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The ground was littered with flashes of bright colors ranging from flashy dust from explosions or sparks from weapons clashing. Loud sounds echoed across the field ranging from yelling between teammates for communication, to petty shit talking to their rival team; enough noise and visual strain to give anyone a headache, even ones who rarely suffered from irritation.
The doctor who suffered from migraines often was not having a good time at all. But in phights who was? His head pounded like he got hit in the head with a ten pound brick, his body was aching and sore yet still running off of pure adrenaline. After the adrenaline wore off he was most definitely about to be sore for days after this, he'd probably even need for a few repairs on his revolver.
But he needed to fulfill his duty to protect, heal, and help his teammates to victory. But to even do that was a struggle in itself, everyone seemed to be across the map whenever they needed healing, and he struggled to make it through the field to them without being blown to bits. He was good at his job, that was a proven fact, yes. But he couldn't keep up.
No matter how hard he tried his bones would always give out on him, it seemed like he could never reach his teammate that needed healing fast enough. They would always be one or two seconds late which cost them their defeat, even if he changed his strategy from healing only to assisting with damage. They always seemed to not live long enough, even if the enemy had a sliver of health left.
So there the doctor was, sitting behind a wall hiding from his opponents. He had lower than half his health and was focusing on healing himself back up the best He could manage, not having a shield was hell sometimes. His fingers worked quickly, it was like a routine he knew by heart. Heal himself up just enough so he could get back to helping his team.
The doctor got himself up a little over half before he stepped out from behind the wall, intending to head back to the middle of the map where everyone was fighting to win. He figured he'd heal on the way back instead of sitting and waiting to heal, he'd be more efficient that way, after all.
Medkit had taken half a step out of his hiding spot before he was hit with a sharp pain, along with smoke surrounding him and filling his lungs. He covered his mouth quickly, almost doubling over coughing hysterically. The attack had caught him off guard but he knew exactly who it was, between his lungs burning and teary eyes he could still pinpoint who It was. He was no stranger to the attacker, but why now?
Medkit couldn't rationalize why the demon would be attacking him one on one, when they would be better off picking away at his team with the toxins. He shuffled out of the smoke just enough to try and see where the demon was coming from, though he didn't act quick enough as his body was ripped from his stable ground and thrown into the very wall he hid behind moments earlier.
His adrenaline spiked and he felt as if he would die from how fast his heart was beating. Medkit's eye shot open, staring face to face with his attacker, the very reason he lived in fear day to day. The look in his eyes was the very same as the day he had lost his eye, though his face and body looked worse for wear. They were rotting and not even the mask nor eyepatch that adorned their face could hide it. Disgusting, though, what he had caused.
“Meddy! How lovely it is to catch you randomly!” Subspace’s voice was muffled due to the mask but still loud, heightened and hoarse yet still deep in a way that had a charm to it. The demon had a certain twisted thrill laced in it’s voice but still threatening nonetheless, the cheerful attitude Subspace always adorned was unsettling. Subspace's eyes shook rapidly, like they were over the moon for something; and though their body was completely still Medkit could tell Subspace was excited.
Medkit's teeth were clamped together, forgetting how to breathe for what felt like forever. The feeling of air filling his lungs was heavenly as he finally remembered how to function. Sharply inhaling as he felt an arm press against his chest, harder and harder making him unable to escape, as if Subspace wanted to brag about his power over the doctor.
A smell lingered in the area, a smell that was sweet but made his lungs ache and tingle with a strange sensation. He swore he could taste the smell in his mouth, on his tongue, it tasted sweet but bitter in such a way that it burned all the back to the back of his throat.
Then it hit him, oh god. Medkit squirmed and writhed, trying his hardest to even just loosen the other’s grasp. Though all hope slipped from his mind when his body was pinned up against the wall harsher, he felt like his bones were going to crumble into dust. So he stopped moving, he waited for Subspace to just finish him off so he could respawn and help his teammates at full health.
But Subspace did none of that, not a single thought in their mind was to finish the doctor off. Medkit was slowly brought aware of it, heart sinking into his stomach as the scientist’s eyes scanned his body, only then was it that their body stopped being stiff. Medkit could feel the demon’s laugh bubble slowly in his chest, causing it’s arm to press into his chest. Deeper, harsher, pain stabbing into his ribcage as the smell only got stronger.
“Do you remember all those years ago,” The scientist’s tone sounded like a question, though more of a statement. “The good old days — when you said I could use you in any way?” Oh how stupid Medkit had been, to allow Subspace to use him in such a way. Most of the time it had been for his healing abilities when accidents happened in the lab, but they did have nights.
They were never often, rare and quickly over. They were mainly nights spent to calm each other's heats, but even then they rarely happened. But that was before the disaster, before everything had gone wrong, years before. Medkit was surprised they had even remembered, thinking how it had been more than a few years, why now, why him? What was so special about him that Subspace had possibly thought about him in those times after years?
The doctor was snapped out of the thoughts by Subspace, the thoughts that only dragged him into more endless why's. A sharp call of the name he hated shot through his ears and his eyes fixated back on Subspace. Subspace seemed to rile himself up more realizing the doctor had responded to the name, ideas spinning in it’s head.
“I'm waiting for an answer, come on! Do you remember your words?” The situation didn't feel real, like it was a dream. He didn't want to believe this was real, perhaps he had hallucinated? Maybe he was knocked out during a phight and this was just a dream? Though every possible thought to try and rationalize was snuffed out by the very real current situation, no amount of hoping or fake scenarios could save him.
The rational side of Medkit wanted to scream for someone to help, beg whoever was around to help him — but he couldn't muster up the ability to. The doctor didn't know why, maybe his body was betraying him or his brain still had a sliver of feeling for the scientist. His brain was still in flight mode, his heart beating painfully fast. Medkit figured I'd be better to just respond, maybe Subspace would get tired of his dry answers and just leave him.
“Have you really been so caught up on my words even after so many years? Yes I remember, what of it?” Medkit tried his best to respond dryly, trying not to show any emotion so Subspace would discard him. Quickly his plan shut itself down the stronger the smell became, and it was becoming increasingly hard to deny the state Subspace was in. Medkit knew the smell, without a doubt in his mind, but it was more faint and more bitter. The scent matched Subspace perfectly, and he hated it.
“I was wondering if those words still ring true, is all! You see… After you had left Blackrock; ran and hid from your past like a terrified deer, I've missed my favorite doctor!” Subspace made sure to drag out the ‘favorite’, letting it bury and settle itself in the doctor's head. The weight of the situation made the air around almost impossible to breathe in, or maybe that was the poison he was hit with earlier?
Medkit felt chills creep up his spine, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Surely Subspace was joking, the demon hated him, there was no way he was serious… But the tone of voice, the scent, the way Subspace picked now to strike. He was completely fucked, there was no saving him. While he wanted to gag in disgust, some part of him eased a spark into his gut and he could feel it.
Medkit bit his tongue, trying to think of a retort, something to snap back with, but it was useless. His mind blanked, the only thing that was bouncing around in it was the vague question of ‘what if’. What if he agreed, what if he said no, what would happen, what would they even be? They'd still be enemies right? Without a second thought Medkit parted his lips, words seeming caught in his throat for a moment.
“What if I say no?” Medkit's brain finally caught up with his body, realizing what he had said and snapping his mouth shut. The question seemed to fall right into Subspace's plan, whatever the plan he had brewing inside of his head was. The scientist lightened his arm on Medkit's chest, just enough to let the man breathe but not enough to run and escape. Subspace hummed a bit, though it sounded more rasty like he had eaten sandpaper beforehand.
“I'll let you go, easy as that! Nothing you or I are forced to do, we could just go back to fighting for our respective teams.”
The doctor could feel the way his stomach turned at the statement. They could go back to just fighting, there was really no need to do what he was hinting at? Yes, Subspace was a liar, but the statement felt truthful. No matter how horrible of a person Subspace was, no matter how much Medkit had ruined his body to no repair, the demon was giving him an option.
He felt like he was betraying himself, everything he swore against, his morals and promises to himself. But he couldn't stop himself from wanting whatever Subspace was offering, which was rarely much. Medkit sulked in a full breath for once in a hot minute, parting his lips just shutting them quickly before he managed to get a word out. Subspace seemed to notice the doctor's hesitation and spoke once again, like he'd never get tired of his own voice.
“No one needs to know, Meddy, this can be a little secret! Though that is if you agree, it's up to you, remember. This all falls in your hands!” Subspace’s offer lingered in the air, his words only fueling the fire. The choice was his, why was he hesitating so much. Medkit could just say no, but did he really want to? His brain was quick to respond with no, but then it was drowned out by the possibilities.
“Fine, I'll do it…” The doctor spoke hesitantly, his voice wavering as if he was uncertain, which he was, but only to voice his wants. Subspace didn't seem pleased with the answer, pressing back down onto the doctor's chest slowly but at a steady pace. Not knocking the wind out of the man, but enough to make him feel like he was suffocating slowly. “I need a straight yes or no, Meds!”
The pressure on his ribcage along with the situation made it feel like he'd pass out, he had so much pride he didn't want to give a straight answer. But he swallowed it, like a thick and dry pill, removing his pride from all his thoughts. A single “yes” was all Medkit could manage to sputter out before he felt shame wash through his body, tainting his face a dusted color. The scientist seemed to not enjoy that answer either.
In a quick motion Subspace took a single long step forward, closing the gap between themselves and the doctor. Pressing it’s body right against him, making it unable to move or protest. After all, Subspace had gotten the consent he wanted, but still wanted to toy with his food, wanting to bathe in the doctor's shame. Subspace could feel how the other demon's body jumped against the wall, trembling horribly.
“I want to hear you agree, I know you're able to. I haven't done anything to you yet! C'mon you can do it!” It could feel the way the doctor's breath hitched, could see the way the doctor's throat swallowed nothing but air out of nervousness. Medkit couldn't see Subspace's eyes but he could feel the hot breath on his neck, filtered by the gas mask though it didn't make it any better.
Medkit wanted to curl up and roll off the side of the map, plummet himself to the ground out of pure shame. But he didn't, he couldn't after all. He was forced to stand there and writhe in embarrassment knowing that Subspace drank it like a man dying of thirst. “Yes, yes– I want this.” The doctor spoke between shaky and weak words, his throat dryer than ever.
Subspace felt no need to wait a second more as he used his free hand to unclip his gas mask, freeing his face. It's mask was discarded randomly somewhere close by as they got to work, and although the doctor couldn't see the scientist’s rotted face; he could feel coarse lips and exposed teeth against his neck. Sharp Teeth that were once hidden behind soft flesh now exposed to the unforgiving air, dry but well intact.
The scientist made quick planned movements, Medkit would have thought they were just a spur of the moment if they weren't so precise. The scientist moved his arm from pinning the doctor against the wall to trail along the other's hips, dully scratching at the cloth that hid his flesh. Subspace cursed the clothing from letting him feel the real deal, although he had lost feeling in his arm the pleasure of feeling the medic writhe in their grasp was better than the physical feeling itself.
Dry lips and teeth trailed their way down the doctor's neck, feverishly kissing and sucking against pale flesh. The scientist knew exactly how to play with it's food, sliding it's leg in-between the doctor's, grinding it against the other's every now and again. It wasn't there to pleasure, only to tease, give that little taste of the feeling, not the real thing.
Medkit struggled to keep his eyes open, fighting between screwing them shut or keeping them open to ground himself. His legs trembled, pushing himself against the wall, struggling to stand and they had barely started. He felt like he'd pass out any second now, tip over and collapse if not supported. His tongue was caught between his teeth, trying to focus on his breathing, not to let a single noise make its way from his throat. He was stronger than this, stronger than that, there's no way he'd falter at a few kisses and a distant sensation in-between his legs.
Just as the doctor thought he had a grip of his own body it betrayed him, his throat choking out a whimper before he could stop it. A sharp pain in his neck that was covered in kisses moments later, a bite mark imprinted into the side of his neck was the culprit to his embarrassment. It stung with a sickly sweet sensation that surrounded the entire area, his body becoming even more warm to the touch. He wasn't even the one who was riled up in the first place, it was horribly out of character for him to act this way.
The stinging sensation surrounding the bite only made it harder to stay quiet as the scientist kissed over the previous places, sending dull spikes of pleasure down his back along with the leg as a constant reminder. A taste, a teasing note left behind by Subspace on purpose. The scientist made their way further down the medic's neck, reaching his collar bone. They bit down onto skin, sinking it's teeth into the top and bottom flesh, avoiding the bone purposefully.
The action sending the doctor hissing at the pain, body jerking upwards making teeth dig deeper into the flesh. The doctor desperately grasped at anything nearby, which only happened to be Subspace. Though his hands didn't work in unison, his left hand dug into the cloth on the scientist’s back, along with the wall. His nails felt like they'd break against the wall, scratching against concrete dully as the pain seeped into his body.
Subspace only snickered, laughing against the other's skin before kissing the wound. The doctor could feel his skin on the brink of breaking, the blood threatening to escape the top layer of skin, if only they had bitten harder… After a few more quick kisses planted on his neck the scientist decided it was time to move on, to stop teasing and chase his pleasure. Ripping itself away from the doctor's neck he stared directly at his face, admiring the pretty color tinted on the other's cheeks and the dazed look he wore before it snapped back to consciousness.
The doctor glared at the scientist, as if all the things that had just transpired hadn't happened, as if his dignity was still intact. Subspace didn't even say anything before it ripped Medkit from his stable ground once again, though this time by his hair. A moan was ripped from the doctor's throat though distorted and choked out, his head pulled back and forced down. His knees buckling and hitting the ground with a painful thud, he was forced to look up at Subspace from below him.
From down below he could see the damage, or at least some of it. The flesh rotting away exposing dried thin layers of flesh and even bone, he should have been disgusted, and a small sliver of him was. But there was a part of his brain that found it attractive on the demon, even if he had caused all that damage a part of him felt captivated by it.
Subspace still had a lingering smile on his face, a glint in his eye that sent sparks of anticipation through the medic's body. Their grip didn't leave his hair as it slowly guided his head closer to it's pants, where there was a slight bulge. It was noticeable but being especially close made Medkit almost stop breathing entirely, the demon didn't even have to say anything and he had gotten the memo.
The doctor reached up his fingers shaking as he tried to calm his nerves, the texture of the belt feeling nice on his fingertips. Medkit slowly worked the belt out of the loops, which Subspace didn't take kindly to. Grasping the doctor's hair tighter as a passive aggressive encouragement, though maybe it was for it's own sadistic needs. The doctor got the message and stopped fucking around, slipping the belt out of the buckle and tossing it somewhere close by.
Anxiety seemed to bubble it's way into the doctor's mind as he seemed to hesitate pulling the demon's pants down, and the scientist noticed. “Good boy, Meddy.” Subspace cooed, praising the one below him, to give him a little more encouragement. Medkit stiffened for a moment but began working it's pants off instead of stalling, he hated how the other knew exactly how to get him going. He cursed them in his head, but didn't say anything, not even a peep escaped his lips.
Though his hands were still shaking he didn't want to disappoint, using all the confidence he could using he slowly tugged at the other’s pants. All the way down to it’s knees where they then fell further, the bulge looked even bigger now that a extra layer was discarded, making Medkit bite his tongue with suspense. Subconsciously trying to wet his mouth, though it wasn't entirely needed.
The doctor tugged down the band of Subspace’s boxers, releasing his dick out from it's pants. The scientist quietly groaned at the air hitting him, soothing but not enough. Sharply inhaling followed quickly alone with a short laugh, the doctor could only sit and wonder what was going through their mind. The grip on his head tightened ever so slightly, bringing him closer, yet not quite forcing him down, perhaps pity.
He wanted to tease the one that towered over him, to play with them, but he was in no state to. He knew Subspace could just rip him by the hair and make him choke, and the doctor wasn't exactly looking to have a sore throat for the next few days… Medkit reached up, using one to gently coax the tip to his lips. Placing a kiss on the tip cautiously, knowing that the grip on his head could shove him down any second it chooses.
The doctor slowly guided his head down to closer, placing gentle kisses along the base using his hand so he didn't struggle trying to hold it in still. Though the scientist found it cute he couldn't help but buck their hips slightly, tired of the foreplay already. Medkit reeled back just a bit, swallowing a deep breath of air and steadily exhaling it, throat feeling painfully raw already.
Bringing his lips to the tip once more he exhaled the rest of the air in his lungs, breathing hot air against Subspace. The doctor's lips parted, lowering his hand to fiddle with his pants trying to calm his nerves. Slowly he sank his head down, trying his best to not psych himself out and reel back all the way.
He got around halfway before he started to struggle, screwing his eyes shut he tried to take more in but paused half way. Pausing only to inhale more air which felt like it was running from his lungs no matter how hard he inhaled, though Subspace seemed displeased. Without a single hint or warning the scientist tightened the grip on his hair, so tight they felt like pins and needles to the medic's scalp. Subspace then forcefully shoved the doctor down all the way to the base, not caring if the man was choking or not.
To be honest Subspace enjoyed it, seeing the way the doctor's eye shot open and tears flooded the corners as his eyes, hands flew up to steady himself on it's thighs. Even if Medkit had quickly blinked them back nothing could get rid of the picture Subspace saw, it felt itself twitch in the doctor's mouth from the very thought. The demon could always keep himself from finishing too quickly, but they couldn't stop themselves from chasing it, especially when it was Medkit.
The doctor felt his throat stretch uncomfortably, his gag reflex wasn't strong but he still had one, and he was struggling to keep himself from gagging. He could feel his throat tighten around the intrusion, God, it's been forever since he's done this with anyone; let alone them be this forceful, though Medkit would be lying to himself if he said he didn't enjoy the overly rough treatment.
Medkit could never admit it freely but the way the scientist acted, as if it had no regard for his feelings, as if his body was merely a cheap sex toy. It all made his stomach twist, excitement racking through his body and heat pooling between his legs. It was so sick to him, but Subspace seemed to enjoy it very much, maybe even too much. But then again Subspace was known to be sadistic, that being a given fact. But Medkit? He was viewed as a stoic man, if people knew how he liked to be treated sexually their entire option would be flipped.
Subspace ran it's fingers through the medic's hair, soothing him in a way, a way to calm him down after what it had done — and it was working. The doctor could feel his grip loosen on the scientist's thighs, inhaling through his nose and starting to move with the help of Subspace. It felt more like the demon was just fucking his mouth rather than him sucking him off, but that slowly disappeared as the scientist loosened their grasp on his hair. Not fully letting go, but letting Medkit take the little control he had.
The loosening grasp gave the doctor a sense of confidence, though it was fake. He felt pride fill his chest as he began to move, rocking his head back and forth, making sure to keep his jaw slack so his teeth didn't graze it. Though he gagged every time he felt the tip go past his airway, Subspace didn't complain, and seemed to enjoy it.
His tongue was flooded with the taste and salty pre, which slowly made its way down his throat the closer the demon got. Subspace began to rock his hips gently, their fingers tangled in the doctor's hair instead of tugging on it now, losing himself in the feeling. It's head tilted back, letting out a rough quiet groan of satisfaction at the heat of the doctor's mouth. Rhythmic sparks sent their way down his spine along with the growing ache in between his legs, Medkit wanted to focus on Subspace's pleasure but he couldn't stop himself from reaching down to palm at himself through his own pants.
Keeping one hand on Subspace's thigh while the other rubbed desperately chasing his own high, whimpers and muffled moans escaped his throat and went straight to the dick stuffed down his throat. The scientist must have realized Medkit had gotten sloppy as it's grasp on the medic's hair tightened again, shoving him straight to the base and holding him there. The medic’s body froze from shock and he began sputtering, his eye shooting up to look at Subspace who had a scowl of disapproval.
“Focus! Worry about yourself later, you were always good at that. Or have you grown greedy and cheap?” Subspace’s face had irritation written all over it, though it couldn't help but writhe in the way Medkit hummed in the most pathetic way. The very sight made Subspace snicker, pride filling their chest, the very fact they could turn Medkit into mush almost made him finish right then and there. Though he held onto himself a little longer, not wanting this part to be over yet.
“Both hands up, where I can feel them. If I feel them leave even for a second I'll make sure you can't speak for a week!” It’s tone was so cheerful but it had an edge to it, every word was true and Medkit did enjoy speaking so he'd rather not test if it was an empty threat. The doctor slowly left his own crotch, instantly missing the dull sensual pleasure. Placing his hand back onto Subspace's thigh, the scientist finally pulled his head back forcefully, easing the doctor to start up again. Though this time Subspace had more control, it’s hand wrapped around locks of hair.
Subspace was much harsher, setting a pace much more violent and quick paced than Medkit had beforehand. Sooner than later the scientist seemed to be on the brink of finishing, ripping the medic's head back and forth as he desperately tried to ground himself. His nails dug into the meat of Subspace’s thigh, which only heightened it's peak. Medkit tried to pull off, the salt taste in his mouth becoming too much for even him to handle, his senses flooding with the pain and taste. But the demon didn't seem to stop, latching onto his hair tighter, slamming him back and forth, it made the medic dizzy.
With one final thrust Subspace forced Medkit's head down to the very base, painfully so that the doctor winced. The scientist let out a groan that came straight from the bottom of their throat, finishing right into Medkit's mouth and down his throat. He gagged harshly sputtering and clawed at Subspace to let his head free, but nothing helped, all he could do was sit there desperately trying to swallow everything. He could feel the way Subspace shuttered as it slowly pulled his head off.
The moment his throat was empty he coughed, the salty taste not leaving his throat, and it probably wouldn't anytime soon. The doctor fell back from his knees, hitting the ground with a silent thud. Subspace stared down at him, a shit eating grin on his lips, but they still weren't soft, Medkit had a tinge of fear but it was soon replaced with want and need. Medkit had half a thought that the scientist would leave him right there and let him deal with himself, which is why he jumped when the demon kneeled down in front of him.
The scientist crawled over to the doctor, which in return the doctor slowly moved backwards until he felt his back hit the wall which didn't take Long. “Meddy!” Subspace’s tone was similar to a sing-a-song, though not quite there entirely, breaching that point, he couldn't put his finger on it. “Oh! You were so desperate to touch yourself a few moments ago, what changed?” Subspace asked though not really expecting an answer, it eased it's body in between Medkit’s legs.
Though they showed no hesitation With their actions they still looked at the doctor's face, snickering at his own thoughts, as it reached down to graze their fingers against Medkit's clothed crotch. The doctor shivered and bucked his hips, trying to get more stimulation that he needed so badly, but Subspace ripped it's hand away. The doctor choked out a short sob, glaring daggers into the scientist, which they had no issue with.
“What do you say?” They were doing it again, teasing the medic until the brink of tears, just like it used to do. Medkit was so full of spite and pride having the highest form of self-respect, but now he was turned to needy mush, all for Subspace to enjoy. It felt horrible to his ego, but he didn't want it to stop, and he most certainly didn't want to be left alone to deal with it himself. The doctor barely had time to pleasure himself, let alone do anything like this. He wanted to be in control, be in charge of Subspace but it was the opposite.
Medkit bit his lip, wanting more than nothing to just get on with it, he didn't want to even hear himself say those words. He didn't want to hear himself beg, most of all. But there he found himself, he needily bucked his hips once, testing the waters to see if that would work. It didn't, not one bit. The scientist was set on hearing pleading words to come out of the demon's lips.
Medkit swallowed his pride, feeling it sink into his stomach as he uttered quiet short words. Subspace heard them, he surely did but it wanted to hear him louder, to get that gratification from ruining a well put together person like the doctor, especially since it was Medkit, though. “Please. Christ, please! Just do it… Please.” The medic added one last plea in case the other two weren't enough, his shame was quickly washed away by a wave of pleasure.
The scientist's palm quickly pressed onto the dampening spot of the medic’s pants, rubbing circles on where his clit would be. Subspace had known about Medkit being trans and knew exactly how to play with it's food, where to feel and touch, where to aim, but he hadn't gotten that far yet. The demon felt as if the doctor's noises weren't meeting his requirements, so they made a quick decision. Moving quickly, fingers worked at Medkit's belt, though it was a struggle to get the buckle undone.
Such a struggle that Subspace opted to just tear it undone, with a quick yank of the buckle holding the pants together the flimsy leather had snapped right in two; leaving the doctor's fly open to them. Medkit’s mouth shot open to try and yell at the scientist, however he was promptly shut up as the scientist slid it's hand into his boxers. Bucking his hips as sharp sparks of pleasure shot through his gut like a knife, honestly Medkit thought he'd finish right then and there, however he hadn't.
Subspace didn't bother warming the doctor up before they tugged down his pants, nearly coming off if it weren't for his clunky shoes. Though one was tossed aside to slip the pant leg off, for better access of course. Medkit sat bare against rough ground as rocks dug into his skin, though the cool relief afterwards felt amazing. But the sensation of the cold air hitting his burning skin was quickly replaced by forceful shoving and pulling of his legs, Subspace trying to open the doctor's legs. Medkit was too focused on the anticipation than how filthy it was to be sitting on the ground while doing this.
Though the doctor's anticipation was quickly turned on it's head as the scientist rubbed at his clit, instead of putting it in him immediately. The doctor whined rolling his hips to try and meet the rhythm, but they grabbed him by the hips with their free hand, stopping him from moving. Subspace loved treating the medic unfairly, controlling their movements and making it known that they had control over everything. Power play could be a way to describe it, but it wasn't quite that.
Medkit could feel the wetness caused by his arousal on his inner thighs, he knew there was no need for prep, but maybe that's why the demon wanted to do it. The scientist knew better, they could tell, they could feel it. There was no need to toy around, but it still wanted to, it confused the doctor; but nonetheless accepted it with open arms. Subspace trailed two fingers down from his clit to his folds, lubricating them before slowly easing them in.
It didn't burn much, though it felt more strange as something entered his body, especially after such a long time. Subspace was gentle, careful not to hurt the doctor even despite wanting to, it could do that when they actually got to sex. The scientist watched as their fingers slid deeper and deeper into the doctor, having not a single issue or pause to adjust half way. It curled it's fingers up, waiting for Medkit to adjust to the intrusion, the care that the demon showed made his stomach flip, even if it was rare.
The medic rocked his hips forwards as a silent signal that he was ready, and Subspace wasted zero time moving. The doctor choked out a squeal and he felt fingers drag out of his slowly only to quickly force themselves inside at an angle, the sharpness of the scientist's nails only added to the feeling. Sharp nails being so rough, but gentle enough so it didn't cause any bleeding, thought it wasn't like Medkit would complain.
The scientist's regard for being gentle was slowly wearing off, it's actions becoming more quick and harsh. Fingers slamming against his cervix with a painful ache that quickly got covered up by the bubbling pleasure in his gut, coiling around itself so hard he thought he'd die before coming. Subspace leaned closer to the medic’s neck, nipping instead of biting, whispering words of praise mixed with degrading ones. It was one single phrase that made Medkit reach that peak though, a simple two words, ‘good boy’.
Before the doctor could warn the other his legs tried to clamp together, though unable to close fully due to Subspace sitting in between them. His legs shook as they clung to the sides of the scientist trying so hard to close yet failing as his orgasm racked through his body, his back arching and rolling his hips trying to ride his high down slowly. Though Subspace had another plan in mind, which didn't include stopping or giving the doctor any time to recover. The scissoring motion slowed down but never quite stopped, wanting to overwhelm the medic but not quickly.
The scientist never stopped their pace, watching the doctor as he writhed in discomfort which turned to overstimulating slowly but surely. Medkit tried to force the demon out, grasping onto it’s arm as an attempt, but the action was quickly shut down. Subspace gave him a nasty glare, so Medkit removed his hands and took it, to which the other praised with a quiet but noticeable ‘good boy’. The doctor's overstimulation was quickly overshadowed by his gut tightening again, body still not completely down from his high which made him terribly sensitive.
Subspace felt the man clench down on his fingers, taking the initiative to change the position, getting impatient but not sloppy in the slightest. The scientist backed up a bit, taking it’s fingers which were coated in a thick layer of slick, which they found amusing. Gripping onto Medkit's hips and pulling the demon further from the wall, they made careful notes so the doctor would be forced to look at it's work. Before the medic could even complain the scientist threw one leg over it's shoulder, pressing their body weight onto the other, giving Subspace a free hand to abuse the doctor's cunt however they pleased.
Pain shot through the doctor's leg, bone being pressed straight into tender muscle and flesh, weight crushing it down making him squirm. Though it wasn't unbearable, it was a sharp pain digging into his leg but the sensual feeling or Subspace toying with him drowned it out, like a sweet bandaid slapped onto a wound. If the doctor thought he'd be sore tomorrow he was certain now, maybe even unable to walk if Subspace kept this up, but that was probably the goal in the end.
The scientist resumed his pace, easily gliding his fingers into the doctor. That small break was over but even now he felt as if he was going to burn from the inside, fingers setting a relentless pace this time, as if the demon's arm would never go numb or tire. As if Medkit fell right into their plan, he was forced to watch the scientist scissor him, not being able to look up or down to hide his shame. He could feel his face was burning with a mix of emotions that ranged from shame to lust, it felt like he was being torn up from the inside and he felt guilty that he liked it.
Curled fingers teased his insides and every time he tried to move, the grip on his leg would tighten. Subspace pressing more weight down onto his leg, sending sharp jabs of pain through his body, pain that slowly melted into pleasure. Pain and pleasure muddled together, like it was a storm and the mud washed over the sidewalk leaving it barely noticeable. The medic's insides clenched and spasmed around the other's fingers, he couldn't even bother to hide the noises that left his lips, too far gone in the feeling to focus on that.
Medkit chased his high, rocking back and forth the best he could, the most Subspace would let him, desperately trying to meet the thrusts that stabbed at his cervix. Not bothering to care the slightest bit about how overwhelmed he was, the way overstimulation tinged inside of him. The way the wire in his stomach knotted itself so hard despite it trying to come slowly, the doctor chasing it, trying to force it out of himself.
Subspace was having the time of it's life, the scientist grinning as they watched the doctor become undone below them. Sprawled out on the ground making sweet noises surely only he would hear, the demon would kill someone if it meant they could hear them at least a few more times. Maybe he should record them next time, and listen to them over and over again in it's free time. Listen to the part where Medkit comes undone because of it, that'd be an amazing thing to hear even if not real, like a souvenir for the road.
Medkit hadn’t even realized he'd reached that peak, too blissed out that he didn't even realize that it had come crashing down. His legs rapidly twitched and his chest heaved up and down trying to cling onto any air that he could claw back into his lungs, struggling to breathe or even do basic functions as the only thing that consumed him was how good he felt. The doctor was unsure he'd ever have another experience like that once he came to his senses.
The medic's post bliss was short and sweet, before he was snapped back to reality like a slingshot when thumbs pawed at his hips, soothing and careful not to rip him from the moment. Moments passed before the doctor actually got a grip on his thoughts, the adrenaline slowly seeping away but not leaving fully. Despite finishing twice back to back he still felt pent up, and one look at Subspace's condition could easily tell they felt the same.
The scientist felt it’s dick twitch at the sight of the doctor, normally so put together now all messy, clothes stained and hair frizzy. Not to mention how he had a look in his eye that looked so spent but still yearning for more, like he was begging for it without even needing to utter a word. Medkit couldn't pinpoint when exactly the other had fixed his legs, though the dull ache was still there despite the pain being lifted. He assumed that they were moved back into a normal resting position while he was coming down, a fleeting thought pinged at his mind.
Didn't they hate each other? I mean they were supposed to right, after all they had done to each other, how badly they fucked each other up physically and mentally. Even if one was worse at one or the other, it was a almost certain fact they were supposed to hate each other. So why were they doing these things, treating each other with care and obedience, why was that?
The doctor must have drifted off into the thought, not realizing it until he had fingers dully snapping in front of his face. The blurry vision of fingers snapping together, quiet noise clicking in his ears as a sort of reminder, akin to an alarm. An alarm snapping him from his metaphorical sleep, notifying him to come back to the real world, back to the situation at hand. Thrown back into the harsh reality of it all, though currently it was sweet and savery, something he'd think about for days after it was all over.
Medkit's vision unblurred, his eyelid lazily drooping down, though shot open once his high finally settled. It settled like dust, lingering but no longer clouding his senses, like dust in a way that it was still buzzing but less known. The scientist grinned down at the demon, a short stifled giggle escaping it as they found a new thing to play with later on, a little fact they'd keep in their pocket to use down the road. Filthy thoughts flooded the scientist's thoughts, nearly forgetting what it had planned until it's dick throbbed at the thoughts.
Subspace was thrown right back into the moment, fully aware and knowing exactly what it wanted. “We're not quite done yet! Help a friend out, will you Meddy?” The scientist watched as Medkit stabled himself against the ground and pushed himself up, though not getting far as a hand pressed down, gently but firm. Pushing the doctor all the way back down, the movements had a purpose and showed no hint of stopping l until he felt his back hit the rocky ground below. Subspace had a plan in mind, he had yet to set action to, and they weren't stopping until they had it completed.
Subspace saw the way the doctor tried to sit up, intending to suck him off again, though it had other plans. “No no, Medkit! I don't want to use your mouth,” The scientist paused, giving the medic time to realize what they had in mind, and it clicked fast. The doctor tensed, stiffening like a statue, the scientist didn't want his mouth nor throat; It wanted to fuck the medic, the real deal, like old times. The thought terrified Medkit, and despite his fear he felt the settled buzz in-between his stomach spark up again.
It ignited like a piece of wood doused in gasoline, gut tightening the more Subspace trailed on — “I want to use you! More specifically your cunt, this time.” The scientist's words were foul and vulgar, making it seem like the demon didn't care for the medic one bit, intending to use him like a sleeve. Which was partially true, the scientist wanted to ruin the doctor, use him like a simple fleshlight, but it wouldn't discard him after. It wanted to show care to Medkit, even despite all their differences they did deeply care for the man.
Medkit felt his heart in his ears, pounding and clouding his senses. His throat stung painfully as he tried to swallow down nothing, trying to bring himself out of shock. The doctor struggled to believe this was real, in this time, in this place, with Subspace out of all people. But the aching pain in his body and the heat between his legs made it obvious it wasn't some dream.
The medic wasn't turning it down; he did trust Subspace in a sense, he had no doubt that the scientist would stop at any time. But he couldn't trust himself, he already felt so much shame and embarrassment from the scene alone. He knew the scientist would stop at any given moment if he had said to, but he was afraid to let himself go. Fearful of unraveling in the demon's hands, but the thought pricked at his arousal. Maybe he was too far gone already.
The doctor reluctantly nodded his head, he wasn't uncomfortable in any way, but hesitant to show submission. Looking up from half lidded eyes, trying to look at Subspace the best he could manage, his neck cramping and eyes aching from the angle. The scientist, once again, wasn't happy with the hesitation, it needed a clear answer. Subspace dragged Medkit further away from the wall, releasing the strain on the poor medic’s neck.
“Yes or no, Med. A simple nod isn't enough, I need to hear your voice. Can I?” Subspace felt so high, like it was on a throne meant for them. Like Medkit's voice was a perfect gift wrapped in gold and lined with diamond ribbon, like the doctor's submission was the thing it'd been waiting for its entire life. They couldn't wish for anything more, seeing the medic in such a state was perfect.
Biting the skin of his lip the doctor fought all his urges, his thoughts screaming at him to just vocalize his needs. His eye flicked from the scientist's face down to it's sex, swallowing down nothing but dry air that stung his throat. He tried to weigh the cons and pros, mind jamming up, like rusty gears. His brain tried to pick and choose, but ultimately gave up, his desires becoming too much for him to logically deny.
The doctor's breathing hitched and stuttered, chest rising trying to ready itself for speech. Medkit parted his lips, his mouth and throat dry, making it painful to form anything. “Yes… Yes, christ— Please, you can!” The man begged. Eye shutting closed trying to avoid seeing the glee on the scientist's face, trying to distract himself from the shame. Muddied thoughts and urges, desires that needed to be filled so desperately, made it so hard to think.
Subspace’s eye flicked down the doctor's figure, it’s actions becoming almost rapid as their body shook slightly but noticeably. Gratification flooded it's senses, visibly pleased by the doctor's plea, so proud of themselves for turning him into this state. Seconds passed, although they felt like minutes, without the demon speaking. Medkit felt anxiety twinge at his thoughts. What if that wasn't what Subspace wanted to hear? He almost wanted to retract the statement and set off on his own way, to help himself later.
Though his overthinking was cut short as he heard dull shuffling on the ground, rocks parting for something else in their way, movement disrupting their still environment. Subspace worked with a quick pace, it's voice breaking the silence in the air, as if a blessing from God to silence his thoughts. “Turn around for me, on your knees. Does that work for you, Meddy?” The demand was firm, the question theoretical not a real one, teasing words as there was no turning back.
Medkit's body tensed slightly, hesitantly but obediently maneuvering himself. Turning himself around as rocks dug into his knees, digging into his joints and muscle, wincing at the pain. The scientist snickered to itself, reaching a hand out, kneading at flesh, trying to soothe the other for what would happen. A caring gesture that they took pride in, the doctor mattered so much to them after all, more than words could describe.
Rubbing gentle circles into the man's hips, as another hand leaned forward and slowly pushed the medic down, clinging to the back of his neck firmly; Almost as if a warning, one he would surely not disobey. The doctor's face hit the ground chest soon following close behind, his arms forcefully digging into dry ground and rocks. His back arching, just as the scientist wanted.
The scientist lifted it’s arm, dragging it's nails along the doctor's back, sending violent shivers down his spine. Noticing the tremble in the doctor's body, stiff and tense, making Subspace want to hurry up, though they did have self control. The demon guided it's hand down to his dick, positioning itself at the doctor's entrance. Their hand continued to make gentle circles into the medic's hips, drawing them out, trying to coax the man to relax.
Medkit got the sign, drawing in a long breath begging for his body to relax. It was only a little, the slightest bit, his body relaxing just enough so Subspace didn't struggle. Subspace muttered praise under it’s breath, not silent but quiet enough for the medic to hear; causing sparks in his gut, bucking his hips gently against the scientist. The scientist didn't even need lube with how wet the other was, probably would've been able to fit all the way in with one movement; But it held back.
The scientist let out a quiet groan, shutting it's eye and collecting itself, not wanting to lose it's composure so early. The doctor could barely focus, trying to rock his hips and get more, he wanted it so badly, needed more. Weakly digging his fingers into the rocky ground below, they had barely even gotten it in and he was already so needy. Greedy would be a good word to describe it, but it wasn't quite that. Overwhelming craving, maybe — an itch.
The demon's gentle circles on the medic's hips turned to a rough grasp, clawing at him to keep still, to wait. Medkit got the memo, stopping his hips but failing to stop the pathetic whine that vibrated in his throat. Subspace inhaled deeply, it's iris shaking rapidly as it tried to contain their excitement. The scientist let go of themselves, hand trailing backup to Medkit's hips, running them up his sides, grasping at flesh every so often as it slowly pushed itself inside.
They were only halfway in before the medic muttered a quiet plea, a beg for the scientist to hurry up. Subspace heard it and quickly readjusted their plan, sliding their hand over Medkit's back, pushing him down into an even deeper curve. The demon clawed at the other's hips, grasping for balance before slamming itself into the man. The scientist hissed at the sudden sensation, a groan bubbling in it's throat but not enough to be heard.
the doctor choked out a whimper mixed with a squeal, legs trembling so horribly that he felt like they'd give out any second. The scientist's earlier prep proved to be useful — although it wasn't needed badly, the doctor could feel his insides stretch and burn. Imagining what it would feel like without the prep before sent a shiver down his spine, and a surge of heat between his legs. The medic felt himself burning up, like he was on fire, sweat beading on his face and nipping under his clothes.
Subspace was quick to regain it’s composure, while Medkit was worse for wear. Sucking in short, rapid breaths, and they hadn't even started to move. It was pathetic, but in an endearing way, somewhat cute to the scientist. Leaning down, praise trailing from their mouth, littering the man with kisses, coaxing him down from the initial shock. The doctor struggled to keep himself somewhat relaxed, muscles locking up; Trying to defend against the sudden intrusion, struggling to not lock up entirely.
Every moment he made only ground up against his insides, causing heat to ignite in every place he could think of. Relaxing sent dull scratches of pleasure up his body, but tensing up also did. The medic's brain was so fogged over, his body didn't even work or respond, every move causing another drop of sensation to the pool on his stomach. Thumbs pawed at his hips aiding a comforting touch, it was gentle, grounding him back to the situation. The rough texture of one of the scientist's mangled hand helped distract him from getting lost in the pleasure.
Medkit wasn't sure if Subspace realized it, if he was playing right into their hands but he couldn't find it in him to care. Slowly time dragged by, brain blowing away his haze, dusting itself off like rusted gears so he could finally work again. Slowly gaining the ability to function cognitively, not like a plastic doll who is created and purposed for sexual needs. But maybe he'd like to be viewed that way, to be seen only as an object for sexual desires.. He caught himself, instantly swiping that thought away and hoping it would never bubble up again.
Praises trailed from Subspace's lips like a soft kiss to his racing and muddied thoughts, kisses planted onto his skin — Rough and coarse lips with a gentle urgency that helped him calm down. Few minutes felt like hours, time was nothing to the two at the very second, more focused on each other, ignoring feelings that teased at the surface; begging to slip through. Though neither of them let it slip, keeping a tightened grip on the idea.
“Are you back yet, Meddy?” Subspace teased, obviously making fun of the doctor's haze moments before. It had no shame, not bothering to hide it's amusement, seeming cruel to most but charming to the medic. In a strange way the medic found the scientist's teasing comforting, bringing aid to conflicting feelings. Light hearted teasing words all the way to taunting and ridiculing, reminding him that the scientist hadn't changed much, and while it normally would have been something he would've hated, it was comforting.
Medkit breathlessly whispered a short ‘yeah’, swallowing down thick gasps of air, trying to ground himself once more. The scientist thought for a short while, teetering on making the doctor beg once more for it's own enjoyment — or to carry on to please them both. The scientist took the latter, sparing the poor doctor from any more damage to his ego. And the doctor would thank the gods above that the demon pitied him, thankful for pity — just this once.
The scientist picked itself up, still hunching over Medkit, hand pressed heavily onto the back of his neck. Rocks dug into the side of the doctor's face, threatening to break the soft skin, ironic how they wouldn't; despite feeling as if they would. The pain was just enough to keep him grounded, as Subspace began to rock their hips. Bunny humping gently, it was so sweet but so mocking, a reminder of how easily he got lost in pleasure.
Medkit couldn't find enough care, burning body and the carnal desire to please outweighed the shame and