wound to touch the marksman's chest. The skin was feverishly hot and wet, and under the little patch of fluff between his nipples, Sniper's heart was beating so fast. The doctor's arousal surged and he thrusted into the bloody hole slowly, using an enormous amount of willpower to keep himself from just forcing as much of his cock in as possible.
"...nngh... yes..." Sniper managed to gasp something understandable, arching his back towards Medic's hand. All he wanted right now was to be held by Medic again. His vision was blurred, and he could make out a huge form at the other end of his body - must be Heavy, he'd seen him earlier - which must have something to do with the painful pressure growing in his belly. He knew it was Medic jerking him off and stroking him, some relief from the discomfort. A climax was building, he badly needed it, but pain was holding it back.
He struggled for more of that good feeling, grinding his hips on whatever was inside his arse, certain it was something to do with Medic and not Heavy.
The big Russian groaned in pleasure when Sniper seemed to writhe for him. He rubbed the skinny little hips to encourage some more movement, and rested his other hand on Medic's back. Ecstasy, that's what this was. This was why he loved his doctor for more than just the healing, for his sick and brilliant mind, his ability to do things that no sane person could. He leaned back to take in the view of Medic raping that antisocial bastard's guts while he fucked his arse, and caught the doctor's eye. They automatically drew towards each other for another deep kiss. Feeling the warmth of Medic's mouth against his, Heavy's orgasm approached quickly and he came copiously into the marksman's arse.
Medic allowed Heavy to lean lightly against him for a moment as the weakness of orgasm wore off. It wouldn't be long for him either, the hot, formless, wet flesh caused a gorgeous sensation. Ejaculating into an open wound would require a lot of extremely awkward cleaning. Medic exhaled slowly and kept up the steady, controlled rhythm.
Obviously, the Medic was still very busy. Heavy slid his cock out and wiped it on the sheet, noticing a pink tinge to the residue that made him chuckle a little. It was good to know he'd made an impact, so to speak. He politely withdrew from the situation down that end, going to pet Sniper's upper half.
The Heavy's cock stretching him again as it slid out had felt good, but another pair of hands on him was enough to push Sniper over the edge. There was a hand on his forehead now, another one on his chest, and of course, one on his cock. He was losing count, but at least there was something to hold on to as he reached up and grabbed a thick wrist. Everything was becoming more distant and vague as his orgasm came on in waves. Even the pain was fading. Sniper was coming and going.
When the cock in his hand erupted, Medic was taken by surprise, he'd been preoccupied with his own pleasure. He softened his rubbing motions somewhat, turning to watch the Sniper as he came. The wounded marksman was loosing consciousness fast, his struggles visibly decreasing. Medic's thrill at the sight was almost electric, he quickly pulled out of the wound before he contaminated it. "Move your hand," he snapped at Heavy, tapping at the hand on Sniper's forehead. Heavy complied stoically, standing back to see what would happen next.
The doctor tucked a hand under Sniper's head, lifting it. "Look at me..." he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. His urgency peaked as Sniper moaned and opened his eyes a slit. "Remember one zhing... remember you are mine." He pumped his cock as he spoke, imagining Sniper's cloudy mind trying to understand those words. As his climax emerged, he directed his ejaculate over Sniper's chest, imagining he was emptying his balls into that injury.
Once it had all subsided, Medic lowered Sniper's head back down, and leaned on the table for a few moments to get his breath back. Heavy backed away quietly towards the door, his one-track mind on sandviches now. He was about to make his escape when his name was called.
"Heavy, fetch ze medigun, ze blood bag, ze needles, and ze long plastic tubes..."
End.
|