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Everyone was deadly silent, focused looks surrounding him. Not even the motor made much noise, although Thermite and Ash were conversing quietly at the front, hushed and indistinct whispers all that reached out to the rest of the team.
Kapkan bounced his leg, going over the basics of their mission for the third time since he got into the transport. Someone was expecting a truck of Nighthaven weapons and gear. They had to stop the exchange from happening, as well as finding who was receiving QCR’s stuff. Seemed easy on paper, but Kapkan knew how quickly easy operations could turn into something complicated.
Still, it felt good to be back in the field, doing more than just training, or watching Rainbow splinter and break over a betrayal that everyone except Harry saw coming. He was a patient man, but even he had limits on how long he could sit and watch without doing anything. The fact that his squad was the last one to be deployed into action chafed, although he knew why. Redhammer was the heavy hitting team, but first they needed an objective to hammer down. Running around without intel nor a clear objective was never a good idea.
“Nervous?” Tachanka whispered with a pointed look at his knee. They were pressed side to side, so Kapkan’s bouncing kept jostling him too.
“You should know me better than that,” Kapkan retorted in Russian, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t nervous. He just disliked the lack of intel they had.
All Ghosteyes managed to find was the information of what kind of cargo was being relocated and where it was going. Aside from that, they had no idea who they truly were up against. Could be a rival mercenary group trying to screw over Nighthaven and they were just caught in the crossfire of that idiocy, or could be something more worrisome - like a prelude to a new Bartlett-like situation.
“If you keep thinking so hard, you’ll get wrinkles,” Tachanka said, and despite him wearing his balaclava Kapkan could tell the bastard was smirking.
“Is that why you look smoother than you should be at your age? And here I thought you were using your wife’s creams,” Kapkan deadpanned.
As if their hushed whispers in Russian hadn’t disturbed the quiet atmosphere enough, Tachanka’s booming laugh surely made them the center of attention. “Ex-wife. But she never complained about me getting my face wet with her cream . Do you want me to show you how it's done, princess?"
Kapkan grumbled at him to fuck off, glad for the scarf and grease paint that covered his face. He'd known Tachanka for years, he should be used to his crude innuendo and playful flirting. It was just how he was, and Kapkan's usual reaction was to roll his eyes and sass him back. Except somewhere along the line the flirting got more personal, harder to dismiss as the typical comrade banter, and it was fucking with his head. Kapkan wouldn't be surprised if Tachanka was doing it on purpose to try making him flustered, as he seemed to love teasing and laughing at the hunter. In hindsight, Kapkan had never been so grateful that none of their non-soviet teammates knew a single word in Russian. Otherwise people would think it was fine to talk to him like that, and Kapkan would need to put an end to it with a few not-so-friendly sparring sessions.
They lapsed back into silence, and Kapkan resumed his leg bouncing - if only to annoy Tachanka. Eventually, he slapped his hand on the hunter’s knee, probably in an attempt to keep it down. Although he didn't take his hand away once Kapkan stopped.
A few minutes later, the vehicle stopped. They were in front of a lone warehouse and something about it rubbed Kapkan the wrong way. This place was too obvious, it practically screamed shady business inside . However, it was also true that most people lacked imagination and went for the most obvious plans and ideas, so perhaps he was just being paranoid. The vehicle stopped, and Kapkan immediately perked up, ready to hunt. This was it.
"Alright, you all know the plan," Thermite addressed the team. “Ash, you’ll take Gridlock and Buck and wait for the truck with the new shipment of weapons to come. Take the truck out of the equation and secure the ordinance.” Stopping that delivery was the main goal. They couldn’t let that shipment of weapons and gear fall into the wrong hands, be it here or somewhere else. “Tachanka, Kapkan and Thorn, you’re with me. Sledge and Oryx, you two will bust the main door when I give the signal. Amaru and Fuze, you two secure the upper floor.”
With that, everyone was on the move. Gridlock started deploying her trax stingers over the road, while Kapkan followed Thermite and the rest of his group, moving silently towards the building. They took a moment to drone, counting about fifteen mercenaries inside the warehouse. All of them wore Nighthaven armor, similar to the suit Kali used to brag about being a one of a kind prototype. Seems it was not so unique after all. The only difference was the helmet. These guys wore some sort of black masks to conceal their faces.
" Ash, sitrep on the road, " Thermite asked.
" Everything's clear. "
Waiting was everyone's least favourite part, but it was important that the attack was coordinated. If the truck saw something amiss, they could turn around before being in range. So they would wait for Ash to say the cargo was in position. Luckily, whoever these guys were, they were punctual. Their intel said midnight delivery, and five minutes before the clock struck twelve, Ash gave them the all clear to proceed with the other part of the plan.
At Thermite’s signal, everyone readied up for the assault. The exothermic charge started to cut through the metal, and Amaru and Fuze rappelled up to the second floor. The sound of the windows breaking upon their entrance was masked by the explosion that blasted the wall away. Thermite went in first, closely followed by Tachanka, Kapkan and Thorn.
The shock of their surprise attack didn’t last for long, and the hostiles started shooting as soon as Redhammer did. Despite their armor, they were not impervious to bullets. Especially headshots. Kapkan stuck next to Tachanka, taking down whoever his comrade missed with his LMG. Sledge and Oryx burst through the main doors, and the team fanned out in pairs to cover more terrain. Despite their cutting edge weapons and armor, some of the mercs ran away, deeper into the warehouse. Kapkan and Tachanka chased them, shooting. When they caught up to them, their targets were all huddled around a huge crate, fiddling with something inside it.
Before any of them could open fire, a metal monstrosity emerged from the crate, pushing everything out of its way. It was a robot of some sort, although Kapkan would describe it as a glorified auto turret with legs. And it was aiming its head at them.
In a split second, Kapkan shoved Tachanka out of the way before diving behind another pile of crates. A rain of bullets hit the spot where they had been just mere seconds ago. The deafening noise of shooting high caliber rounds didn’t stop, in fact it soon mixed with screams of pain and surprise, then the thud of bodies hitting the floor very close to where Kapkan and Tachanka were hiding. Clearly that thing had no concept of friend and foe, everyone that breathed was a target.
Tachanka fidgeted, trying to peek out of cover, but Kapkan harshly yanked him down, heart hammering in his chest as they waited. There was a burning pain in his thigh, but all the hunter could think about was that he had no idea how they were going to deal with a rampaging robot in such close quarters. This was a predator unlike any he ever faced, he could not predict how this thing would act. The mechanical whirring right on the other side of their pile of crates was unnerving, and it didn’t help one bit to clear his mind and think of a plan.
Eventually, after a small eternity, the sound became fainter as it went away. Although there was no time to feel relief, everyone else was now in danger.
" Thermite, there's a killer robot on the loose, " he informed through the comms, sucking a pained breath when Tachanka, for some reason, touched his left thigh. Kapkan distractedly pushed his hand away, too focused on the conversation to pay attention. " It fires at anything that moves. "
" A what?! Fucking Nighthaven, man, " Thermite sighed, and Kapkan understood the feeling very well. " Okay everyone, if you see the robot, do not engage. "
Fuze chimed in, but Kapkan didn't hear what he said because Tachanka was once again putting pressure on the hunter's leg, making him hiss in pain. At last, he looked to see what he was doing, and saw his trouser leg was getting drenched in blood. The pressure he felt turned out to be Tachanka trying to apply a makeshift tourniquet to slow down the bleeding. As much as Kapkan wanted to insist he could do that himself, in truth it worked better if someone else did it. More so because Tachanka was strong enough to tighten the belt until it felt like it would saw off his thigh. It was uncomfortable and slightly painful, but it was better than bleeding freely.
Right then, Thermite’s voice cut through the background noise. From the comms, he could hear several voices arguing. “ Enough! We’re all getting out of the building, unseen. We contain the robot inside. And then Fuze can blow it up with his cluster charges .”
That sounded like a good plan to him. The path seemed clear, since the robot already mowed down anything that moved earlier on, so it was just a matter of ducking from cover to cover and evading it. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to be around them, since Kapkan was limping after Tachanka and didn’t know how fast he’d be able to move if the robot suddenly showed up and they had to run.They were almost halfway to the nearest exit when Thermite addressed the team again.
“ Thorn and I are pinned down in the middle. This thing isn’t moving and we can’t get out of cover without being seen. ”
Several voices cut in, saying they were going to help, to act as a distraction to allow Thermite and Thorn to escape. Amongst them, there was also Tachanka. The idea sat ill on Kapkan, like he swallowed something sour and that also weighed like a boulder. “No.”
“What do you mean no?” Tachanka asked, surprised.
“I mean you’re not going,” Kapkan insisted. “You’re too slow. I had to push you out of the way before, remember? And now you want to play tag with it? That’s beyond stupid.”
They held each other’s stare for a moment, silent and serious. Until Tachanka grinned. “I knew you cared about me! Don’t worry, I promise I’ll come back in one piece.”
With that, he left after patting Kapkan’s shoulder, ignoring his glare and his cursing of how Tachanka was a brainless fool. Dammit, he hadn’t taken a bullet to the leg just so this idiot could get himself killed now! He could try to follow him, but realistically speaking, Kapkan knew that with his limp he’d be a liability more than any help. However, he hated the idea of doing nothing or slinking out of the building while Tach- his friends and comrades were in danger.
What could he even do, though? All he had was a weapon of dubious effectiveness against a metal enemy, a few traps, and a wounded leg… His traps! They had an explosive charge, aside from the nail shrapnel. Perhaps if he stacked enough of those, it could affect the metal casing of the robot. Maybe enough to damage it significantly, if he was lucky. The only problem was to find a place to mount the EDDs.
He frantically surveyed the area, until he saw an empty shelf lining the wall. That would do. It was better than nothing, and in such an open space it was impossible to find archways or doors. At least it was better than trying to fix the traps to a crate. Kapkan dragged himself to the chosen spot and started mounting the EDDs on the metal structure of the shelf. Now, if he found a way to make the robot pass through this spot, eating five explosive traps in a row should, hopefully, do something to it.
“ Can you make it come to the east side, all the way up to the wall? ” Kapkan asked to whomever was listening.
“ Only if you get out of the building first. You’re hurt, remember? ” Tachanka grunted. Ah, so now he wanted to play it safe, the fucking hypocrite.
“ I have set explosive traps, and the area is mostly empty ,” Kapkan explained, avoiding confirmation of whether he was still inside or not. “ It’s worth a shot, and it will be out of the way of the rest of the team. ”
“ Sounds good to me! ” Thermite’s voice was accompanied by the background noise of shooting, which Kapkan could also hear echoing across the warehouse. “ Just get this thing out of the way so we can all leave! ”
“ I don’t like it, it’s too- ” Tachanka’s comms cut off abruptly.
" What the fuck was that? " Thorn yelled on the open channel. " Run, run! "
Something cold and sharp constricted his chest, preventing Kapkan from talking. He opened his mouth to ask Tachanka to repeat that, but no words came out. Eventually, he managed to ask, " Sasha? What’s going on? Sasha! "
No answer. Kapkan tried again. This time it was Sledge who answered, " It's going east, lad, I hope you're out of the way! "
Indeed, it didn't take long until Kapkan heard the thumping sound of the robot coming closer and closer, until it stopped. It was just around the corner, behind a huge stack of crates, searching. It was crucial that it decided to go this way instead of turning back, and unlike any other predator, he had no idea how to lure it. He knew exposing himself would probably work, but that was out of the question. Did it detect movement or heat signatures? Kapkan wasn't sure.
In the end, he risked throwing a flare, hoping to catch its attention. It worked. The robot blitzed the flare in the air, and continued its patrol down the path Kapkan wanted, thank fuck. He held his breath and counted the steps. One. Two. Three. Four.
The first EDD went off, and then the rest one after the other. The small explosions were followed by the sound of something big crashing down. Kapkan wanted to poke his head out of cover and check the damages on the robot, to see if that odd beeping noise was coming from it. However, before he decided to move and do that, there was another explosion.
The shockwave sent him flying backwards, crashing into something hard. The air around him heated up, and something heavy hit him unexpectedly, wrenching a breathless grunt from him before his vision went dark.
When Kapkan opened his eyes again, blinking, the first thing he noticed was the pain. His leg throbbed awfully and in general his body ached like he'd been run over. The second thing he noticed was the ringing in his ears, swallowing every other noise. Kapkan sat up and looked around.
The stack of crates he used as cover was no more, all scattered around and, in some cases, dented or studded with pieces of what seemed like metal shrapnel. His uniform was singed, and that made him remember the odd wave of heat he felt before he fell to the floor. Holy shit, he survived an explosion. It probably wasn't a big explosive, because if it was something like C4 or Fuze's charges, he wouldn't be in one piece.
Kapkan got up on unsteady legs and limped closer to where the destruction was the highest. A husk of metal lay on the ground, gruesomely open like a flower in bloom. That was what remained of the robot. Whether it exploded on purpose or it had been a massive malfunction, Kapkan couldn't really tell. He wouldn't put it past Nighthaven to create a homicidal robot that shot at everything and everyone, and then exploded as a last ‘fuck you.’ He really hoped there weren't many more of those and this has been more of a failed prototype.
He came out of his musings when someone grabbed his shoulder and shook him. "... -kan! Can you hear me?"
Kapkan took a step back and turned around to look at Thermite nodding at him. It was not perfect, but he could hear now. “Yes, yes. I…”
“Where is he?! He better be in one piece or I’ll kill him.”
Still dazed, Kapkan saw Tachanka turn the corner like he was an apparition. Maybe it was because he had ditched the helmet or because he looked unharmed, but it didn’t feel completely real. Except then he pushed Thermite out of the way to grab Kapkan, one hand holding the back of his head as he looked at him.
“You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.” Tachanka nearly choked up in relief, yet all Kapkan could process at the moment was how pale his comrade looked. Was he hurt too?
“Look who’s talking,” Kapkan shot back, his own voice sounding strange to his still ringing ears. “I was sure you got yourself killed.”
“I told you I’d come back in one piece, didn’t I?” He got closer and for a moment Kapkan thought Tachanka was about to kiss him. Instead, he rested his forehead against the hunter’s, making Kapkan feel foolish for thinking about what he thought. “My radio broke. What’s your excuse for the bullshit you pulled, hmm?”
His voice was tinged with relief and fondness, and coupled with the physical touch, it was too much for Kapkan to handle. He tried to take a step back, bothered by how this public display of concern made his heartbeat speed up. However, his wounded leg failed him and he would have bucked to the ground if it wasn't for Tachanka.
"Hold on, I'll carry you."
"Over my dead body," Kapkan ground out. He needed space and he needed it right now. The idea of Tachanka hoisting him up like a sack of potatoes was as humiliating as it was intriguing, and he didn't want to think about it. "I can walk just fine if you stop crowding me."
Kapkan ignored Tachanka's disappointed eyes when he pushed him away, although it was impossible to ignore his constant presence behind him while Kapkan limped his way towards the transport. Fucking hell, he couldn't wait until this operation was officially over, it had been a complete disaster in so many ways.
* * *
Kapkan knew his injuries required medical treatment, possibly surgery. Yet he wasn't thrilled about the idea of spending days in the infirmary, with nothing to do but lie in bed. Still, the one advantage of his current situation was that he managed to skip all the post-mission debriefs and most of the paperwork.
He knew enough to say that the operation had been a waste of time at best, or a set up at worst: a few injured, the whole deal with the robot, no information about the people involved in the deal, and the truck was just full of armed mercenaries that Ash's team had to put down. The supposed shipment of weapons? Either non-existent or safely delivered somewhere else. At least they managed to confiscate the ordinance on the warehouse.
However, despite his friends and teammates visiting often to fill him in with the latest news, and to keep him company, Kapkan was bored for most of the days. Having a couple of hours when he wasn't alone staring at the ceiling wasn't nearly enough. In fact, he had too much time to think about things he didn't want to examine too closely. Like his reactions to Tachanka that day. Or when he visited him every single day, even if briefly. Not to mention the hypothetical scenarios where Kapkan dared to imagine how it would be if Tachanka were to actually -
No. That was really unwise to contemplate. So, in order to distract himself from thinking of Tachanka, the hunter soon took to testing the limits of his recovery.
He would take off his IV drip to move around for as long as he could manage, then put it back on his own. The first time he was caught, he was lectured about how the IV fluids were for his own good and he needed those. So he took to just carting the drip feed around, even if it wasn’t as stealthy as he would have liked.
At first he could only walk around the room for a bit, but as the days went on he grew bolder. Eventually, the nurses caught him wandering around the corridors, carrying a load of snacks from the vending machine. The first time they warned him with a disbelieving shake of their heads. The second time they were considerably more exasperated. The third time they called Doc. And his assessment was that, if Kapkan was well enough to pull these kinds of stunts, he was well enough to be released from the medical wing. Kapkan could have kissed him for setting him free.
The moment he walked out of the infirmary, Tachanka was there, waiting for him. Kapkan wondered if his comrade had him under watch, but on second thought Doc probably notified his team he was getting released. It made sense. And as much as Kapkan disliked admitting it, he still needed some help - at least for the stairs. However, if Tachanka made a single comment about carrying him, again, Kapkan would punch him.
_
If he thought being out of the infirmary and on the way to recovery would make Tachanka fuss over him any less, well, Kapkan clearly miscalculated.
Now he was exposed to his comrades a lot more hours, and it was both a blessing and a curse. Boredom was no longer an issue, between physical therapy and being able to spend time with people. However, Tachanka was nearly constantly by his side. That too was good and bad, depending on Kapkan’s mood.
They played cards, watched movies, discussed the finer points of old soviet weaponry, shared stories about their oldest scars and reminisced about old operations they'd been in, and argued a lot. It was quite domestic and nice, for the most part, and it was driving Kapkan insane with longing for something he didn't want to acknowledge. It also drove him to insanity how Tachanka kept offering to help him with anything and everything . The last straw was when he asked if Kapkan needed help showering.
“Did you suddenly turn into my personal nurse while I wasn’t looking?” Kapkan asked bitingly. “I swear, if I had a wife she’d surely be less on top of everything I do.”
Tachanka laughed. “Ah princess, at least I’m not the nagging type like you are!”
“I don’t nag!”
“Do you remember when I got shot in the helmet?” The question made Kapkan nod warily, to which Tachanka nodded back once, grinning. “Do you also remember how you kept constantly watching over me and deciding what I could or couldn’t do?”
“That was different,” Kapkan defended himself. “You nearly died, I was worried sick.”
“And you took a bullet for me this time.” Damn Tachanka for making some sense. “I also worry for you now, even if the biggest danger is you slipping in the shower and tearing your stitches.”
The hunter didn't know how to answer him. Tachanka did make some valid points, but still he couldn’t shake the feeling there was more to it than this. He also didn’t know how to react to Tachanka’s apparent concern for his well being, so he silently slinked into the bathroom and closed the door, after giving Tachanka a long stare to make sure he hadn’t been joking after all.
“I can manage on my own, thanks.”
Although that was true, his bad leg meant he did everything slower -from walking to undressing- in order to make sure he didn’t slip and fall. And if the thought of Tachanka's soapy hands reaching every corner of his body meant that Kapkan spent longer than usual in the shower, nobody needed to know that was the real reason for his delay. The wounded leg excuse sure came in handy.
_
Soon he started going for mild runs in the morning, until he was well enough to join his friends in theirs. Today he was with Bandit. Usually Thermite would be there too, but today all squad leaders were in a meeting to discuss what to do next.
Perhaps it was the fresh air and the euphoria of being outside doing exercise for a little while, but he felt more calm. Less burdened by the guilt of his inconvenient thoughts about certain comrade, and how he dreaded and craved in equal measure to spend time with him. So Kapkan pushed a little harder than the last day, hoping the exertion would keep his mind clear.
"Take it easy," Bandit cautioned, when he saw him quicken the pace. "If you injure yourself I'll have Tachanka out for my blood, and it hurts to admit, but I'm not sure I could take him."
"Fuck's sake, he's not my minder nor my father!"
"Your daddy, maybe?" Bandit snickered, making Kapkan stumble in surprise. He rushed to steady the hunter. "Shit, what did I just tell you?"
"It's not like that!" Kapkan rushed to explain, suddenly feeling like he put on too many layers. "We're not… There's nothing between us."
This seemed to surprise Bandit. "Why the fuck not? Don't tell me he's actually straight, I don't believe it. Is the whole princess and babygirl thing normal locker room banter in Russia or something?"
While Kapkan tried to convince himself that Tachanka only did that to rile him up, seen from the outside it painted a different picture. One that, if he was honest, was a lot more appealing.
"Or something," Kapkan replied, sighing. "I'll go back inside, don't want to push too far and then have a longer recovery."
It was a valid reason, yet in his case it was a lie. Kapkan would have tried to go on for longer, but he wanted out of this conversation and Bandit was like a hound out for blood when it came to personal stuff. The skeptical look the German gave him told Kapkan that his friend saw through his flimsy excuse. He didn't care.
The walk back to the main building was mercifully fast, without any interruptions. The dorm was empty when he arrived, which Kapkan could scarcely believe. He freshened up and then settled by the table to fiddle with a piece of wood and his trusted knife. The plan was to carve a giant snail, although so far it resembled a whale instead. He was polishing its shape when Tachanka arrived and sat down on the couch with a grunt.
"Let me guess, you lost the match," Kapkan ventured, sparing him a glance.
"So little trust in our team, princess," Tachanka laughed. "It was a hard fought victory, but we won."
Kapkan rolled his eyes without even looking at him. "You should tone it down with the nicknames. People think we're actually fucking, you know?"
"Ha, if only they were right!"
He stopped what he was doing to stare at Tachanka, convinced he'd see his comrade smirking or about to laugh in a gotcha way. But no. Tachanka looked like he wanted to devour him, and Kapkan forced himself to stay still and hold his gaze, instead of giving into the urge of crossing his legs and squirming. Their little staring contest went on forever, until Kapkan put his knife and wood chunk down, and eventually asked "What?"
"You heard me." Tachanka replied, infuriating bastard that he was.
This was madness. A bad idea no matter what. And incredibly tempting, like the promise of making a dream come true. Kapkan immediately went into defensive mode. He didn't need a relationship. Getting tangled with a teammate was asking for trouble. Whether it was because his judgement could be impaired on the field, or due to tragedy, or something as simple as heartbreak and drama, it was bound to end in misery. And while Rainbow had been lenient on fraternization in the past, he didn't know if their current situation came with new rules.
Kapkan really didn't need any of those complications in his life. Yet a part of him desperately wanted to say ‘yes’ to Tachanka. "Do I really need to explain why that's a terrible idea?"
"I'm aware," Tachanka said, still calm, like he was talking about the weather. "But any of those doom and gloom situations can still happen now, and the only difference is that we'd have been miserable for no reason."
He hated when Tachanka was right, he really did. Indeed, Kapkan was already biased in favour of him and his safety during missions; if something happened to him Kapkan would be heartbroken all the same, despite not being together. And if Tachanka started flirting with other people, he'd be put out by it all the same - even if they remained just friends. Fuck .
"Sasha, I don't…"
Tachanka got up and approached him, prompting Kapkan to trail off when he grabbed his chin to look into his eyes.
"I know what I want, and I also see the eagerness in your eyes. But,” -he let go of Kapkan and took a small step back- “I won’t pressure you. Come find me if you change your mind, hmm?”
Watching him turn around after delivering such a bomb was a shock, more so because he was right. Kapkan had spent days trying to convince himself he didn’t want exactly this, and now that it was served to him on a silver platter, he hesitated. Dammit, what was he doing? It was now or never, the hunter decided.
“Wait,” Kapkan called out just as Tachanka was about to disappear into his room. He wasn’t good at heartfelt declarations, so he instead went for cheeky, hoping Tachanka would fall into their usual teasing banter. “Are you sure you can still perform at your age?”
“I should put you over my knee for that, teach you some discipline.” Tachanka said, his voice low and full of promise. “Is that what you want?”
“Maybe another time.” Kapkan’s heart hammered wildly against his ribcage as he took a deep breath, before replying, “But I remember you offering to show me how to get my face wet with someone’s cream.”
The answering smirk he got almost made Kapkan shiver. “I thought you’d never ask, princess. Your room or mine?”
After a second of hesitation, Kapkan decided to go to Tachanka’s room. It was a little surreal to think this was actually happening, and it wasn’t until he saw Tachanka start to undress that it really sunk in. They were really doing this. He admired his partner’s shirtless chest, which he had seen before on multiple occasions yet this time it felt different. Tachanka noticed him staring and came to help Kapkan get out of his hoodie.
“Everything okay?” Tachanka asked, and Kapkan answered by kissing him. The approving hum he made went straight to Kapkan’s dick, and the realisation he wanted Tachanka to tell him how good he was came as a shock.
They continued kissing while undressing each other, mirroring each other’s movements while trying to not break contact for more than a few seconds. The sensation of Tachanka’s lips claiming his was addictive, something he didn’t know how much he needed until now. And yet, Tachanka stepped back from him, leaving Kapkan wanting more. He watched hungrily how his partner took off his underwear and then sat down on the bed, looking expectantly at him.
By instinct, Kapkan knelt between his legs. Tachanka’s cock looked heavy and big, and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. Kapkan licked his lips, staring at it. It wasn’t the first time he sucked off another guy, but those had been hurried affairs weighed down by the feeling of participating in a dirty secret. In contrast, they were doing this in broad daylight and without constantly looking over their shoulders. Nor did he have the nagging doubt of whether his comrade would throw him under the bus if they were discovered. So why was he so nervous all of a sudden?
A calloused hand gently cupped his face, thumb rubbing the jaw soothingly. “Do you know how to do this or do you want me to guide you?”
“Do you think yours is the first dick I’m faced with?” Kapkan raised his eyebrows, a little affronted by the idea that Tachanka thought he was inexperienced.
Determined to change Tachanka’s mind, he licked a strip from base to tip of Tachanka’s cock, relishing in the groan this elicited. He wrapped a hand around the base, stroking it while he teasingly lapped around the head. This brought Tachanka to full hardness in no time, and Kapkan secretly loved the sensation of how it became bigger and firmer under his touch. Wanting to impress Tachanka, he took him into his mouth, going as deep as he could. However, he went too fast and had to pull off his length, coughing and spluttering.
“Easy now.” Tachanka petted his hair. “No need to choke on it so fast.”
Kapkan took a deep breath and swallowed hard, realizing how out of practice he was. He glanced up at Tachanka, and the lust darkening his partner’s eyes was enough to settle the hunter’s nerves. It didn’t matter if he blundered or wasn’t that good at it, Tachanka still wanted him.
He gave Tachanka’s cock a few strokes, kissing along the head and shaft. When he started adding kitten licks as he trailed down and back up, Tachanka tangled his fingers on Kapkan’s short hair, not pulling yet, just holding him. It felt nice. Slowly, he took Tachanka’s cock back into his mouth, pressing his tongue against the underside of the massive erection.
“That’s it, babygirl, you’re doing so well,” Tachanka sighed. It was a little embarrassing how proud Kapkan was of pleasing his comrade. He was so hard already, and leaking just a little from how turned on he was.
Mindful of his limits, Kapkan started bobbing his head back and forth, trying to take a little more of Tachanka’s cock each time. It was messy, but Tachanka sure seemed to appreciate his enthusiasm, fingers combing through his hair and pulling just slightly whenever Kapkan used his tongue.
The hunter swallowed around Tachanka's dick, and the suction made him groan his name like it was a prayer. Kapkan liked that. He was starting to gain more confidence, taking Tachanka's cock as deep as possible without gagging, putting his old skills to good use. And then Tachanka asked him to stop. Kapkan complied, frowning at him in a worried way.
"You did so well, princess," Tachanka reassured him. "But it’s my turn to taste you."
Oh. Kapkan didn't know why that surprised him. He allowed Tachanka to guide him down on the mattress and to take off his underwear, although the teasing bastard did stop to rub the wet spot on the front with a satisfied smirk. Anticipation spiked through him when Tachanka opened his legs and knelt on the ground, like Kapkan had done before. He was aching for more contact, the way Tachanka touched his cock over the fabric already had his head spinning. This was going to be so much better.
Kapkan exhaled sharply when Tachanka grabbed his erection in a loose hold, pumping it slowly. The touch, combined with his partner’s breath hitting his inner thighs was driving him crazy. And then Tachanka brought Kapkan’s thighs over his shoulders, bracketing Tachanka’s head, and licked right between his cheeks. The sensation shocked Kapkan to his very core, a surprised noise escaping his lips.
“Everything alright?” Tachanka rumbled from between his thighs.
“I don’t know,” Kapkan answered truthfully. This was unexplored territory for him. Nobody had ever done this to him, or even hinted they might want to. When Tachanka said he wanted to taste him, this is not what Kapkan imagined. Although, he wasn’t sure yet if he liked it or not.
“Relax,” Tachanka said, giving his cock a lazy pump. “And if you want me to stop, just say so, yes?”
Kapkan nodded, unaware that Tachanka couldn’t see him do so. Fortunately, his lack of complaints and the way he made an effort to loosen up his muscles were clue enough for his partner.
Tachanka’s tongue was so hot against the sensitive skin that it almost burned, circling Kapkan’s hole softly a few times before pressing against it. Nudging and trying to slip inside. Kapkan couldn’t hold back a wanton moan. He wanted him inside, yes. He practically melted against the smooth slide of Tachanka’s tongue, lapping him in wider strokes, and the warmth of his lips kissing his entrance. He could feel his hole twitching, wanting to be filled.
“More… fucking hell Sasha, I need more,” Kapkan whined, barely recognising how high pitched and needy he sounded.
His plea made Tachanka chuckle. He felt it by the way his shoulders moved, and how his beard brushed his thighs in different spots than moments ago. The hand slowly jerking him off disappeared, but instead he felt a finger pressing against him in tandem with Tachanka’s tongue. Kapkan pushed down on it, chasing the contact, until it finally breached him.
Kapkan knew from experience that only using spit as lube was far from ideal. And yet his body eagerly yielded to the intrusion, the hunter sighing at the sensation. Tachanka started to thrust in and out of him, slowly, and still licking at his now stretched rim. When he added a second finger, Kapkan threw an arm over his face, trying to muffle his moans and shut off the world around him. All he could think of was that, if Tachanka’s fingers felt this good already, he couldn’t wait to ride his cock. And then Tachanka curled his fingers and was rubbing over a spot that sent Kapkan into a frenzy, clenching his thighs around his partner’s head and crying out in bliss.
“Fuck! Please, fuck me. I want it now .”
“Are you sure?” Tachanka stopped what he was doing and squeezed his uninjured thigh. “We don’t have to-”
“Yes, I’m fucking sure!” Kapkan growled like a man possessed.
He was slightly disappointed when Tachanka pulled away from him and went towards the desk, where his jacket was tossed. From one of the pockets, he produced a condom and a small sachet of lube. Kapkan had half a mind to ask him if he always carried that in his jacket or if he’d been prepared specifically for this, but instead he watched Tachanka get ready. Desire spread like liquid fire down his spine as Kapkan observed how he spread the lube over his erection.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tachanka came back to the bed. Without further explanations or questions, he knelt and brought Kapkan’s legs over his thighs.
"Sasha… go slow, yes?" He wanted this so much he'd beg for it, but he was also nervous. It had been a long time since-
Kapkan choked on his breath as Tachanka started to push in. He took his time until he was balls deep, a hand lovingly stroking up and down the hunter’s side, as if trying to soothe a wild animal. Tachanka's cock seemed to be even bigger inside him, Kapkan could swear he felt it everywhere with every breath he took.
After a brief moment, Tachanka pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in with a pleased sigh. Despite his slow and gentle pace, it still hurt a little. However, the discomfort was mixed with pleasure, and the more Tachanka moved, the faster the pleasure became the dominant sensation.
Kapkan closed his eyes, basking in the primal feeling of carnal satisfaction. He had to bite his own lips to avoid moaning too loud, even if this time there was no real need to keep quiet. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Tachanka observing him unguarded, the desire in his gaze bordering on adoration. He couldn't avoid moaning this time.
"Next time I’m sitting you on my lap and letting you ride my cock,” Tachanka groaned, thrusting in and out of him. “Would you like that, princess?”
Kapkan tossed back against the pillows, throat exposed as he whined in pleasure. They were going slowly, just as he requested, and yet Kapkan felt incredibly on edge already. Maybe it was all the pent up tension from the last days, or how close to cumming he’d been before already. Or maybe it was the fact that this was Tachanka who was finally fucking him, and that he was already teasing him with promises for next time.
He wrapped his legs around Tachanka’s waist to keep him in place, overcome with the need to feel him even closer if possible. With this, the angle changed, and suddenly every thrust from Tachanka had the head of his cock nailing the hunter’s prostate. Kapkan went wild, his body shaking and little wounded, needy sounds escaping his lips every time Tachanka pushed his cock back in. It drove his partner crazy to hear him like that, judging by the stutter in Tachanka’s hips and how he started going a little faster and deeper with each thrust.
“That’s it, cling to me like that,” Tachanka panted. “Need it harder, right, babygirl?”
“Please,” Kapkan mewled. He’d be embarrassed about how he sounded later, right now all he cared about was the mounting pleasure building inside him. “Just like that, yes!”
One of Tachanka’s hands dragged across Kapkan’s chest and up to his neck, resting his open palm against the skin there - not pressing or squeezing, just holding him down. Their lovemaking was far from slow and gentle now, each thrust from Tachanka’s hips making the bed rattle. It was perfect.
“Touch me, c’mon,” Kapkan urged him, tightening his legs around Tachanka’s waist. “Make me cum, please .”
The hand around his throat had been such an erotic thrill, and something that Kapkan definitely wanted to explore more. However, he couldn’t focus on that loss when Tachanka instead wrapped his big fist around his hard and leaking cock, pumping it in time with the way he was fucking into Kapkan.
“You feel amazing, princess. Are you going to cum on my cock?” Tachanka grunted, low and breathless, and Kapkan wasn’t even embarrassed by the use of that pet name anymore. He simply moaned and tried to nod. He was putty under Tachanka’s hands and would do anything he asked.
In the end, all it took were a few strokes and Kapkan was coming apart in his lover’s arms. He almost forgot how amazing it felt to orgasm while being fucked, clenching around a big cock still buried deep inside him. Kapkan had to bite his lips to not sob Tachanka’s name in ecstasy while his cum splattered across both their bellies.
He let his mind drift in the warm bliss that took hold of him, vaguely noticing how Tachanka’s movements faltered before he stilled inside him. Their breaths mingled close, as his comrade bent to press their foreheads together, and Kapkan was so boneless he didn’t mind having Tachanka’s weight pinning him down. He sighed in satisfaction. When his partner tried to move, Kapkan refused to let him go. “No, not yet.”
“Should have known you’d be a bossy one,” Tachanka said fondly, brushing his nose alongside Kapkan’s.
There were a lot of different questions lurking on the edges of Kapkan’s mind: what were they now, if this would be a problem for the team, what would they do if their dalliance was known, how would their comrades react to their new closeness; and then the work related questions, like finding who was toying with Rainbow, and what should their next step be. But for now, he pushed those aside and enjoyed the moment.
Whatever happened in the future, Kapkan knew he wanted Tachanka by his side. And he couldn’t believe his luck that Tachanka seemed to want the same. For now, the rest of the world and its worries could wait for five more minutes.