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“Are we done ‘ere? Can I leave?”
The seven men surrounding the strategy table turn to look at the BLU Demoman. The expressions of his teammates range from bored confusion to a mix of annoyed disdain. With crossed arms and a cold stare Demo stands his ground, unwilling to further entertain the insanity he’d found himself swept into. He’d been sitting in a chair along one of the walls, trying and failing to pretend like he was anywhere else, but his patience had well and truly run out now.
The BLU engineer glances around at the others, presumably to gauge whether they’re about to protest, before he sighs and waves his hand dismissively. That’s all the encouragement Demo needs before he swiftly reclaims his freedom. He doesn’t even bother closing the door, leaving it ajar as a final signal of his displeasure. That’s what they get for forcing him to sit in on such useless team meetings. Practically vibrating with annoyance, Demoman starts the long trek across the base back to his room.
It had all started with the announcement of The WAR. When it was first revealed that their Soldier had been fraternising with the RED team’s Demoman it was a shock to everyone. No one could have guessed exactly how destructive the fallout would prove itself to be either. It was as if a proverbial nuke had been dropped on the intra-team relations of the mercenaries at Builders League United.
The team's soldier, a man who was usually passionately invested in rockets and causing mayhem on the battlefield, had become a nightmare. At first he was just sullen and avoidant, clearly embarrassed by being caught red handed committing such a forbidden breach of contract… But it wasn't long before that changed for the worse.
Demoman doesn’t fully remember who started it, but he thinks it was their Scout. Hearing of the controversial friendship, the impulsive young man had shared some very sensitive information about the two. That conversation devolved into a bloody gossip session shortly thereafter. Demoman could only sit there in stunned silence, aghast at what he was hearing. As it turns out, every single one of his teammates had caught the two “friends” in highly compromising positions. Everyone except for the BLU Demoman himself, he had been none the wiser. After comparing notes the team eventually came to the conclusion that the alleged “friendship” wasn’t so “friendly” after all. After that it was constant ribbing aimed at the Soldier and the straight sexuality he’d defended so fervently before this. And honestly, he deserved it for having a stick up his arse. On that front he had no sympathy for the overcompensating bastard.
At first Demoman couldn’t believe it. That the two had some… cross-faction, lovers tryst just didn’t make sense to him. The soldier had never seemed interested in him… or the other men on their team for that matter. No he wasn’t able to wrap his head around it… until he tried prodding the Soldier himself. Demoman still remembers it like it was yesterday.
It had been a particularly miserable day in the badlands. They’d already been fighting for hours, all their attempts to gain ground against the REDs had been thwarted. If it wasn’t for the fact that Demoman was dragging his feet about, he’d never have seen their soldier. The broad American was standing uncharacteristically still with his head and clenched fists pressed against the wall, which was a highly unusual sight to see. The man didn’t usually stay still for long unless he was sleeping or dead. For whatever reason he’d taken off his helmet too, incredibly odd considering he refuses to be seen without it. Now, Demo wasn’t usually the type to fuck around during work hours, but he couldn’t help his curiosity seeing such an intriguing sight. He hadn’t talked to the man since the WAR started because the Soldier made himself scarce. Maybe he should talk to him? It could be that all the the soldier really needs is someone to to talk to, or maybe distract him from it all. It's not impossible that he could get through to him, and after all, what's the worst that could happen?
Casually sliding up by the soldier, Demo leans against the wall. There's a strange tingling in the pit of his stomach that he can't quite place. He starts with a friendly tone, ignoring whatever that feeling was. "Oh hullo, Soldier. Lovely wall ye got there. Am I interruptin’ something?" He gestures towards the wall. "If not, how about ye ditch this here wall and tell me what ye’re doin’?”
The soldier clenches his fists harder at that. This close Demo can tell that the man is tense, jaw muscles clenching so hard you’d think his teeth would shatter. He supposes that would be fair, the soldier was surely under a lot of stress right now. Undeterred by his teammate’s lack of response, Demo continues confident as ever. “Oh dunnae ye be like that mate, I was just playin’ with ye… I can understand that ye're not looking to talk much lad. Well I won't force ye. However if ye’re lookin’ to talk or to just have some fun with a real demoman this time around, then ye only need to ask.”
That gets a reaction. Something pops in Soldier’s neck when he whips his head to the side, pinning the other man with the intensity of his glare. Seeing the soldier’s bare face is uncanny. Demo hadn’t gotten the chance yet, you'd think his helmet was glued on if you didn't catch the man in the showers. He’s handsome, in a weird way. Wide masculine jaw covered in a few days worth of stubble... But what's more striking is that there’s clearly something off about him, the demoman can’t put his finger on exactly what. Maybe it’s the bloodshot eyes and dark circles of a man who hasn’t slept in months.
He doesn’t get to ponder the implications or possible ramifications for long. One of the soldier’s arms shoots out to grasp the front of his bomb gear, tugging the demoman close to him. What had started out as an irritated wrinkle on the soldier’s brow had now turned into a look of disgusted fury.
“How dare you talk to me... You make me sick.” Soldier grinds out through clenched teeth.
Taken aback, Demo scrambles to find any words that could deescalate the situation, but none come to mind. So he settles for a simple “What the bloody hell crawled up yer arse and died?! Do ye still wish ye were shaggin’ that RED slag or somethin’?!”
The soldier’s fist collides with his face a split second later. He doesn’t remember what happened after that or who had intervened. What he does remember though is someone prying the enraged soldier off him and screaming for people to come help. Everything had gone dark after that. He'd then awoken sometime later in the medbay with their creepy medic and a splitting headache.
This quickly became a theme, any time the demoman would find himself alone with the soldier it would end in a brawl that someone would have to break up. It's like the start of the WAR had rendered the man insane, the soldier couldn’t be reasoned with and trust that Demo had tried. Demo had sported several black eyes since the whole ordeal started… He cannot begin to explain how hard it was to see out of only one swollen shut eye. When push had come to shove, he’d of course tried to give as good as he got, his highlander honor wouldn’t allow anything less. The soldier had been refusing to see their medic, so Demo was proud to say that he was looking a lot worse for wear than him. Beyond that the soldier had started being unreasonably hostile to the others too, not just Demo. Any provocation was enough to set him off on a tirade of harsh words and broken objects. He was like a landmine, one wrong step and you’d go kablooie. To say that Builders League United had become a hostile work environment was the understatement of the century.
No one could seem to get through to him and nothing they ever did made him stop once he got going. The team had been at their wits end, debating whether to get the Administrator involved when the RED Engineer had contacted them.
Apparently the RED team had a similar problem as their team. Except it was their Demoman, and he wasn’t tearing the place up. He was bumming everyone out with all of his professional moping about. And worsening alcoholism too if he remembers correctly. Demo hadn’t been listening very carefully to those particular details as he couldn’t care less about his alcoholic RED counterpart. What his soldier saw in that pathetic man, Demo would never know. Actually, as far as he was concerned, the RED demoman was the one who caused this whole mess to begin with. He couldn’t tell you why, but he knows it deep in his bones.
That was also the reason why he was so annoyed when the teams decided, against their better judgement, to try and get the two back together again. That was a week ago, and they’d gotten nowhere. Every last ploy the two teams came up with always ended up going awry somehow. They’d had another matchmaker meeting tonight, which Demo had been sitting in on purely due to peer pressure. Tonight they’d tried suggesting that the demoman should help out with whatever, which forced him to actually participate. It was one thing if he could just sit in his own head for an hour or two, but the expectation that he would have to help out was the last straw. Demoman doesn’t care whether the two idiots get back together, and he sure as hell won’t help them. Demo can't even imagine what he could do that the others couldn't do better, their soldier hates him!
It was all a bloody mess honestly, he doesn't know why they still try. What's worse is that Soldier also must've realised that they were out to get him. He'd been paranoid since the WAR started, but nothing could compare to the sheer, unadulterated paranoia the man was exhibiting now. At first he was still joining the team for meals and would do a very quick shower after the work day, but now he was nowhere to be seen. Demo isn't sure if he even eats or showers anymore. The soldier would only be seen on the battlefield, then he’d skip the showers to lock himself up in his room.
Thinking about that, he glances down the darkened hallway that leads to the soldier’s room. Demoman had stopped by out of curiosity once or twice, listening to him rant and rave. Tonight the man was being uncharacteristically quiet, no shuffling or banging coming from the room. Before he realises it he’s sneaking down the corridor, once again pulled in by his own curiosity. When he arrives at the door he finds another thing that’s out of the ordinary. The door is slightly ajar.
Against his better judgement, Demoman nudges the door open and peers inside, his heart beating in his chest. The smell of dirty laundry, cigar smoke and pure misery has Demo wrinkling his nose in a mixture of disgust and confusion. The soldier’s room is messy; belongings, clothes and trash all mixed together in piles that cover most of the floor. He knew the soldier wasn’t a clean man, but this was a lot worse than he could've imagined...
It takes a good while before he's able to make out the figure sitting on the side of the bed. The soldier is hunched over, Demo isn't sure but it looks like he's biting himself in the hand. He’s fiddling with something in his lap. Straining to see in the dim light, Demoman could’ve sworn that he’s…
Suddenly nervous, Demoman reconsiders his choices. The man he had just unwittingly walked in on doesn’t just hold a massive grudge against him, he’s also strong enough to overpower him. He shouldn’t be here, not with the team on the opposite side of the base… He needs to leave while he still can.
Taking a careful step back, Demoman is about to make his escape, but fate has other plans for him tonight. The back of his heel catches the very edge of one of the many empty tin cans strewn about. It goes clattering across the floor, loudly announcing the demoman’s presence. In the brief calm before the storm, Demoman goes through the five stages of grief, swiftly arriving at the stage of acceptance.
Tonight he will die a very painful death.
Risking a glance back at the soldier, Demo sees that he’s looking intently at him. For what feels like minutes neither of them dares to move… Until the soldier gets up off the bed. There’s nothing particularly threatening in the way he does it; he just stands up and takes a step towards the demoman.
“Demoman?” His voice is soft, tentative even.
That is when the demoman’s survival instinct kicks in. He doesn’t understand the sudden shift in attitude towards him, and he wants nothing to do with it.
Pushing off the wall, Demoman breaks into a sprint, running like the devil was chasing him. Perhaps that isn’t so far from the truth with what he expects the soldier to do to him if he catches him. As he sets off towards his room he can hear the sound of the soldier’s heavy footsteps, feet slapping against the concrete as they chase after him. Taking the corner with too much speed, Demo almost slips, but he manages to stabilise himself before he goes down. Demoman arrives at the door to his room before the soldier has even turned the last corner. He practically tackles the door in his haste to get inside, but the door doesn’t budge. He tries the door handle several times before his blood runs cold with realisation, he’d forgotten that he’s locked his door.
Fingers stiff and clumsy from the adrenaline pumping through his veins, Demoman fumbles, trying to get his key from his pocket. He manages to get the key but just as he’s about to shove it in the lock a heavy body slams into him. The two go crashing onto the ground in a pile of limbs; key clattering as it's lost in the dark of the hallway. The soldier’s strong arms wrap around Demo, squeezing him so hard he can barely breathe. The demoman’s world turns violently a few seconds of struggling later as he’s hefted onto the soldier’s shoulders; arms and legs restrained in the soldier’s grip. Demo tries to fight back, going so far to try and bite the shoulder of his capturer, but nothing stops the man in his tracks.
Once back in the soldier’s room, Demoman is flung off the man's shoulders, the trash on the ground barely cushioning his fall as he crashes to the floor. The soldier slams the door shut behind him before he starts advancing on his teammate. Demo scrambles to get on his feet, but isn’t fully able to recover before the soldier hoists him from the ground by the front of his shirt. Next he knows he’s pressed against the wall.
“You dare come here… after all that you did…” Soldier starts, voice strained from the chase and the tar that's settled in his lungs. The pressure over Demo's chest increases as the soldier pushes closer. “Even after spouting all those lies about me… betraying me… You still come crawling back?! Wasn’t it you who was too good for me!?” A terrifying snarl mars the soldier’s face, only ever enhanced by his intimidating stature.
Demo swallows, trying to force the fear to the back of his conscience. He needs his wits about him if he wants to survive this. What is he talking about? He’s never- Realisation strikes him like a bolt of lightning. “SOLDIER DO YE NAE HEAR YERSELF!? I’m nae the RED demoman!” Grabbing the soldier’s arms, Demoman tries to pry him off but he's too strong. “Yer gonna accost me just because yer wee pea-brain cannae separate me from that midden o’ yer’s!? Get off me ye ravin' lunatic!"
Something changes in the Soldier’s expression at that, recognition finally dawning on the man. The momentary clarity quickly changes back to anger though, and the soldier bashes Demoman against the wall a second time. “Why are you here?! I thought I made myself clear that I don’t want you anywhere near me!”
The fear the demoman had been feeling flips, turning into burning hot anger at the sudden blame shift. “I was trying to get away from ye! I literally made it to me room before ye bloody abducted me! I was just passin’ by-”
The soldier grinds his teeth audibly at that. “That's rich coming from you maggot! I’ve been trying to make you stay away, but you just won’t understand! You can’t come near me. You shouldn’t want to, but you do anyway! Why- No, I know why!” Soldier stops abruptly, then continues in a lower tone, “I saw the way you used to look at him, how you still look at me… It's clear why you’re here…”
Disliking the direction the conversation is heading, Demoman digs his nails into the man’s arms in a vain attempt to get loose. “What are ye goin’ on about ye crazy man?! I want nothin’ from ye!”
“You’re a filthy liar!” Soldier spits back at him. “You’ve wanted me from the first day we stepped off that god forsaken train.” To demoman’s surprise one of the soldier’s big hands comes up to grope his bulge through his pants, forcing a needy gasp out of him. “See!? You’ve been coming onto me for so long you barely even realise it yourself! You’re too proud to admit that what you really want is my c-!”
Demo’s fist connects with the soldier’s jaw hard enough that his head snaps back. Not having expected the hit, the soldier goes tumbling backwards onto the floor, landing in one of his trash piles. With his feet back on the ground Demo realises that he’s got the chance to escape. He makes a break for the door while the soldier’s still stunned, but just as he rips the door open he hesitates. This will likely be his last chance at many things. Getting to finally get revenge on the soldier for his unhinged behaviour is one, getting his long awaited turn with the soldier being the second.
It’s then that the demoman realises that there are footsteps rushing down the hallways towards him. Soon a red faced, huffing engineer makes his way around the corner. Seeing the demoman, Engie makes a bee line for him. “Are you okay?! What’s going on and why on God's green earth are you in Soldier's room?!” The alarm in his voice is evident. The engineer must’ve followed some time after him to talk, he's thoughtful like that. Demoman can appreciate it on a regular day, however... If he thinks that Demo is about to explain that he plans to beat the crap outa' Soldier and then hopefully have Soldier beat the crap outa' his arse afterwards... Then he's sorely, bloody mistaken.
Plucking the hat from his head, Demo tosses it at Engie who barely manages to catch it. “Trust me mate, ye dunnae need to know what's going on. I'm fine though, if ye have to know." Demo tries in vain to swipe some of the dust and ash off himself. Pointing to his hat, the demoman continues "Take that back to me room fer me will ye? The key is on the floor somewhere. Also, keep the others away from here, I’ve got unfinished business with this man.” With a last, brave grin Demo steps back into the room; resolutely shutting the door on the stammering texan and locking the door behind him.
When he turns back around again the soldier’s standing again. The punch must have split his lip open as there’s blood all over the man’s hands and face. Something wicked grabs ahold of the Scot then as he idly notes that the soldier looks even better covered in his own blood.
Unwilling to give into the soldier’s accusations just yet, Demo keeps playing his game of denial. “That’s what ye believe then, lad? That I want ye? I rather think ye’re saying so because ye want me, but I won’t make ye say it.” The demoman pauses to cross his arms in front of him. “Ye ken, ye speak right high and mighty o’ yerself considerin’ who ye’re dealin’ with. To answer yer previous question: Aye, I do think I’m too good fer ye. I’m nae the poor sod who’s bloody tremblin’ in his boots to shag a man who reminds him of his estranged lover.”
The soldier lets out a nigh animalistic growl but doesn’t pounce on him. Soldier stands rooted on the opposite side of the room, jaw flexing and knuckles white with the effort of holding himself back. Why he’s going to such trouble holding back, Demo will never know. Considering that he couldn’t so much as say hello to the soldier just the other day, that should’ve done it. He’s never displayed this level of restraint before…
With a fake look of concern and a mocking tone, Demoman keeps masterfully digging his own grave. “Oh what’s with the wee growl lad? Hit a sore spot, did I? Well dunnae ye come cryin’ to me, I’m nae like the little pansy that ye claim to hate so much.” By all standards this isn’t just him poking the hornet’s nest. He’s about to grab it, shake it and will most likely have it shoved up his ass shortly thereafter. Or so he hopes, if he’s only got one chance to get fucked by this man he’d better make it worth it. “But I suppose we can arrange somethin’, dunnae ye think? How about if ye come claim me right now I’ll let ye have me arse just like I’m sure that red harlot always lets ye have? That sound good to ye? I might even call ye Janey and flutter me eyelashes at ye real pretty-”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Soldier tackles him a second later. The force with which he gets slammed into the door behind him punches the air out of him. He’d expected the tackle but no amount of foresight could’ve stopped the back of his skull from colliding with the door in the face of their soldier’s raw strength. From outside the door Demo hears a distinct yelp from Engie, then the sound of scrambling footsteps making a hasty escape. Good, that's what he gets for trying to listen in on them. Now they’ll get some privacy for what’s to come next.
Focusing his whole attention onto the man that's got him pinned once again, he throws on a shit eating grin. “Oh! Ye like that, dunnae ye lad?" His words drip with irony. "I'm sure ye'll want me to play the part too then? I’ll try me very best, even if me bum won't be as loose as yer ran through, dainty Tav-!” He doesn't get to finish as Soldier's hand clamps down on his face.
"Keep that name out of your filthy mouth." Soldier growls, fingers digging into the demoman's flesh. Every line of the soldier's face and posture spells out danger, something any sane man would run from if they saw…
But for Demoman it only serves to fuel the fire.
With a swift movement Demoman digs his knuckles into the soldier’s ribs as hard as he can. The man chokes out a sound halfway between a laugh and a yelp, momentarily loosening his grip on him. The distraction is just enough for him to get a good grapple around Soldier’s neck and wrestle him to the ground. Demoman hadn’t known whether the man was ticklish or not, but it was an assumption that paid off.
Using his whole weight, Demo pushes the other man into the ground. "I dunnae see why I should do that, boyo. Isn't it ye who claim to hate him? Ye should nae care whether I call him by the name his mother gave him…" Looking at the man struggling to get loose, Demo can't help the bitterness that spills out of him. "Yer a true piece of work, ye ken? Ye make everyone's life livin' hell both at the base and on the battlefield all because ye cannae let go… I cannae imagine how he ever could've luved a pathetic man like you.”
That, Demoman finds out, was taking the taunting too far. Next he knows a fist collides with his jaw, smashing his teeth together with a thunderous crack. He soon finds himself pressed face first into the dirt that covers the soldier’s floor, head spinning and ears ringing from the blow he just took.
There is a weighted pause as the other man shuffles around behind Demo. Soldier is breathing hard, unsteady lungfuls of air. The hand that’s keeping him pinned is squeezing the back of his neck painfully. The pause carries on long enough that for a moment Demoman considers if he truly fucked up.
Right as he's about to break the silence the weight of Soldier's head comes down on his back. "You… You don't know him…” He sounds defeated, broken even. “You don't know what we… what we had- " The soldier cuts himself off, unable to keep going without his voice breaking. He swallows, steeling his resolve for just a second before continuing. "You might be older and wiser than he is, more stable and put together but… You could never be what he was to me. The day the war started… The day I was betrayed… That was the last day I ever loved someone."
The words hang heavy in the air between them. Even as he tries, Demoman finds that any and all responses die on his tongue. Perhaps there's no good way to respond to such a profound admission of grief.
With a shaky sigh, Soldier sits up. "I won’t discuss this any further. This is your last chance, maggot. Either you want this or you get out of my room."
Despite the underlying threat, Demo can’t help but chuckle. "Oh so ye do still want to shag me after all that? I thought ye were about to start bawlin' yer eyes out just a moment ago."
He turns just in time to see the annoyed grimace that crosses the soldier’s face. "Do not test your luck, maggot. I'll make sure your sorry ass regrets ever coming here in the first place… I wasn’t going to either, but you clearly want it… So I’ll consider it repayment for all the times I beat you up, and accept it as payment for how god damn annoying you are.”
"Heh. It would be me sorry arse, would it?” Demo waggles his eyebrows at the soldier, who looks increasingly annoyed by the second. Before the other man can have an aneurysm, Demo reaches back to grab his own ass, displaying the merchandise. “Well go ahead then why don't ye? Ye clearly need something to take the edge off, so I'll do ye a favour. Gonna be real nice to ye. Demoman’s honour."
The soldier rolls his eyes at that but hums noncommittally. Instead of answering he grabs the back of Demoman’s neck again and pushes his face back onto the floor. The unmistakable sounds of a belt being unbuckled and pants dropping to the ground follows shortly.
When Soldier leans in again he presses his erection against Demo's clothed ass. An excited gasp escapes the demoman despite his best effort to remain stoic. Although their whole disagreement had done a number on his arousal, Demo can still tell that the man behind him is thick. He'd gotten the impression from the quick glances he could get away with in the showers, but he never would've expected this. No wonder he’d seen the RED Demoman limping around. And now, it was finally his turn. Daring to press back against Soldier, Demo goads him to start rutting against him.
As he's enjoying the sweet friction against his bum he almost misses when Soldier starts breathing heavier. Almost. “Hey now! Don’t go blowin’ yer load before ye’ve made it to the main event-” Demo struggles briefly as he tries to push the man off him, but the soldier catches his wrist.
“Watch it Scotty. You’re gagging for my cock a little too much for someone just doing a favour.” Soldier’s voice is rough as he growls into Demo’s ear. “Keep your hands above your head or I’ll have to assume you’ve always been the whore out of the two of you.”
The soldier releases his grip on Demo's wrist, and although it hurts his pride, Demoman dutifully returns it to the ground above his head. Red, hot shame shivers through Demo’s body as the soldier keeps grinding against him. While yes, the soldier had been perceptive enough to see through his facade. He never would’ve expected him to taunt him for it… or how such taunting could make him feel this aroused.
As Demo tries to recover some of his shattered dignity, Soldier starts clawing at the fabric covering his ass. He curses when no amount of nails or digging lets him get a good grip. Sensing the rising frustration, Demo is about to offer to take his clothes off but doesn’t get the chance as Soldier figures it out. Sinking his teeth into the fabric, the soldier rips a hole big enough to get a finger through. A forceful jerk of the hand later and a giant hole is torn open to reveal Demoman’s stickybomb underwear. Had he known he'd have a down-stairs visitor he'd have worn something more mature, but he doesn't get to ponder that particular mistake for long.
Soldier is unperturbed by his choice of boxers. Yanking the offending garment down unceremoniously, the soldier proceeds to inspect him like a piece of meat. The cold air on his ass and balls makes for a stark contrast to the warm and rough hand groping him. The increasingly shameful heat that's boiling at his core is making it hard to focus. He’s so close to getting what he wants that it’s making him dizzy.
Soldier doesn’t waste too much time, spreading the demoman wide open before diving in. The soldier’s tongue has him panting and clutching the back of his own head just to keep sane. Just as he's well and truly getting lost in the sensation, that wonderfully practised tongue is removed. A whine escapes his throat unbidden. In a normal situation Demo might've said something snarky at this point to cover the embarrassing sound but all the words his brain used to know are scrambled beyond recognition. He can’t even figure out how to ask Soldier why he’s suddenly being dragged across the dirty ground by his arms or why Soldier is rummaging through one of his doom piles.
When Soldier straddles him again, he orders him to raise his ass up for him. Despite feeling slightly unstable, Demo does as he’s told. His compliance is rewarded shortly after as two thick, lube covered fingers are shoved into him. Soldier pumps in and out a few times, spreading his fingers to open the man wide for him. Demo can tell he’s moaning like a common whore trying to earn his supper, but he can’t bring himself to care. Then without warning Soldier hooks his fingers down and suddenly Demoman is seeing stars. A strangled moan is all Demo can get out. He's so focused on the feeling and the dancing stars, that he barely notices the third finger slipping in to rub circles into his prostate.
When the fingers are withdrawn, Demo is left feeling empty and dazed. As the soldier is preparing himself, Demo feels some of his sensations coming back to his consciousness. His skin is burning where the soldier had touched him, as if the man had left his mark on him. His legs are shaking violently, and Demo honestly isn’t sure he can keep upright for much longer. It seems Soldier shares the same suspicion as he once again orders him to keep his arms where they are before grabbing Demo by the hips.
Knowing what’s to come Demo nuzzles the ground, praying that rubbing the floor would somehow ground him. That’s unfortunately not how it works, which he urgently finds out when the fat head of Soldier’s dick starts pushing into him. Despite the slow pace Soldier is going at every nerve in Demoman’s body is alight, burning him to his very core. Slowly, excruciatingly slow he’s being spread open wider than he’s ever been before.
When will it end, he asks himself.
He hopes it never ends, whispers another part of his consciousness.
When Soldier finally bottoms out and his balls bump against his rear, Demo is sure he’ll explode any moment.
“J- Soldier I mean, gimme a quick break… Please… I’m- hah-”
The soldier nods against his back, pressing some idle kisses along his spine. Then he presses his mouth against his ear and whispers. “You’re doing good, you’re doing so good.”
Being spoken to with such a soft voice followed by a cheeky nip to his earlobe becomes the last nail in the Demoman’s coffin. With a wanton moan he comes right there, the crescendo of his orgasm wracking his entire being.
Once his ears stop ringing and some of his vision has come back he hears a snicker from behind him. Turning around with what feels like the last of his energy he glares up at his teammate. “Ye bitch, ye did that on purpose.” Soldier shrugs his shoulders, a shit eating grin playing on his lips. Then before the demoman can rip into him further, he pulls out to thrust into him experimentally, again pushing himself as deep as he will go. The sheer overstimulation has the demoman scrambling to grab onto something, anything within arms reach. That being… one dirty sock and a piece of crumpled..? He doesn't want to know. Actually he doesn't want to hold it either, so he tosses it to the side.
“Save it, Scotty. You shouldn’t be saying that when you’re about to be bred like one.”
Demoman doesn’t get to recover from the shock of having such a thing said to him before the soldier lets him have it. Soldier starts a brutal pace from the get go, the force of his powerful thrusts crashing into Demo and shattering any last remnant of self respect the poor demoman once had. Pressing his nose flat against the ground, he can’t do anything to make the onslaught less overwhelming. All he can do is grip his dirty sock like a crucifix and pray that the devil that's rearranging his guts will spare his soul.
Having had the chance to build up his stamina, Soldier is still going strong by the time that Demo's addled mind eventually registers the fact that he’s hard again. How, he can’t begin to fathom. Soldier must’ve noticed the return of his arousal too, as one of the hands at his hips disappears. Shortly thereafter Soldier fishes Demo’s dick out from where it had been straining against the fabric of his work uniform. He gives the shaft a few tugs before squeezing it gently, almost caressing it. If Demo could be more putty in his hands that would’ve done it, but he’s already melted to the core.
Soldier’s thrusts grow increasingly curt as he gets closer. He's panting against Demoman's neck, pressing soft kisses along his shoulders and whispering things below his breath so sweetly even as he pounds the man with brutally deep thrusts. It all ends up being too much. A weak second orgasm shudders through Demoman, dick weeping as his pleasure leaks out of him.
Somewhere between when his sight disappears and when his hearing returns is when Soldier finally cums. Digging his fingers into the demoman’s hips, Soldier yanks him back onto his cock. The wash of cum into Demo's already overstimulated body burns painfully hot. If he'd had any energy left Demo might've tried to escape the intense feeling, but with the state he's in he just lays there and takes it.
It's a while before Soldier pulls out, but when he does he leaves Demo on the ground to recover. If it wasn’t for the fact that the ground was cold against his too hot and sensitive skin he would’ve made a snide remark about Soldier’s lack of manners. But right now? Honestly he can’t imagine being touched for a week after this. He’s done for. He’s ruined. His arsehole is ruined. He’ll never recover from this…
There's an annoying pushing at his side that demands Demoman’s attention. Annoyed by having his lamenting of his near death experience by dick interrupted, the demoman turns towards the irritant.
“What do ye want, Soldier?!”
The, now helmeted, man that is crouched beside him pulls his hand back as if he was going to bite him. “I’m checking if you’re still alive, maggot. You’ve been on the ground for 10 minutes and you haven’t moved a muscle.”
With an indignant huff Demo turns his head away from the offending soldier. “AND? Leave me be. I'm tryin’ to come to terms with the fact that I will nae be able to walk for a week after this…" Then a thought strikes him and Demo turns back to Soldier again. "How does yer demoman do this all the time?”
Soldier, bless his heart, actually has the audacity to blush for the first time since Demoman met him. He shrugs, avoiding the prone man’s prying gaze. “With enthusiasm. He’s my best soldier… Well he used to be…”
There's that sadness again… And now that Demo had gotten to slap the man round a bit and wasn't ragingly horny anymore he actually feels a little bad for his teammate. He really should try to talk to him now, no one can say whether either of them gets the chance again.
“Well that just got sad. I cannae believe ye managed to hide that yer such a homo for so long. Either way I need to tell ye-”
Soldier interrupts him then, delivering his objection with utmost certainty. “Demoman, you just got your scottish asscheeks spread by an American man. I’m pretty sure that makes you a homo too.”
Demo snorts at that. “Aye, the point hit ye in the head yet ye could nae catch it. That’s why I’m sayin’ it.” He can’t imagine the soldier meant to be funny, but the very literal man could deliver some real banger sentences from time to time.
The blank look on the soldier’s face informs Demo that the man still doesn’t get that he’s being toyed with.
With a sigh, Demo cuts his losses, waving a hand dismissively in the soldier’s direction. “Forget it. Ye seriously need to talk to Engie though, lad. I know ye have been avoiding us for a week straight, but the others are tryin' to help ye. Yer Demo… He's not doing alright. I dunnae remember the full details, but he's been really sick in the head since ye broke up."
The shock on Soldiers face clear as day. "What?"
"Ye heard me. He’s been makin’ everyone miserable just like ye have. Seems he regrets… well everything." Rubbing a hand over his beard, Demo considers saying more, but ultimately decides against it. He doesn’t know more than that after all. Maybe he should have listened harder during the meetings.
Soldier stares at him dumbfounded long enough that Demo starts questioning whether the man suffered post-nut brain damage.
“Hullo? Soldier? Did ye have a stroke?”
“No… I just don’t know what to say to that… He…" The soldier trails off, then he stands up and starts pacing around the room. A quick detour past his bedside table renders a cigar and lighter. Before the WAR started the soldier had only smoked every once in a while, usually in tandem with a whisky or two. But now he was giving their spy a run for his money, which was a hard bar to reach.
Resting his chin on his hand, Demo watches cautiously as the man flicks the lighter open and lights the cigar. Soldier takes a drag of the cigar, breath shuddering as he expels the smoke. "Why would he regret it?”
It's a simple question, but the true answer Demo cannot be sure of. “I cannae tell ye that, lad. I… I think he misses ye.”
“I… I don’t get it." The soldier starts pacing again, kicking trash and trinkets out of his path. "What he said about me… I don’t understand why he would say that and then regret it. He wouldn't miss me... his actions made that clear.”
Grasping at straws, Demoman counters with “Ye’re sure he said those things though? Ye weren’t there to hear him say it, were ye? Then ye cannae know if it’s true... Ye should ask him.”
The soldier stops dead in his tracks. Smoke drifts undisturbed from the cigar as the man holds his breath. Demo doesn't realise that he's doing the same until the soldier exhales again. Soldier doesn’t say anything, but the conflicted expression he’s wearing speaks of both doubt and an inkling of hope.
Not wanting to further push his luck, the demoman concedes “Maybe ye should sleep on this for tonight? Nothin’ will have changed by the morning. Ye can talk to Engie when ye’ve thought through what it is that ye want.”
Soldier nods solemnly, then lets out a sigh. “I’ll think about it…”
Patting the soldier’s calf approvingly, Demo smiles up at the man who stands above him. “There ye go. That’s a good soldier. Well, since ye’ll need all yer braincells thinkin’ this through, I’ll be leavin’ ye to it.” Demo makes a valiant attempt at getting his legs under him, but try as he might he cannot make them cooperate. Not with him or each other. His legs, it would seem, have clocked out for the night.
It takes a solid few seconds of silent struggling before the soldier notices his dilemma.
“You cannot get up.”
“Aye, what gave ye that impression?” Demoman asks sardonically.
The rhetorical question flies straight over the soldiers head. “You said you were leaving but you’re still laying down.”
That earns him a very exaggerated sigh from the floor-bound man. “Good job, Soldier. Yer such a smart man! Now help me back to me room unless ye want me to sleep here. I’ll make sure to snore extra loud to keep ye up all night.”
It was the soldier’s turn to snort this time. He wanders off to his nightstand again, putting out what's left of his cigar on the ashtray. “You drive a hard bargain… Fine. I’ll take you back to your room.”
With that Soldier unceremoniously scoops Demo up from the floor into a bridal carry and starts heading for the door. Demoman quickly realises his demand to go to his room was a mistake. The first hint comes to him when he feels the cum shift inside him, threatening to start leaking out. The second hint hits him when he weakly reaches down to stop the aforementioned incident from happening.
His whole ass and family jewels are exposed, ready to be displayed to the world beyond the soldier’s room.
He's about to demand for Soldier to stop when the man kicks the door to his own room open with a loud crack. Unperturbed by the fact that he just broke his door, the soldier marches out into the hallway none the wiser of the demoman’s problem. Despite the mortification of potentially being seen in such a state the trip is uneventful, hallways empty as the day they got there. The door to Demoman’s room is thankfully unlocked too, letting the two enter without further destruction of company property.
Once inside, Soldier places Demoman gently on his side in the bed. “This okay?”
Without hesitation Demo answers "No. Go and get me some towels. Yer kids are leaking out of me and I dunnae want me bed to get sticky." With his free hand he motions towards the one stopping the accident waiting to happen.
“Oh… Okay.” Is all the answer he gets to that before the other man turns on the spot to march back out of the room.
While waiting for the towels, Demo notices that Engineer had placed his hat on the bedside table. Beside it he finds a sticky note with “We need to talk tomorrow.” written on it in the engineer's precise handwriting.
Crap.
Demo can’t imagine the engineer is mad at him… But he also can’t imagine himself being caught alive talking about what happened tonight with anyone, much less his other teammates. If they knew how he… No he won’t even consider it. The mortification would swallow him alive.
Soldier comes back then, providing an appreciated distraction from his own thoughts.
“I have returned with the towels.” Soldier announces, holding them up as proof.
“Great. Hand them here then-” Demo reaches his free hand out to take the towels, but before he can grab them the soldier yanks them away.
“No.”
“What do ye mean no?! Hand them over-” The demoman tries to get closer to the soldier to liberate the towels but instead he gets flipped onto his stomach for his trouble.
“Keep your filthy paws away, maggot. I will clean you now.”
“What? I can do it meself!”
“I don’t care. Lay still and let me take care of it.”
Not having the energy to argue further, Demoman lets himself be wiped down. Despite the sour expression he’s putting on to show his displeasure at being so rudely overruled, Demoman isn’t that mad about it. The attention is nice after all, makes him feel cared for in a way he hasn’t felt in a long while. Soldier even goes so far as to get him out of his dirty clothes and putting them in the hamper. Something tells him that the RED demoman must've had something to do with this degree of cleanliness, considering the dump the Soldier prefers to live in. Maybe the RED bastard isn’t so bad after all.
When Soldier is finally finished, Demo finds it hard to keep his eyes open. Thankfully Soldier proves himself gentlemanly enough to tuck him in, the demoman likely would've slept without a blanket otherwise. He watches the soldier as he silently creeps out of the room and shuts the door behind him. He knows what he got today was limited time with his soldier, but he doesn't regret it one bit. Now that he’s gotten it out of his system he thinks he can start to get over him. Or at least that’s what he tells himself as he passes out.
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The next morning he’s awakened by someone knocking on his door.
“Go awae! I’m sleepin’ in here…” He hopes that the cranky tone of his voice will send the message that he’s not to be disturbed.
The person at the door isn’t deterred however.
“Demoman? It’s Engineer, may I come in?” Comes the dreaded question.
“Ach- No. It’s too early fer this!”
“Now listen here mister. You might’ve just woken up, but it’s lunchtime already.”
“I dunnae care what the time is! Leave me alone.”
There’s a short pause before Engie answers. “You have five seconds, then I’m opening this door.”
“No! Stay out there! I’m naked and I’m blind and I cannae see-”
The sound of the door opening has Demoman throwing a bleary eyed look over his shoulder. The look he gets from the man outside the door tells Demo that Engineer is unimpressed by his childish behaviour. “You’re a liar.”
“Ye say that but… what if I had been?” Demo raises an eyebrow, now curious what the engineer would answer.
Engineer sighs and shakes his head in disbelief. “You do know I have seen you naked in the showers before, right? Either way, I will make this relatively quick.” The engineer steps into the room, shutting the door behind him. “First I’d like to say that what you did yesterday was foolish, dangerous even. Sure, you’re an adult and you can make your own decisions, but the rest of us would have to deal with the fallout too. Please remember that next time.” Engineer pauses then to remove his hardhat, running a hand through his short hair. “Secondly, I’d like to say… Great work. I’ll admit I didn't trust you yesterday, but… Both the team and I want to thank you for what you did.”
“What?” Demo looks up at the man, not comprehending how the scolding had turned so suddenly into praise. He tries to roll onto his back and sit up but immediately regrets it when pain reminds him of what he did, or rather who did him, last night.
Engineer must've noticed his discomfort because he clears his throat awkwardly. "Ahem… Well Soldier came and talked to me this morning after you… had a word with him. He's agreed to meet up with the RED Demoman now. We'll finally have some peace around here and things can go back to normal."
Demoman blinks once then concedes "Well that's good…" Suddenly not so keen on eye contact, Demoman turns his head away from his teammate. A knot of disappointment weighs heavy deep in his core, but he ignores it. It's stupid anyway, it was just one night. The best one he's had, sure, but he has no claim on him… He doesn't care. He probably just needs to sleep it off.
Perhaps sensing his mixed feelings about the whole ordeal, Engineer cautiously approaches the bed, reaching down to rub the demoman’s back gently. Something about the soothing gesture breaks whatever walls he has left and the BLU Demoman is left weeping quietly into his pillow. Thankfully Engineer doesn't comment on it, silently waiting for the demoman to compose himself.
It's first when Demo's managed to reel himself in again that Engineer breaks the silence. "How about I bring you some food, hm? Would you like that?"
Demo finds himself nodding into his pillow. If he doesn't have to leave his room for several days he wouldn't.
"Alright, I'll be right back with it then. Oh and one more thing. Soldier asked me to give you this note." Engineer gives him the piece of paper before disappearing out the door.
It's a quickly scribbled note that simply reads: “Thanks :)” And if that brought another wave of tears upon him, then that knowledge would be between him and God.