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While Demoman was no stranger to drinking with friends on the weekend, he would rather be in bed right around now.
Sure, he could have easily refused. The team all got back from a long mission earlier that morning, so it's not like it would have been out of the ordinary to stay at the base and unwind. His entire body ached, and he had a killer headache ever since RED returned to the base. Crawling into his own bed after being stationed in the jungle for nearly a month sounded divine right now.
Unfortunately, Scout kept pestering and pestering him to come along, which only exacerbated Demoman's headache. His decision to cave in and celebrate a successful mission at a sleazy bar in Teufort was one of caving in rather than genuine desire for socialization. And unless he wanted to make the ten mile journey back to the base on foot, Demoman was basically stuck here.
He let out a low groan and rubbed at his temple. Dammit, he should have taken some painkillers before he left- the sea of voices on this busy Saturday night and the music erupting from the jukebox in the corner of the bar was grating on his senses. The rest of his teammates had long since gone off to do their own thing, leaving Demoman alone at the bar counter.
Looking over his shoulder, Demoman took note of what the others were keeping busy with. Sniper and Scout were having a darts competition, full of buzzed jeers and swears, while Pyro eagerly watched from a nearby high top table. Spy, Soldier, and Engineer were all seated at a booth, most likely going over strategies for when they all went back to fighting tomorrow. A few rows down from that, Heavy and Medic were in their own booth, sitting next to each other with Medic resting his head on Heavy's shoulder.
A sour taste came up in Demoman's mouth. Those two were practically joined at the hip, and they sure as hell weren't shy about flaunting their love for one another. Of course, Demoman didn't have a problem with either of them personally. It was just…
Demoman thought, downing the rest of his whiskey to drown out his mind.
He knew what it was like, to have someone you so intimately care about that you need to be physically close as much as possible. The gestures that mean "I've got you, and I'm here" without saying a word.
He also knew what it was like to lose that feeling. To know that your special one will never give those loving touches again, all because you messed up and gave away everything for some stupid sword. It burned in Demoman's chest worse than any of the whiskey he had consumed tonight.
"This seat taken?" Someone asked behind Demoman, breaking him out of his self-deprecating spiral.
Demoman kept his eye on his drink, and gave a vague motion to the barstool next to him. "Yeah yeah, take it," he grumbled.
"Thanks, son."
Wait, that voice...
Nausea bit at Demoman's mind due to how quickly he whipped his head to the side. Sure enough, he came face-to-face with a muscular man wearing a thin windbreaker, a wrinkled t-shirt, and jeans. That on its own wasn't out of the ordinary, but seeing the Mann Co-issued helmet obscuring the man's face made Demoman's heart both sink and leap.
"Jan- Soldier?" Demoman asked, "Wha- What are ye doin' here?"
"I'm thirsty," the BLU Soldier replied gruffly, sitting on the stool directly next to Demoman.
"Ye don't have beer at yer base?"
He couldn't see it, but Soldier definitely shot a glare at him. "I said 'I'm thirsty.' Did you need my life story?"
"No, no," Demoman said, hands raised in defense, "That's fine. Great. It's aaaall fine."
Demoman turned back to his drink as Soldier ordered one of his own, mouth dry. Well, at least Soldier was just as crabby and straightforward as he remembered him to be.
Truth be told, he hasn't really changed at all since the last time they truly saw each other. Sure, they would pass by on the battlefield and occasionally butted heads, but those interactions were impersonal, short-lived, and quickly followed by one or both of them being dead. But none of those times counted.
Why here? Why now? Of all the people to see at this crummy bar that made his head hurt, Demoman would have had tea with the monarchy of England instead of seeing his ex. They couldn't cause a scene, unless Demoman wanted to get his team banned from yet another bar in this town, so Demoman had to try the diplomatic approach.
"Heard your crappy team got back from an assignment today," Soldier commented to break the silence, followed by a hearty chugging of his recently acquired beer.
"Uh, yeah," Demoman responded, still avoiding eye contact, "Got shipped out to bloody nowhere South America."
"Uh-huh."
"What about you? I heard yer team also got some work tae keep ye busy."
Soldier gripped the bottle a little tighter. "That is classified information."
"Hey now, yer the one who started the conversation!" Demoman snapped, now looking at Soldier. Stubborn and aggressive as always, that man. Unfortunately for him, Demoman was not in the mood for this tonight.
Soldier fell silent for a moment, took a deep exhale out of his nose, then drank more of his beer without another word. Now this took Demoman aback. Talking back to Soldier was typically an easy way to get screamed into next week, but now he almost looked… sorry?
Demoman sighed. "Anyone else from BLU here?"
"Negatory. I came here by myself."
"Ah, so yer uh… lookin' fer a date?"
Soldier's jaw shifted for a moment, and he turned his gaze forward. "No."
Demoman couldn't help but blink in confusion. This was
out of character for the hardened military man. Soldier was the type to prefer spending his nights drawing up battle plans and polishing his weapons. He was no stranger to alcohol, but he would only go outside the base for booze if his teammates were going- he never even went with Demoman when they were dating.
He hoped Soldier told him that to placate him. This was the first time they had actually met with each other in over a year, right before their fighting began. It was as clear in his mind as ever: Demoman was going to go visit his mother during furlough, so they spent the night before at a motel, thoroughly fucking each other's brains out. It was rough, but also as intimate and tender as one could get.
Demoman remembers telling Soldier that he'll see him after the furlough as he got dressed in the morning. Soldier, dazed from the ravenous night they had before, said that he loved him. And Demoman loved him too. Maybe he still loved him, but those feelings were swiftly shoved down into his subconscious. Too many emotions he didn't want to deal with.
But seeing Soldier here, just as handsome as the last day they spent together, made all those confusing emotions bubble up like bile. Demoman took a deep breath to compose himself.
"So what are ye here for?" he finally asked, "I know yer not just here for the overpriced booze."
Soldier gave the question a moment of deep thought. The crowd and music around them faded into the background to where they may as well be the only two people in the world now. Demoman wanted to hold Soldier's hand and let him know that he can take the time he needs to form his words. But the time for that was long gone.
"I wanted… to see you," Soldier confessed, hanging his head low.
"Ye wanted to… see me?" Demoman asked, a bit flabbergasted, "But how'd ye even know I'd be here?"
Soldier shrugged. "I didn't."
"Huh?"
"I did not know you would be here tonight. I guess I just got lucky."
Demoman furrowed his brows. "I'm not following."
Soldier drank the rest of his beer in one motion, coughing at the harsh liquid getting forced down his throat. He turned in his seat to physically face Demoman, who couldn't help but feel his mouth run dry again. The helmet made it hard to tell if Soldier was making eye contact or not. Demoman wasn't sure which possibility was worse.
"Since we stopped… talking," Soldier confessed, "I have occasionally gone to bars. I had hoped one day that I'd run into you, without the teams, or the security cameras, or the war getting in the way."
Demoman opened his mouth to respond, but quickly shut it, needing a second to process all of this new information.
All this time, he assumed that Soldier wanted nothing to do with him, that what they had was tarnished for good. While their rivalry had calmed down a bit in the past several months, the pain kept lingering whenever he saw Soldier on the battlefield. Soldier certainly hadn't made it clear that he wanted to speak again.
"Why?" was all that Demoman could muster to say. He stared back into his now empty glass, bracing for the response.
"When we began fighting," Soldier began, visibly stiff, "I was furious with you. I saw the tape. Where you called me a civ… civilian. I wanted to beat you into a bloody pulp whenever I saw you because I thought that everything we did together meant nothing."
"Cannae say I blame ye."
"But the more we fought, the more I realized… I missed you. I wanted to be touched by you again, and hear your stupid little stories, and see your stupid smile. I have been alone most of my life, but not… not like this. So I thought that if I saw you one last time, we could… we could…"
"Could what?"
"I don't know, son."
They both sat at the bar for the while in heavy silence. Demoman would have to be the worst kind of liar to not admit that he also missed Soldier dearly. And learning that Soldier was looking for him all this time, it just filled him with a malicious brand of guilt.
"Ya know, lad," Demoman said, looking back at Soldier, "It's not true."
"What?" Soldier replied, returning the gaze. Demoman could just barely see one of his sharp blue eyes from under his helmet.
"I never called ye a 'civillian' or made any tape. I dunno what that witch told you, but it's not true."
Soldier's eyes widened under his helmet. "H-Huh? But… but then why did you get angry at me?"
"I, uh," Demoman began, feeling so ashamed that he was ready to throw up at any second, "I was told ye already agreed tae kill me. And they uh…" He trailed off as he muttered something under his breath.
"What was that last part? What did they do?" Soldier almost reached out to put a hand on Demoman's bicep, but quickly retracted. Knowing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Demoman took the deepest inhale of his life.
"They offered me some… enticing weapons in return," Demoman admitted. God, he wished he could curl up and shrivel away right now.
"I see," Soldier said, growing quiet again.
Both men were only just now coming to similar conclusions that this whole rivalry was a set-up by the higher-ups, and that they were angry at each other for nothing. The looming presence of the Administrator had loosened considerably over the past year, so why was Demoman so afraid of this meeting? It made him feel even worse than he did before. He was ready to call over the bartender for another couple shots to drown out the emotions, but Soldier had placed his hand upon Demoman's own.
"I am glad you never called me that," Soldier said, now looking Demoman directly in the eye, "And I'm glad you're not mad at me. They also gave me weapons. Really, really nice weapons."
"Guess we're both easy to please then, aye?" Demoman replied, chuckling weakly.
They stared at each other for a moment, then burst out into a fit of laughter. Despite the pain of the whole situation, in a morbid sense, it was still hilarious that they were both won over with such petty bribes. It felt good to laugh alongside Soldier again. It felt good.
With Soldier's arm now on his shoulder, they laughed and laughed until neither of them could breathe. Some of the nearby bar patrons gave them weird looks, but none of that mattered. By now Demoman's headache was gone, and for this brief moment, he was back in time before everything went wrong.
He missed this.
As the laughter died down, Demoman wiped the tears out of his eye, with Soldier doing the same from underneath his helmet. Seeing Soldier's wide grin made Demoman feel all warm and fuzzy inside, nourishing a part of him that had been desperately lonely for months. He let Soldier lean in a bit closer, and snaked an arm around his companion's neck.
"Good to have you back, Tavish," Soldier said.
"Aye, same to ye… Jane," Demoman agreed, feeling invincible with the amount of euphoria that came with being allowed to call Soldier by his name.
"I'm taking it you have not colluded with anyone else on BLU since we've been apart."
"Huh? No, no, I couldn't."
"Or anyone on RED?" Soldier gave a quick glance over his shoulder, briefly noticing the RED Heavy and Medic flirting with each other in their booth.
"Nope. Cannae say I intentionally saved myself for ye, but I wasn't exactly lookin' for another shag anytime soon. Too much headache."
"Good," Soldier said, voice suddenly getting husky.
Demoman's lungs stopped working for a moment as a strong hand land on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. He could feel his face getting warm, and if it wasn't for the melanin, he'd probably be bright red in a matter of seconds. With a quick look around them, at least no one had been looking at them since their laughing fit stopped.
"Ah… Jane?" Demoman asked, Adam's apple bobbing with uncertainty.
"I've missed this part most of all," Soldier said directly into his ear.
Demoman could only gulp thickly and feel the blood shoot directly to his crotch as Soldier licked his chapped lips.
—
After stumbling into the janitor closet and hastily making sure no one saw them enter, Soldier was all over Demoman. Demoman let himself be shoved back into the shelves of cleaning supplies, which gave a protesting wobble at the sudden force. Their teeth cracked as their mouths pressed together with the hunger of starving men, and Demoman shoved his tongue into the other's mouth as soon as he got the chance to. The familiarity with each other's bodies certainly hadn't been lost to time.
Demoman's hands rubbed up and down Soldier's midsection as they kissed, which led them to go down further to squeeze Soldier's plump ass. Soldier momentarily pulled away from this kiss to gasp, shooting Demoman a look.
"A bit eager, private?" Soldier said breathlessly, still recovering from the makeout.
"Sorry lad, cannae help it," Demoman hummed, eye closed cheekily. He kneaded the soft flesh through Soldier's jeans, followed by a light smack, which elicited a deep groan from Soldier. "I've been missin' yer curves."
"Bastard," Soldier grumbled, leaning his head on Demoman's shoulder, "O-Only women have curves."
Demoman tisked as he continued fondling Soldier. "I dunno, yer arse feels right shapely to me. Think I dinnae see ye flaunting it on the field, jumpin' high over me to tease me. Naughty little slag."
The words went straight through Soldier, causing him to moan more into Demoman's shoulder as he shuddered with pleasure. He decided to keep himself occupied by planting hickeys on Demoman's neck, arms wrapped around his chest. Anything to hold in those embarrassing noises.
It was all part of the game, of course; Demoman knew well and good that despite the loose protests, Soldier loved nothing more than to be lightly degraded (as long as praise was mixed in). To think that the serious and dangerous man of the battlefield was a complete whore in the sheets. Demoman felt lucky to know this side of him.
"Ye been touchin' yerself over me?" Demoman whispered into Soldier's ear, "Just couldn't forget how good I made ye feel then? Did ye stick things inside of herself, or just hump the pillow like a desperate schoolgirl?"
"Yu- Yeah," Soldier admitted, burying his face in Demoman's broad shoulder, "A little."
Demoman tisked, moving one of his hands around to Soldier's front end. Even through the thick material of his jeans, Soldier's rock hard was undeniable. Soldier moaned loudly at the sound change in contact, needly bucking into Demoman's hand.
"Aye, you've been cravin' this," Demoman teased, giving the organ a light squeeze, "Barely two minutes in and yer beggin' fer it."
Of course, Demoman had only dreamed of this moment for just as long. After the heartbreak of losing someone so wonderful, Demoman couldn't bear to try dating again. Many nights were spent with his dick in his hand trying vainly to remember what it was like to be with another person.
"Wait," Soldier interjected breathlessly.
Demoman immediately froze at the command, taking his hands off of Soldier. Soldier pulled his head away, the part of his face that was visible from the helmet flushed and red. He then surprised Demoman by swiftly dropping to a kneel before the other man, and wasted no time fiddling with Demoman's belt.
"O-Oh, so we're doing it like this?" Demoman inquired. By now he couldn't hide the giddiness in his voice even if he wanted to.
"Words can't describe how long I've wanted this," Soldier gruffed as he undid the belt buckle, "Wanted you."
The back of Demoman's head hit the shelf and he groaned as his slacks were shucked down a bit. "Ditto."
As quickly as his pants were pushed down, so were Demoman's tartan-patterned boxers. Demoman cursed as his painfully hard cock was freed from its confines, mere inches from Soldier's face. The warm breath that tickled the head of his cock brought back a flood of familiar feelings. If he had died right then and there, he would at least die as the happiest man on Earth.
Soldier wasted no time taking the first few inches of Demoman's length in his greedy mouth, no lewd sounds held back. Demoman had to harshly clamp one hand to his mouth to keep himself from outright screaming at the pleasure enveloping him. Had he been a younger man, he may have just come at the initial motion.
Soldier made an approving sound as he released the organ, only to return by licking a long, drawn-out strip on the underside with the flat of his tongue. He gave the length a few pumps with his hand as he then focused on the engorged head, teasing the slit. While Demoman couldn't see the action very well on account of the dim closet ceiling light and Soldier's helmet obscuring his face, it sure as hell felt amazing. He planted a hand on Soldier's helmet, wishing there was something he could grip instead of the cold metal he received.
"Oh gods, that's it," Demoman moaned, "Keep going. Good boy."
Soldier whined from hearing his two of his favorite words again after over a year. Like an obedient dog, Soldier put Demoman's cock back in his mouth. It didn't take too many sucks for Soldier to get most of the length in his mouth- not that Demoman was complaining. He kept up a hungry pace, not bothering with any foreplay.
"Just like I, ah, remember it," Demoman sighed, closing his eye, "Forgot how good ye were at taking me. Had I brought some lube, I'd pound yer arse right here till ye can't walk tomorrow."
Soldier moaned as he kept his mouth full, but stayed on task.
"Oh, ye'd like that? Little slut, of course ye would. How'd I get so lucky to have the prime mercenary of BLU sitting on his knees and sucking me off so well?"
The degradation and praise- it was getting to be too much for Soldier. Through the dim light emitted by the singular closet light bulb, Demoman could see Soldier beginning to palm himself through the front of his pants. That wasn't going to do. Demoman guided Soldier's head off of his cock, which made Soldier whine at the loss of contact. He looked up at Demoman with confusion and a bit of an uncharacteristic pout.
"I dinnae remember saying ye could rut onto yer own hand," Demoman lightly reprimanded, "Why don't ye take that helmet off and let me look at ye."
"Y-Yes sir," Soldier nodded. With shaking hands, he took off his helmet and set it on the floor beside him. He gazed his blue eyes up at Demoman, sporting tears at the corner of his eyes from the pleasure coiled up inside of him.
"Ah, there ye are," Demoman said, running his fingers through Soldier's short hair. Soldier smiled dreamily and leaned into the tender touch, practically forgetting about the cock in front of him for a moment. "Why don't ye finish what yer doing first? I promise I'll make ye feel good after."
"Affirmative."
"Good."
Soldier got back to work right away, taking Demoman deep into his mouth and throat. Demoman carded through Soldier's hair as he made approving noises, which only invigorated his partner's ministrations. By now the euphoria of the night caught up to him, and Demoman could only give a half-coherent string of praises. He was dangerously close to cumming already, just a little more.
No doubt that Soldier was lost in the pleasure as well, judging by the eager, desperate noises he made as he bobbed his head. By now Soldier had clasped a hand onto Demoman's slight soft waist in a tight grip to keep his balance. The last sane part of Demoman's brain pondered if that would leave bruises, but only a little. If that was the price to pay for having the most gorgeous man in New Mexico deep throat him, so be it.
Demoman felt a familiar tightness reach the near tipping point in his gut. He threw his head back against the shelves and brought a hand over his mouth. Barely a word was able to escape his mouth before he came, harder than he had in the past year. He had to momentarily bite his palm to prevent himself from screaming through his orgasm.
Soldier allowed his head to be held at Demoman's pelvis, a tight grip on his short hair as he swallowed Demoman's load. What spilled from Demoman's mouth could hardly be counted as a human language by now, but just hearing his voice made Soldier moan in appreciation. When Demoman was sure the flow of cum had finally stopped, he pulled Soldier off of his now soft cock, legs trembling from the sheer force from which he came.
"That…was bloody incredible," Demoman groaned, resting his head on the shelf and staring blankly at the lightbulb above him. Right, they were still in the supply closet, and Demoman had miraculously not died from going through the best orgasm of his life.
Soldier didn't respond, head hung as his shoulders shook through labored breaths. Demoman smiled weakly, ruffling Soldier's hair.
"Oi, Janey," he said, "I think I've teased ye enough. Lemme return the favor."
"There may be some… c-complications with that," Soldier muttered, head still hung.
"Oh?" Demoman inquired, raising his brow, "And why's that?"
"I, u-uh…" Soldier trailed off as he looked up at Demoman, still on his knees. His face was still very red, a few tears having gone down his cheeks, and he was shaking like a newborn fawn. It didn't take much deduction to figure out what happened, especially when Demoman noticed the faintest wet spot at the front of Soldier's jeans. Demoman's eye widened.
"I'm sorry, sir," Soldier continued, glancing towards the floor, "I-I got excited… are you mad?"
Demoman quickly knelt down in order to give Soldier a kiss on his sweaty forehead, stroking his back the way Soldier liked. "Mad? Jane, that was bloody hot. Nothin' tae be upset over. Ye did well."
Soldier sighed blissfully as Demoman guided his head to where their lips would meet. While the sex was great- fantastic even- Demoman missed this part most of all. He felt like he was finally home.
The tender moment was short-lived, however, as the sound of the closet door opening caught both men off guard. Obscuring the light that poured in were two massive bodies, two that Demoman's blood ran cold at the sight of seeing.
"Demoman?" Heavy asked, face pulling away from Medic's eager kisses. Medic took only a second more to notice the occupants of the closet, and his pale face flushed in both embarrassment and anger. Heavy held his lover closer, still frozen in confusion. "What are you-"
"Zhis is our spot!" Medic hissed. Demoman wasn't surprised at how quickly Medic went from loving passion to pure fury at this point, although Soldier looked taken aback. Demoman shifted to stand more upright, straightening out his shirt and hastily putting his dick away.
"O-Oh, hiya doc," Demoman sputtered, "I, uh, didn't expect ya tae… be here. And the big guy."
"You don't date, vhy zhe fuck are you here?" Medic interrogated, "Who did you even…" Medic's eyes trailed down below, seeing the man kneeling before his comrade. Soldier had long since turned his head the other way, hand gripping Demoman's thigh as he was utterly humiliated at his most vulnerable.
"Is BLU soldier," Heavy said, swallowing.
"Yes, zhat's obvious!" Medic spat at Heavy, then turning back to Demoman, "Are you stupid? Zhe last time you did zhis, you got us all put under vatch for months."
"Ye ain't me mum!" Demoman shot back.
Medic gritted his teeth. "If you do not leave zhis closet in zhe next five seconds, I vill remove your small intestine and shove it up your-"
"I'll tell Engie that you two shagged on his dispenser!"
Three pairs of eyes locked into Demoman's sudden exclamation. Heavy went completely stiff, and Soldier went wide-eyed from where he sat on the floor. Medic, however, held his mouth open for a moment, closed it, then opened it again. He was ready to tear Demoman apart with his bare hands, if the rage in his face was anything to go by, when Heavy clamped a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes. Closet is your's, we leave now."
With that, Heavy briskly shut the door once again, shaking the items within the supply closet at the force. Demoman and Soldier practically held their breath for a few moments, a bit frazzled by what just happened. As soon as the coast was clear, Demoman let out a long exhale, dragging a hand down his face.
"Ohh, I'm gunnae get drugged at breakfast an' have me bones switched around," Demoman grumbled. Soldier grunted as he stood up, still a bit wobbly from his own orgasm, and leaned into Demoman's chest. Subconsciously, Demoman wrapped his arms around Soldier's waist.
"Did you actually see that?" Soldier asked, gazing up at Demoman.
"Yes, a few months ago. I was pretty sloshed, but I know what I saw. Not me favorite sight."
Soldier hummed, resting head back over Demoman's clavicle. "Well, I'd still love you if your bones got messed up."
Demoman let out a weak chuckle and pressed a kiss into Soldier's hair. Maybe they could stay in there a bit longer and sneak out the back door. Even if the wooden shelves dug into Demoman's back, the warm body in front of him was more than enough.
Yes, this was what he missed above all else.