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“I’m glad the two of you could make it.” Walter’s heart pumped as he sat on the chair closest to his lover Bloodhound who nervously shifted on the exam table. Standing over them was Ajay Che, better known as her competitor alias Lifeline, with a clipboard in her gloved hand. “We’ve been waiting for these results for about a week now huh?”
“Mhm.” Bloodhound’s voice sounded calm and collected but leading up to this week his lover had been a nervous wreck since they had both been tested. Walter’s hand covered their gloved one, this seemed to calm the hunter's nerves. “I’ll admit the suspense has been suffocating me.”
Ajay let out a small laugh as she glanced through the papers in her hand.
“Ya dont have to be so nervous Bloodhound! You two have only been tryin’ for maybe a month now right? That isn’t too long so give ya self time to breath, trust me ya hear? Now let’s get down to business. I can tell you as of now ya not pregnant but it is only month one so don’t get discouraged.”
They couldn’t hide their disappointment as their shoulders sank, but it was as the medic said it was only the first month. They couldn’t expect a miracle to come so soon! Their eyes stole a glance at Walter who also looked slightly disappointed at the news. The older man nodded his head waiting for the medic to continue as she skimmed over the documents, her facial expression changing almost immediately before she put down the clipboard. Her body turned to the hunter on the chair as she finally spoke.
“Bloodhound your charts are telling me that you might have some trouble with fertility.” Her voice became softer as she noticed the hunter's body turn rigid. “Before you start thinkin’ anything I want ya to know it’s common for people to have fertility issues, 1 in 6 couples have trouble conceivin’-”
The hunter was no longer listening as the doctor began listing statistics in a vain attempt to ease their nerves but it did nothing as they glanced down at their body. They knew they shouldn't have these thoughts but all that filled their head was how broken their body truly was. Where their skin could be seen was scarred, tissue missing and discoloration littering it, things that they couldn’t change but the disgust they felt seeing their body never went away. But Walter, oh Walter, he loved them regardless of how they looked, the older man always insisting that they were the “prettiest thing he laid eye on.” Their friend, their lover and the man they wanted to spend the rest of their life with, he made them the most important person in the world. Now here they were disappointing him.
“What can we do now?” Walter Fitzroy asked Ajay as she glanced over her clipboard. Her usually collected expression now had a hint of pity as she let out a sigh.
“I could…try to put them in for some treatments.” Bloodhound's lips pressed into a thin line as they closed their eyes. They wanted nothing more than to return home instead of listening to how much of a failure they were as the medic continued. “I’d recommend doing an IVF, it’s the most effective and sure way to have a baby without all the mess. We’d just-”
“Oh no not that…” Walter quickly interjected. “Houndy and I uh, don’t want help that way….”
Lifeline glanced over at the masked hunter as they stared blankly at the chart on the wall. Their heart sank a little at the image of a pair of arms holding a child, oh how they yearn to do that with their child. Theirs and Walters' child.
“Is there anything else you recommend?” They had finally spoken up since entering the room.
“I could…always put in an order for an OI treatment. Might be more whatcha two are lookin’ for. This form of treatment helps with fertility by releasing your eggs. I’d recommend taking the injection form, it's 5% more effective than taking it orally.” This peaked the hunters interest as they focused their gaze on the doctor, Che continuing seeing their piqued interest. “It’ll take some extra work tracking ya self for days you’re the most fertile, in combination with having to drop by for treatment but…I think it could work. Might take a month to get it imported to my clinic, so just take some time to relax while ya wait.”
Bloodhound nodded as they quietly thanked the doctor, the combat medic sending them off with a wave as Fuse held their hand tenderly. His fingers interlocked with theirs as they made their way out from the building, the older man feeling their fingers tremble between his as they gripped his hand much tighter than when they had entered. He could feel their turmoil rolling off in waves as they made their way to his ship, both of them desperate to get back home. Once they landed Bloodhound was quick to enter their shared home, Fuse following in silence as they took a spot on the worn down couch. They said nothing as the spot closest to them dipped under the older man's weight when he wraps his arms around them, his lips kissing the back of their head as their body began to shake with emotion.
“Shh there there…” Fuse’s voice was soft as he pulled the hunter closer. “No need to shed any tears over this Houndy, Che got us down for some treatments. All we gotta do is wait baby.”
Bloodhound felt a few tears slip out as they responded.
“Fitzroy we’ve been trying for a month and to now learn that I’m the problem is-” They let out a sigh as they turned their head to face him. “I don’t want to keep disappointing you, my love.”
The older man shook his head as he pressed his lips against theirs, his arms holding them closer to him as he said.
“Houndy we talked about this before, we both knew us having a kid would be tough so it ain’t just a ‘you’ problem, it takes two ya know.” His lips pulled into a small smile as the hunter nodded their head in agreement. “Even if we can’t have a kid like we wanted I’ll always have you! You’re what I want in this life Houndy, I don’t want you to feel that havin’ one is the only way for us to be complete…”
“You are correct Walter, I shouldn’t be acting this way it’s just-” They leaned backwards until they were surrounded by the familiar comforting heat of their lovers embrace. “I want my own children, someone born from my love for you, to hold and care for. For you to be a father and love our child, I want a family.”
Their voice shook as Fuse rubbed his cheek against theirs.
“I know Houndy, I know, I want that too…” The Salvonian wanted the cabin they had built from scratch to have the sound of tiny feet hitting the floor as they laid by the fireplace. “Just give it time, alright love? Next month we start treatment.”
Fuse’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he whispered the next part into Bloodhound’s ear.
“You still want to do that thing during tomorrow's match-?” The body under his arms immediately became hot as the hunter felt his lips on their neck. His fingers rubbed circles against their hips as they jumped from embarrassment. “Shit, I'm already thinkin’ of bendin’ ya over a crate. God I can already imagin’ you carryin’ my baby at the end of the match.”
He smirked as Bloodhound fumbled out a “Oh gods…”
“M-Maybe…” His finger gathered their luscious locks before twisting the red short curls as they spoke. “W-we should have one last risky encounter before the baby…”
Walter hummed happily with the roar of the dropship as he glanced over Olympus, his eye scanning for a specific isolated spot of the arena. Thank god today they were put into pairs for today's game or else it would be difficult to carry out his plans with Houndy.
“Where are you taking us, my love?” Bloodhound whispered as more squads dropped, their voice full of curiosity as eventually they were the only ones on the ship.
He didn’t answer as the ship was over the Icarus, Fuse finally dropping onto Olympus. No other squads followed them as they flew towards their destination. The familiar roar of the wind in his ears got his blood pumping as the duo’s boots made contact with the metal flooring, the hunter looking around the area confused.
“Walter…?” They shook their head as they scanned the area, nothing appearing for the tracker as they rubbed their arm.
“Hmm? This not for your likin’ pup?” He teased as the hunter’s charms on their helm jiggled as they shook their head in disagreement.
“It’s just that…Are you certain no one will come here..?” Walter had to muffle his laughter as a response to hearing the masked hunter's pants hit the floor before he got a word out. They were more excited than he was, Fuse noted, Bloodhound had always confided in him their desire to be taken during a match; the poor hunter was now somewhat embarrassed that this was actually happening to them. Not embarrassed enough to keep their pants on that's for sure as Walter threw his jacket off. He didn’t want to get it dirty during this.
“What? Afraid of giving these plants a show?!” Walter proclaimed loudly, driving his boot into one of the roots closest to him. “Houndy, love, no one has come here anymore since that little incident. Now get that sweet arse over here and give Fusey a kiss, ey?”
Bloodhound murmured something under their breath as they moved closer to the older legend, the hunter pressing their now exposed lips against Walters as his hand eagerly cupped their mound. Noises left the older man’s lips as Bloodhound's thin fingers unbuckled his pants, the jeans hitting the floor with a thud as their other hand cupped his now bare ass. They squeezed possessively over the latest tattoo he had gotten for them, a shiver of excitement shot up his back as he felt them dig their gloved fingers into the inked skin.
“Fuck you’ve fantasized about this huh pup?” The hunter nodded in agreement, Walter eagerly rewarding their honesty by slipping a finger into their snatch. “God you’re already this wet with just one finger inside ya, you thinkin’ about someone walking into us like this?”
The Salvonian didn’t need an answer as he felt Bloodhound pull him closer with a growl.
“No one else is allowed to see you like this. This view is for my eyes only.” Their visor reflected the Salvonians' flushed face as a gloved finger slid into his ass, Fuse losing his balance for a second causing the pair to fall apart onto the floor of the Icarus. He tried to push himself off to apologize for the fall but the grip the hunter had on his body signaled to him that they wanted to be taken on the cold metal floor. “Stay like this Walter, we’re more hidden between the vines.”
“Couldn’t we have chosen a place a little less…creepy? Maybe we dip behind some of those crates? I think these vines are movin’ around me pup.” He said half jokingly, in all honesty he was terrified being so close to the Medusa vines that they had only recently gotten under control. The legend underneath him shrugged as if to say be my guest if you want to get caught.
Walter huffed, realizing they were right, the vines around them provided them with amazing cover. As long as they were quiet they were completely hidden. His partner smirked at the look of realization in his eye before pulling him for another kiss from their scarred lips between the broken shrubbery. Fuse could feel the blood rush in between his legs, kissing Bloodhound with renewed vigor, tasting the icy flavor of chewed spearmint on their tongue. Neither legend noticed the vine slithering to life around the invading party; instead both were more than eager to start exploring the other's body. Fuse eagerly began massaging their entrance with his fingers that were coated in his pup's juices, their small whines barely echoing through the Icarus when comparing those soft pants to the wet noises ringing out. He absolutely loved the part of their body he could see in this moment, his hand fingering between two muscular thighs that could crush his head in an instant (and he had asked Bloodhound to do that despite their embarrassed answer of no) said pale thighs covered in scars, hair and just the slightest traces of freckles. Walter found himself unable to stop himself from pressing his lips against their inner thigh causing the hunter to jump in surprise.
“Th-that slightly tickles!” Bloodhound said in an airy tone. “W-Walter, giggle , y-you’re going to make me laugh-!”
A hand ran through the older man’s hair as he happily kissed their thigh, the masked hunter's low voice now raising in volume as Walter increased the thrust of his fingers. Walter let out a small moan at his hair being played with by the hunter's gentle hands. Fuse was a vain man never wanting anyone to touch his mullet but feeling the hunter massage into his scalp had him smiling. Despite all the possible danger surrounding them Fitzroy never felt more at ease than where he was right now.
Fingering the love of life while they played with his hair was the perfect contrast of intimate and sexual, something that wasn’t lost on him as he nuzzled their muscular thigh. Bloodhound was more than aware that he’d turn into putty in their hand just by massaging his scalp.
“Oh Houndy right there ... .Mmmm love it when you play with my hair mate…” He murmured between their thighs, the hunter now starting to twirl his hair as they gently tugged on the ends of his mullet. The older legend made a small noise, feeling a thick finger slide between his cheeks teasing the entrance to his ass. Bloodhound must’ve grabbed some lube earlier he noted because their finger was dripping onto his rim some cold lube, it made him shiver and hiss as it slowly slipped into his hole. Fuse breathed heavily as the slow burn in his ass made a moan escape his lips when their finger stopped short of his prostate.
Fucking tease… Walter thought to himself as they rubbed their thumb against his temple, the older man leaning into their touch as their other hand started to slowly thrust their digit into his ass. He arched his back like a cat, filling his mouth with thigh to muffle the low moan that escaped. Bloodhound whimpered in response, their leg trembling as pressure began to build in their lower stomach. It was embarrassing that they were already like this, the hunter taking a moment to pray that they didn’t cum before getting to the best part. This prayer needed to be answered as soon as they saw Walter's head disappear between their thighs, Bloodhound letting out a loud cry, feeling his warm wet tongue eagerly lap at their folds like a kitten. The noise echoed throughout the drop ship, making the hunter stop mid-cry and turn red.
“My pretty pup tastes so fertile…” Bloodhound inhaled sharply feeling Fuse bury himself deeper between their legs, his nose brushing against their clit as he bobbed his head.
Gods he’s getting better at this… They noted as Fitzroy began spreading their cunt further, the older man carefully sucking on their clit making the hunter jump.Bloodhound gripped Walter’s graying brown locks, part of them wanting to stop him from going in deeper, but the other was desperate to bury him into their mound. Their heart started to race imagining the older man’s face a bright cherry red from them suffocating him between their thighs-
“You’re doing so well my mate…” Their soft voice rang out as they began stroking his hair, the older man digging his fingers into their legs in response. “Such a good boy doing his best for me.”
Their accented voice came out as a low purr as they felt the older man shiver under their gloved finger tips. Had he looked up he would’ve seen their visor glowing a bright red with their cheeks a flushed pink. He hadn’t always been this good at using his mouth but after some…practice he had gotten better at it. What he lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm, something that only increased tenfold whenever they acknowledged his efforts. A waterfall of praise left the masked hunter's lips, leaving both legends completely unaware of the Medusa vines coming to life underneath them. Thick, wet, slithery vines loosely wrapped itself around the ankles of Walter and Bloodhound, neither legend noticing their attention being solely on each other. The vines, not wanting to be discovered, quickly slid one of its appendages from Walters' ass, the older man making a noise of protest assuming he had lost Bloodhound’s fingers leaving his hole gaping.
“Houndy~” Fuse finally emerged from between their legs, the older man pushing himself up until he was face to face with the masked hunter. “Can’t take it anymore, I wanna be inside you.”
His arms wrapped around their neck, Bloodhound shivered, smelling his musk as he rubbed his cock against their soaking heat. His pleas only increased as he rubbed against their mound, Bloodhound biting their lip before saying in a low voice.
“Stop.”
Instantly Walter stopped, his cock twitching yearning for more friction but he didn’t dare move a muscle. Bloodhound let out a small chuckle before grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him back only to be greeted by the most pathetic (and very arousing) sight of Walter staring yearningly at them. His eyes were watering up, his bottom lip covered in their juices was quivering as they moved closer to his face until they were nose to nose.
“Did I ever say you could make any demands Fitzroy…?” They could feel the older man’s cock jump as they waited for his response.
“No, but-” Fuse’s brown eyes broke contact with theirs. “I just assumed that because I’ve been doin’ so good we’d wanna move onto the next part.”
Gods bless his heart for being so eager.
“In due time Walter, be patient!” Bloodhound shifted away from the older man until their back was on the floor, the masked hunter stifling a laugh seeing the older man’s hungry eye follow them. They laid on their back with a toothy grin, their hand gesturing to themself inviting the older man. He slowly crawled over to them until his hands were on both sides of their body. He didn’t move any further as a trail of sweat streaked down his face, Fuse sharply inhaled as his cock hung dangerously close to his lover's hole. He wanted to be buried inside them so badly but he had to wait for their command.
“You’ve been doing so well my love.” They spread their legs further leaving a place for the older man. “I think you’re due for a reward, wouldn’t you agree?”
His head bobbed erratically as the masked hunter wrapped their gloved hand around his cock. Their visor was trained on his face as they slowly began to stroke his leaking member. The tentacles surrounding the pair pulsate with excitement watching the younger legend tease the Salvonians cock, their thin fingers rubbing alongside his vein. Walters' arms trembled as his pups’ fingers began toying with the skin of his uncut dick, the Salvonian almost collapsing when they pulled it back revealing the thick head. Bloodhound knew how to touch the older man as he began to desperately kiss their lips, his moans vibrated against them as their hand slyly reached back up and began massaging his balls, the hunter making sure to be gentle for him. They didn’t even need to look down as they worked the man up to full mast, instead finding satisfaction in watching his face contort into one of pleasure.
“Yes yes oh fuck yes I want a reward.” Fuse bucked his hips into the hunter's grip. “Please I want more, Houndy ya killin’ me here-!”
The Medusa vines seemed to take note of this as they quietly wrapped a tendril around the older man’s leaking cock making a cry escape his lips. Another vine sneakily found its way up Bloodhound's shirt being careful to not make contact with skin as to not alert the hunter. The vine tugged around Walter’s cock imitating the gestures Bloodhound had just been doing, the slithery appendage stroking the tip as it slowly pulled back his foreskin. It covered his member in a cold liquid making Walter shiver in delight, not realizing what was going on.
“H-Houndy ya so good with ya hand…” Fuse whispered. “F-fuck did you take your glove off? Why’s it so cold-?”
“Cold? My love, what are you talking about?” Was something else touching Walter?
Bloodhound froze, the hunter removed their hand as they slowly looked down at Walter, a scream almost leaving their lips as they saw one of the deadly vines wrapped around their lover's cock. He hadn’t seemed to notice this whole time as they tried to get up. They needed to escape and fast.
“Fitz-” A yelp of surprise came from them as the vines that were already around their body tightened as more vines quickly wrapped around their legs to subdue them. It was a trap! And the hunter had triggered it by alerting the vines. Fuse fared no better in his escape as his body was soon bound together, both legends being lifted up into the air as cries of protests came from both of them.
“Fucking hell-!” Fuse struggled in the plant's grasp as he fruitlessly kicked his legs, the Salvonian thrashing his body as more vines wrapped his arms behind his back. “Why’s it movin’!?!”
Bloodhound was no better Walter noted as he watched with worried eye his lover's legs being pried apart despite their snarls of protest. His heart fluttered as a vine made its way in between their legs, the tendril much slicker and thicker than the other ones before. Was that its…no no that can’t be it. Plants are asexual they wouldn’t need a cock!
The suspiciously thick vine rubbed lazily against Bloodhounds hole, a noise of surprise leaving their mouth. It was quickly silenced as they tried to make their face appear stoic, perhaps to make the plant disinterested in them? Walter couldn’t tell.
“ Ngh .” A small whine of discomfort came from Bloodhound as the plant rubbed faster against their hole that was stimulating the plant to leak some sort of substance. Fuse shook his head in wonder, the beauty of nature adapting. “ Ahhhh~ W-Wh-what is it doing…?”
More liquid dripping from the plant coated Bloodhound’s cunt, some of it slipping into the hunter's hole as a gasp of surprise left their lips. Suddenly, everything was too much all at once. The vines underneath their clothes began to move over their body like a snake, the cold wet tendril slithering across their nipples as they arch their back trying to get away from the touch. It was too much for the hunter as a shrill cry left their throat, their figure bouncing helplessly in the air as Walter watched amazed.
He had never seen them this helpless before. His breathing became heavier as the plant began to slap itself against their entrance, his eye widening in surprise seeing how wet they were getting. The wet noises filling his ears did nothing to stop his cock from rising up in full interest, the older man shaking his head in shame.
“Oh gods oh gods oh-” Bloodhound tilted their head as if they were praying, the Medusa vines now pulling on their nipple as thin tendrils began spreading their red bush open. The tracker let out a low moan as the plant shot more liquid into their hole, some of the juices landing in strands on their pubes. They could feel themselves burning up from the inside, their body was throbbing noticing Walter watching them.“I-it’s making my body warmer! Please, it's too much, I'm going to die!”
Their pleas did nothing against the plant that slowly lifted their tunic, exposing their upper half. Walter inhaled sharply, seeing their usually pale skin now a deep flushed color drenched in sweat. Freckles decorated their body alongside the various scars scattered across, the vines moving and squeezing said skin as they shifted Hound's body. A noise of embarrassment left the mighty hunters lips as their hips were lifted up presenting their twitching hole to Fuse who jumped as he felt a slimy tendril wrap around his cock.
“Fuck-!” He hissed as the thick vine from earlier slid into his ass and began to thrust, moving his cock further into the grasp of the Medusa vines. “Bloody hell- god , Houndy-!”
He whined as the plant began to push deep against his prostate, he wanted nothing more than for his lover to be the one doing this to him. Bloodhound whimpered in response as one tendril began to squeeze around their tit, gently massaging the soft tissue. Fuse groaned as the tendril jerked him off faster, the older man feeling himself close to cumming. He choked, feeling the vine fill his ass up with more of that unknown liquid, his body jerking making the older man wince as he strained against his plant restraints.The Medusa vines, however, didn’t let him cum.
Walter cursed, feeling a tight ring around the base of his cock. He shook against the plants grasp cursing at it to let him go, to let Bloodhound go, to-
“It’s alright, I think I know what it wants us to do…” Bloodhound's voice sounded much more composed as they tried to reassure him.
“It wants us to do something…?” Whatever it wanted it could have, anything to let them go.
“The vines are…learning from us.” The hunter let out a groan as the vines spread their legs further. Their muscles were burning as they tried to continue. “The vines haven’t tried to kill us, they've been watching us since the beginning. They’ve probably never seen people have sex before so it’s curious. When I tried to get up to leave it didn’t want that so it grabbed us.”
As they said this both legends body’s began to move closer. Fuse could only hang there shocked as the plant began to press Bloodhound's gaping cunt against him, a noise of surprise leaving their lips. The ring around his base loosened as the vines wrapped around the length of his cock once more, positioning the tip against their entrance.
“F-fuck what’s it doing now, is it tryin’ to figure out sex!?!?” He asked bewildered as another set of vines began to massage his balls to relax him. “ Ah- shit Houndy I-”
A moan cut off his sentence as the plant began pushing Bloodhound's thin hips onto his cock, Walters' heart pounding erratically as he helplessly watched Bloodhound.
“ O-oh my, the plant is a fast learner.” A vine hooked underneath the trackers' goggles and flipped them off in one easy motion, their watery blue eyes reflecting back in Walter’s eye. His lover looked completely out of it as his cock went deeper inside them causing their brain to go blank. “ Feels so good Walter…”
With only half a mind they were still praising the older man as the plant began to move them, the younger legend letting out a squeal of delight as they bounced happily on his cock. Their body spasmed while the plant controlled their movement, more embarrassingly loud squeaks leaving the hunters lips as the Medusa Vines dripped more liquid onto their leaking sex.
Walter could only watch mesmerized, this wasn’t the Bloodhound he knew. This one was absolutely blissed out on him with zero control, the one bouncing on his cock had their tongue sticking out like a dog. Everytime their pelvis was against his they’d desperately grind their hips further onto his cock, whimpers of wanting more leaving their lips until the vines slid them up his cock. Panting noises left their scarred lips as they were fucked upon his cock faster, their breathing starting to turn heavy as Walter moaned.
“Houndy stop actin’ like that-!” Fuse whimpered as the vines wrapped around his waist began to move him as well, a yowl leaving the hunter's lips as they were impaled further. “Ya cryin’ like a bitch a in heat-! Damn it what did this stupid plant do to ya? Ya burnin’ up!”
Something must have happened when those juices were leaking onto them. Their inner walls felt hotter as they squeezed around his member, a tear sliding out from Walters' eye realizing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer at this rate. But Bloodhound, oh Bloodhound….There was no way in hell Bloodhound would lose control like this. They always prided themselves for always being in control of their emotions especially thriving when he was the one begging for release but now-
He was the one in control (mostly) with Bloodhound, a blubbering mess on his cock. Their cries for more fell on his now red ears as he looked around for a new way to escape the plant's grasp. His metal arms twitching caught his attention, Fuse widening his eye in surprise that gears hadn’t clogged up with the unknown liquid, if it could still move then there was a chance for escape.
“Bloodhound can you hear me?”
He found himself filled with worry from the lack of response, were they too far gone? A nod came from the red head who tried to focus on him with glossed over eyes, good they were still in there.
“I’m, ahh, gonna try- oh fuck - something to get this thing off of us. Then I’ll get us both to Che alright? I'm not gonna leave you like this ya hear?” He received a groan in response that filled his heart with relief. “G-get ready pup, I’m prayin’ this old arm still works.”
Fuse closed his eye knowing he was going to miss the sight before him as he loaded up his arm with a knuckle cluster and aimed it at the pile of roots close by. A loud pop rang out, soon followed by a series of other mini pops as the roots of the vines were attacked. The reaction was immediate as the vines loosened its grip on both legends, Walter reaching out to hold the tracker
“Caught you.” His legs trembled as he reached his jeans and pulled them up. His cock was still straining in his pants but he didn’t care as he quickly grabbed the hunters gear and poorly redressed them. Their skin was still on fire muttering nonsense as Fuse grabbed them by their waist and dragged them from the Icarus.
“O-oh it let us go? Good…” Bloodhound mumbled as he brought them into a building at solar array. “Ahh gods…My body is still on fire…”
Their eyes trained on Walter who searched around desperately for a medkit for his delirious squad mate. The older man leaned to check under a desk praying for a miracle as Bloodhound silently went behind him. A flushed color painted their cheeks watching the serious look in Walter’s eye as he moved items around, his muscular burly chest peeking from his sweaty torn shirt. The space between their legs throbbed as they tried to inconspicuously inhale Walters scent, a sudden rush filling their body as they slowly creeped closer towards the older man. Something about him smelled divine as their hands unconsciously reached between their legs.
“I know it hurts Houndy I know, just give Fusey some time and he’ll have you back in top shape!” He almost tricked himself as he said that, he was now looking for a good place to hide Bloodhound in until the effects of the vines wore off-
“Walter~” He turned around to the sound of their low voice, his face immediately turning hot. They had pulled down their trousers to reveal, for a lack of better words, a waterfall between their legs. A playful smile stretched across their face as they shamelessly began rubbing their clit.
“H-Houndy!?!” He felt embarrassed as they pressed themselves against his knee, more of their juices costing the worn out jean material. “Baby please, you’re a little sick right now, just wait until we get Che to check you out and-”
His words were cut off as their scarred lips pressed against his. Their gloved hand wrapped around his neck locking his lips into place as they grinded against his knee, a loud moan vibrating against his lips as their other hand hooked a finger on his waist band. Walter gasped as the masked hunter easily undid his belt buckle and pulled out his still hard cock. Their blue eyes shone as if they had won a prize as they pulled away with one last kiss.
“I think this part of you still wants to play.” Bloodhound purred at him then smirked against the older man’s lips as he sputtered out an apology. Their fingers were a feather against the tip of his cock as the hunter slowly sunk to their knees. The smile on their face grew even bigger when they pressed a kiss to his leaking tip. “Mmm I love your cock so much my love.”
Their pink tongue dragged across the pulsating vein on the underside making Walter jump. The room soon filled with the wet noises of Bloodhound's lips peppering his member with kisses.
“It’s so cute seeing it twitch like this.” They cooed as their rough glove rubbed along his shaft, their skilled hands making Walter bite into his own hand as he threw his head back. “Mmm I always have to use my hands on you Walter, it’s far too big to fit it comfortably in my mouth. But oh gods one day I’ll have enough training so you can bruise my throat, completely ruin me.”
Their words were turning him on in ways he was ashamed to admit. Their smooth velvety voice still sounded so formal even as they promised the filthiest things that was making even him blush. Without thinking he ran his fingers through their short curly hair, his eye widening in surprise at the noise his partner made.
Were they purring-? He looked down to lock eye with theirs that were full of desperation, a bright red dusting their cheeks as they desperately rubbed themselves against his boot. Something about seeing them so desperate for release had Walter pause. This didn’t feel right, he had to stop this before it went too far.
“H-Houndy, wait we can’t, not when you’re like this.” Fuse tugged the short curly red hair under his fingertips as he tried to lift them off their knees. The hunter stubbornly stayed there, growling in response as they looked up at him.
“Walter, I'm perfectly fine! Those vines…they might’ve brought out more of my inner desires but I assure you what I say is true! And what I want is still the same.” Their blue eyes shot daggers into his skull as if daring him to argue back. “Being used like that was far better than anything I could’ve dreamt.”
The hunter admitted as they gave the older man’s cock another lick. Fluster filled his body as the hunter began to massage his balls, coaxing some precum to leak out and paint their lips. A trail connected their mouth to his cock as they pulled their head back and batted their lashes at him. They pressed their cheek against his cock before coyly asking.
“Don’t you want to shove this back inside me elska? ” He nodded watching as they pulled his foreskin back pressing another kiss to his leaking tip. “I want it inside me too, Fitzroy. A good boy like you needs to finish somewhere doesn’t he?”
Fuse's throat went dry as the hunter finally stood up and positioned themselves over a table belly down. They turned their head back to him and smiled, spreading their twitching red cunt for the older man.
“I am a good boy.” The explosive expert repeated as he took his place behind the red head. His hands squeezed their cheeks together before spreading them, his fingers squeezing their skin bruises began to form underneath them.
“Mhm.” The younger legend hummed in agreement as Walter rubbed his cock against their folds. His fingers were gently massaging the skin underneath them. “And a good boy gets rewarded, doesn’t he..? He wants to make me proud, do you want to know how to make me proud?”
Bloodhound asked, amused as Walter then grabbed both of their hands and pulled them back.
“How?” He asked breathlessly, waiting for permission from his lover.
Bloodhounds' lips curl into a smile as they wiggle their hips on his cock.
“He fucks my fertile pussy and breeds it.” Walter growled as he snapped his hips forward, the legend underneath him letting out a squeal. “ Oh gods yes-! Good boy Walter-!”
The wet passage around his cock spurred him on along with the noises Hound made. Their voice was velvety smooth with compliments and promises of even more rewards to come. Their back arched when his cock kissed the entrance to their cervix, the hunter's smacking against the table, eyes welling up with tears as they bit their lip. Small grunts left the older man as he pulled their arms back even further, Bloodhound pushing back on his thrusts making the table below them shake.
“Bloodhound, Bloodhound, Bloodhound-! Fuck I love your fertile pussy!” Their hole clenched around his cock as he sang praise about their body. “I’m gonna breed it ‘till you have my baby, ya gonna look so pretty Houndy. Tell me about it again, what’ll happen when I knock you up!”
Bloodhound smiled, feeling the older man’s pace slow down, he was close to cumming. He just needed some extra honeyed words before he could. Bloodhound freed one of their hands from Walters grasp then gently rubbed their thumb against his face.
“When I’m with child I’ll take a break from the games in a cabin we share hidden away from prying eyes. Any clothes I once owned will be useless because of you.” The older man nodded, imagining the fantasy they had told him many times before. “Once I start to grow bigger you’ll need to leave the games as well to take care of me-”
It only made sense for him to do that, it would be his fault for his pup to be in such a vulnerable state. His member twitched inside them as he imagined the hunter's eyes shining with adoration, waiting for him each night as he returned to their loving embrace. Their thumb that had been stroking his chin had traced up sneakily into his mouth, the Salvonian quickly wrapping his lips around the finger and sucking on it. His tongue swirled around the digit moaning as his unoccupied hand unconsciously reached up Bloodhound's shirt and squeezed around their sore breast.
“-your duties would require pampering me, the one carrying your child…” Walter pushed harder inside the hunter. “It will be your duty to make sure all my needs are met, to massage my feet when I get sore, to rub my back when it starts to ache from carrying your child, to brush my hair…”
Walter whimpered knowing he wouldn’t last much longer.
“For being such a good boy I’ll let you fuck my bred cunt, would you like that Walter? Fucking my pussy even when my body is round because of you? You're always so greedy my love.” Bloodhound thrust their finger deeper into Walter’s mouth, blessing the gods for his oral fixation. “Of course eventually we’ll have to stop when I’m too far along to have sex to keep the baby safe, there is one last thing that would satisfy us, do you want to hear it?”
“Yeah, t-talk about the fireplace and…me laying on your lap…” The older man sheepishly asked, the next part being his favorite as the hunter smiled.
“We’ll sit in front of the fireplace after a long day together. Because you’ve been such a good father taking care of me you'll be tired.” Bloodhound felt the grasp he had on their breast tighten, his thumb rolling their sensitive nipple between his index finger. “I’ll be massaging your head as I ask you about your day, we’ll chat for a bit before your hands start to sneak up to undo my blouse.”
Their voice dropped to a whisper, the hunters' voice quivering with excitement as they continued.
“My breasts will spill out, sensitive, full of milk and begging to be relieved. Your last duty for the night will be helping me with that, but for you it’ll be more like a reward as you steal the milk meant for our child.” Walters' breath hitched as Bloodhound clenched around his cock, the older man sucking harder around their thumb as they finished with the fantasy. “I’d usually call you greedy for that but I’d be more than happy to watch you drink my milk. Will it taste sweet? Like honey? A rich liquid on your tongue as you greedily lap away at my nipple? I hope I make it taste good just for you, after all you’ll deserve a reward for getting me pregnant. How many times are you planning to put my body through that my love? Once? Twice? Or as many times as the All Father wishes to bless us? ”
More than one? Bloodhound wanted more than one kid? His mind raced, imagining the ankle biters, their ankle biters, running around outside the cabin. He could already see how their beautiful children would look (He hoped they got most or all of their looks from Bloodhound, but maybe one of them could have his head of hair). Fuck and Bloodhound, he could only imagine what having kids would to them. Their stomach would be littered with stretch marks from carrying his babies, and there was no doubt in Walters mind they’d have a little joey pouch from the added weight.
That did it for Fuse as his hips jerked to a halt, his body shuddering as a shaky breath left his body. His thick sticky cum shot deep into the hunter's body, the older man desperately pressing his face against Bloodhounds for a kiss that they eagerly returned. The trackers' womb greedily drank it in as both legends' bodies shook, Fuse almost collapsing to the floor as Bloodhound struggled to stay on top of the table trying to keep their lips connected in a kiss.
“Holy shit…” Fuse breathed out as he slid his cock out from the warm snug cunt. His eye widened seeing his load leak out from the hunter and trickle between their thighs. Their puffy lips were still pushing out more cum, Walter now noticing how their stomach seemed to shrink as time passed. “That’s a lot more than usual…was it because of the vines?”
Bloodhound didn’t respond as they laid on the table, their eyes fluttering as Walter cleaned himself off.
“Whatever those plants did…has made me exhausted…after today's match we visit Che.” They let out a groan as they finally got up, their lower back screaming in protest as they tried to reach down and pull their trousers up. “Ugh I’m going to have to take a shower then a small vacation, everything hurts.”
Walter nodded his head in agreement, feeling a stiffness in his hips.
First ring closing.
The duo had to hold back a groan as they heard the familiar voice over their heads. Fuse closed his eye and let out a loud breath as he gripped the 30-30 nearby for dear life as Bloodhound trembled with a r-301 in their hands. Today's game was going to be a long one.
“What cha in for today…?” The combat medic asked the masked hunter who had come into her office after a little over a month since their last meeting. She still hadn’t received the fertility treatment yet so she knew it wasn’t for that. The hunter sighed as they sat on the table, clearly not wanting to use up anymore of the doctor's time.
“It wasn’t me who made this appointment, it was Walter. He insisted on me getting checked on because of some minor changes. I insist it's nothing and still he drags me here, he’s even waiting in the lobby until we do this exam.”
“Well it’s for me to decide if this is nothing ya hear me? So tell me what you’ve been experiencin’’ since ya were here!” Lifeline pulled out a tablet as the hunter listed out their symptoms.
“Bloating…Some foods smell awful to me now and…I’ve been urinating more frequently but I think it has to do with an incident during a game.” Lifeline nodded her head remembering how the pair had come to her after a run-in with the vines the month previously. However, something told her the vines weren’t responsible for the last part of their symptoms.
“I'm gonna draw some blood for testin’ alright? Just need to confirm ya don’t have a new strand from the Medusa vine.” She joked as she pulled blood from the hunters scarred arm, the medic sending the vial off for testing as she asked her assistant to bring in Walter who was anxiously waiting in the lobby.
“I was called in, did somethin’ happen?” The Salvonian asked surprised as she motioned for him to take a seat on the chair closest to Bloodhound.
“Nothing to worry about just runnin’ a blood test on ‘em, results should come back in a few minutes.”
“So why am I here?” Walter asked curiously as Bloodhound looked up as if realizing what was going on as the assistant returned with the results with a smile. The hunter shot their hand out to grab Walters and squeezed it as Fuse gave them a confused look. They were shaking as the medic gave them a knowing look as her suspicions were confirmed.
“Fitzroy…I think that-” Their voice shook as Lifeline confirmed.
“Hmph Walter ya old dog, ya gonna be a father.” For a moment the Salvonian was silent with shock, then he shot up and hugged his partner. The hunter was pulled into a plethora of kisses as the older man’s eye began swelling up with tears.
“I'm gonna be a dad, i'm gonna be a dad, a dad!” Fuse whispered as he sank to his knees then pressed his face against their small stomach. “Holy sh- Ah Houndy we’re gonna have a kid!”
As the older couple wept, Lifeline left the room to give them privacy. She was happy for her friends as she closed the door behind her.
The hunter ran their fingers through the older man’s mullet, their heart swelling as Walters face split from his smile. They looked away feeling embarrassed as Walter nuzzled against their stomach.
“Why must you give me that look, Fitzroy? I don’t look that different. My stomach hasn’t even shown signs.” Honestly this man was going to make them feel self conscious if he didn’t avert his gaze. Nothing from their body was worth gawking at-
“Oh Houndy if only you could see yourself through my eye…” Walter whispered as he rested his face on their thigh. “You’d understand why I’m on my knees, you look absolutely divine love. I wanna worship you from the minute we get up ‘till we fall asleep in our bed, because there’s no way in hell I’m letting you feel not special when all I can see is the love of my life. You might not think you’re not much to look at right now but to me? All I can see is you, all I want to see is you .”
Their heart hammered against their rib cage as Walter went back to rubbing his face against their stomach, his face full of love. This man was so…embarrassing…The hunter let out a sigh then smiled to themselves as they curled his brown graying mullet around their finger. They wouldn’t want Walter any other way.