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Caustic and Elliot were in the final ring, holding down a small building in the high desert from the last squad.
"Attention—winner decided.” The voice echoed through Kings Canyon.
“What a shame; it seems the last team died in the ring.” Caustics voice is gruff and grating to Elliotts ears.
“Yeah, whatever. I'm just glad we won. I mean, I know we would, but, y'know. Uh, with how you just threw wraith to the wolves.”
A faint, high-pitched ping resonates in their earpieces, shattering the tense silence. “Congrats on the win.”
"Hey, it's, uh, it's my favorite manager person; what's up?”
“The pick-up ship has been delayed due to engine malfunction; they're expected to arrive in about 40 minutes."
“You've got to be kidding me,” the radio on the other end clicks off. "Oh, fuck me.”
Caustic hums, "Wow, I didn't know the great mirage could swear.”
“What you find it amu- musi- ames-, you find it funny I do my best to stay PG?”
“Yes. I think it's best to be honest with who you are.”
“Okay, Dr. Nox,” Elliott snaps. His eyes widen at his own comment, quickly backing up.
“Bold.” Caustic unclips his respirator, revealing a menacing smile. “It's a shame I didn't get to do any interesting experiments this match. Perhaps I'll use you instead.” Elliott backs into a crate against the wall.
“I-what, no! I hate being on your team, but I hate breathing that stupid gas more-” Caustic forcefully pulls Elliotts face in for a rough, unwelcome kiss. Elliott tries to push him off, but he's practically twice his weight.
Caustic licks and bites Elliotts lips, pulling him to sit on the waist-high crate.
"Fascinating; I hadn't expected this reaction.” He gropes Elliotts groin.
“W-what, you thought I i- I'd just let you, mmh?” Caustic undoes the tricksters belt and slips down his pants. “S-Stop it!” he beats against the larger mans chest. "Fuck, whY are you so big?” He laughs at that. His rough, dark laugh sends chills down Elliotts spine. “It's not fun- funny.”
"I didn't think you'd ever turn down an opportunity to be laughed at." His hot breath on his neck sends a shiver down Elliotts spine.
"It's not, I- I don't." Elliotts words are mumbled and breathy as Caustics hands roam down his now bare thighs. "s-stop, please stop," is all he manages to whimper as his underwear is slipped down.
Caustic leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous. "Then stop me. You're not physically restrained; you can act, Elliot." As Caustics touch becomes more demanding. Mirage paws at the mans clothed chest.
"Mhp, d- d- don't," He begs as one of Caustics fingers circles his rim.
"Again, you could stop me, Elliott; you have a knife in your rightmost bag." Caustic hums, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "You won't use it. Deep down, you desire this as much as I do, Elliott. I know because you haven't even tried to reach for your knife." Caustic remarked, a mix of amusement and disappointment in his tone.
"I-please, I don't wanta."
"Don't worry, I treat my things well." Caustic reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube.
Elliott closes his eyes as he hears the sound of the bottle opening. "Please don't. I don't want—Ah." He tenses as a cold-lubed finger presses against his hole. He squirms uncomfortably against the crate as Alexander carefully fingers him. "plEASE, s-s-s stop!" He adds a second finger, dutifully working him open.
"You're verbally telling me to stop, but your body betrays your true desires, Elliott." He emphasizes his words by taking the smaller length into his free hand.
"MHah, N-n-no. I don-" He cuts himself off with a moan as Alexander adds a third finger. The tricksters whining protests are ignored as he's scissored by the largers thick fingers.
The large man slowly pulls out his fingers, earning a whimpering moan from Elliott. "Mm, an appropriate reaction from such a pitiful toy." The smaller man snaps his head up as he hears Alexander undo his zipper. Elliotts teary eyes open wide in realization as Alexander takes out his hardening length.
"Th- that w-wont fit." Elliott squirms as Alexander lines his large cock against Elliotts entrance. "Please donaaaahhh!" He screams as he's shoved down onto the others thick cock.
"Mhm, you're so tight." He thrusts further into the shorter man. "I thought you would have had more experience."
"N-nooh" is all Elliott can muster. "I hah, have, haven't. Pleas don-AH. " Alexander thumbs over Elliotts now bulging abdomen. He presses his thumb down, causing Elliott to moan softly, shaking his head. "Please, don't. I... I can't."
Alexanders fingers dig into Elliotts hips with bruising force as he starts to thrust into him with deliberate, impatient motions. Alexander leans close to Elliotts ear, whispering, "You can take it; just relax." His voice remains soft, contrasting with the increasing pace of his movements.
Elliotts legs wrap around the mans waist, desperate for stability. "Please, s-stop." Alexander ignores Elliotts pleas, continuing to thrust faster. Elliotts body tenses with each forceful thrust, his breath coming in short gasps.
"You're so cute," Alexander mumbles licking away his tears.
Elliott claws at his back, mumbling pleas to stop. "No, please don't, AH!" He can't help but moan as Alexander hits his sweet spot.
"Mh, see, you are enjoying this." Alexanders grip tightens as he leans in to whisper, "Such ah, a needy toy."
"Noo," he gasps, unable to resist arching into him as his prostate is hit again. "No, no, no, pleeease! Please, please, please, STooop!" Despite his cries, his body is racked with pleasure, legs shaking as he cums. Alexander continues viciously fucking Elliott through his climax.
Elliott squirms as his hole is fucked; he feels sore and sick and painfully hard. "St-ah, it's, mha, it's too much." The lewd way his abdomen bulged made him feel so small, so full, so good.
"You're ah, doing excellent, Toy." His words are soft and warm against Elliotts abused skin. "I'mh so close."
"But I don, ah! 'm aha." He lolls his head back against the crate. He feels so used, so full, so "close, ahm, so close, please, aH!"
Alexander moves to grip Elliotts waist, his thrusts becoming uneven and more relentless. "Just, ugh, a little more, my beautiful toy," Alexander growls, his voice low and predatory, and just oh so sweet and filling.
"Please, please don't stahp. Please, plEASE, donaaaahhh!" Elliotts body trembles with pleasure as he reaches his peak. Feeling overwhelmed, fuzzy, and full as Alexander hilts himself and cums inside him. Elliott collapses on the crate, shuddering, his mind blank of anything but the warm and full feeling.
To Elliott it felt like he was laid there, filled to the brim, for hours; it was likely only minutes until Caustic pulled out slowly. He whimpered at the loss, then gasped at the feeling of cum dripping out of his violated hole.
Caustic chuckled darkly, cleaning himself up as he watched Elliott panting and flushed on the crate. "Such a wonderful toy." He mumbles into the others ear as he helps the smallers cum-leaking ass back into his clothes.
Another faint, high-pitched ping resonates in their earpieces. "Alright, the ship is on its way and will be down in no more than 5 minutes."
"Wonderful, thank you, Sara." He's given no reply as the radio clicks off.
He wipes away some of the cum left on Elliotts clothes before stepping away. "I will wait outside while you, tidy yourself." Caustics words are smooth and cold as he leaves the small building.
Elliott shivered, his lower half aching as he sat up. His legs shake as he stumbles to get up, painfully aware of the cooling cum leaking into his clothes down his thighs. Elliott doesn't have time to clean himself. He does his best to steady himself as he leaves the building. The hot air is like a slap in the face as he steps outside. The ship enters the atmosphere, but the noise seems like static, even as it gets louder when it lands.
Caustic steps on first, and Elliott follows after. Renee is there to greet them; Caustic sits further up, across from her. Elliott sits next to her. The ship takes off, and he feels like his insides are rearranged again.
"Elliott? Elliott, are you alright?" Renees voice is distant and fuzzy. She turns and grabs a bag just before Elliott gags. He pukes till he can't; everything hurts, and at the same time, it's all numb.
Next thing he knows, he's in the main once-over medical room. AJ does a once-over on him, asking him questions. He's not really sure if he actually replies. "I want cha ta rest up. Take a shower an' drink water, then ya gonna see me tomorrow after dinner. Ya hear?"
Her words are soft, and she sounds concerned. Elliott nods before leaving. Not seeing anyone as he heads to his room, or he doesn't think he does. Elliott locks his door, sheds his gear, then turns the shower to its hottest setting. He sits in the shower, cradling himself. He doesn't have the energy to clean himself; hell, he can't even bring himself to cry; he simply sits there, staring at his soaps.
He's not sure how long he sat there, but he got out when the water got too cold. He doesn't bother drying himself off or looking in the mirror; he just moves straight back into his room. He collapses onto his bed, damp and shivering; he covers himself with blankets and cries himself to sleep.