The heck :O I was just starting to write more-or-less-cute Reyes coaxing virgin!Jack to rut against his goddamn thick thigh and then you come along with this nastiness and I’m totes into it.
I’m such a leaf in the wind, you peeps. A slutty leaf in the wind. I can’t. I’m just so weak.
“Don’t look at me. Hands behind your head.” Reaper slowly rounds 76, a thrill of dark power coursing through him as the old soldier does as he is told; pressing his forehead against the dirty ground and putting his hands against the back of his neck.
“You’re pathetic. You come crawling to me just to vie for a fuck like a cat in heat. What makes you think I want some old, broken toy like you? Last time had been nothing but a pity fuck. You weren’t that good.”
He watches the long, scarred line of the soldier’s back; the tight globes of his ass. Between his sparsely haired thighs, his cock is fattening up in eagerness, even pressed against the cold, dirty concrete as it was.
Reaper slowly makes another half circle, boots thudding heavy against the ground, and watches with interest as the soldier’s cock swells a little more.
“You should apologize for being so pathetic. I feel sick just looking at you.” Out of sight, he let one hand slide between his own legs – gave the hard ridge of his cock a loving squeeze. His belly felt hot; as if it was filled with liquid metal.
76 shifts slightly, toes dragging against the floor, shoulders flexing gingerly without taking his hands from the back of his neck.
“I am sorry.”
Reaper nearly groans. he stands still and stares down at his prey.
“What are you sorry for?”
“For… being pathetic. For asking you to fuck me.”
“You weren’t asking.”
“For begging.” 76′s voice was wobbling and rough. Difficult to understand. When he swallowed thickly, a distinct scratch of someone near-tears added to the mix. “Please fuck me. I-I-I need it so bad. I tried to… – but I couldn’t come.”
“What did you try?” Reaper says – whispers, almost – reverently, gaze wandering from between the heavily scarred shoulder blades down, down, down…
“F-Fucking myself.” The soldier spits it out as if ripping off a band aid – doing it quick to lessen the pain. Reaper can feel his cock pulse in the tight confines of his pants. When he squats down, he can feel a bead of pre-cum seep into his underwear, mixing with the sweat of the skirmish they had before.
He clinically pries 76′s ass apart and stares at the wet, little muscle.
“Sí? Did fuck yourself on a toy, did you? While others were out on missions, trying not to get killed, the good little Soldier: 76 was in his bunk and fucking himself on a toy he squirrelled away. Useless slut.”
He listens to 76′s harsh, excited breathing, and doesn’t miss the jerk off his balls when he briefly touches one sharp metal claw to the shyly winking muscle.
He stands back up quickly, lest he give in and just mount the man right then and there; fuck into him just to feel the warm, needy clench of his body. Again, Reaper reaches between his thighs; rearranges his cock and indulges in a little squeezing just to take the edge off.
“Do they know you’re a cheap whore? That you’re fucking off to the enemy every chance you get, just so I can use you like a sloppy toy?”
He kicks the soldier’s legs farther apart, noting his muted sound of pain when hard metal connects with his shins in the process. When he nudges against 76′s swollen cock, the man cries out softly and digs his forehead harder against the concrete. He is sweating bullets and his back is flushed in aroused shame.
“Yes,” Reaper muses, eyes on that little, winking muscle that the soldier must have abused earlier, “You’re a used up toy. Maybe I should try and whore you out. At least get a few bucks from strangers fucking an old man on the street behind some stinking dumpster…” His underwear feels tacky, clinking uncomfortably to his dick. He wants to loosen one of his belts that is digging against the swollen head but he doesn’t want 76 to notice how excited he has gotten by all of this.
There was a certain… ritual to their weekly meetings that Reaper was clinging to desperately.
He swallows thickly and nudges an unfriendly foot against the soldier’s swollen balls.
“Well? How is it? Would you put out for random drunk bastards if I told you so?”
76′s voice, when he answers, is nothing like his usual, harsh growling. It’s high and weepy. Almost childlike.
“Yes.”
Reaper groans, head falling back briefly, chest heaving in harsh, excited breaths. He needs to get himself back under control before he can say with an obvious scratch in his voice, “Of course you would. Useless cum dumpster. Fuck, you are so pathetic. I can’t fuckin’ believe they picked you to be the face of Overwatch. Got a goddamn three dollar hooker as their so-called golden boy and left me standing in the fucking dust.”
He is barely registering what he’s saying; watching himself put his boot against the swollen, flushed cock pressed uncomfortably against the ground and grinds down against it with measured, careful pressure.
Jack is crying out; broken and pathetic, hands finally losing their spot on the back of his neck to scrabble helplessly against the dirty floor. He is whimpering and jerking without pulling away and Gabriel wants to… he wants to fucking… he wants to kick him until he’s black and blue, wants him to suffocate on his god damn cock, wants to choke him while fucking him until he’s passing out.
He wants to stare at Jack’s tired, sad face as he grunt fucks him right in front of the noses of his brainless little gang.
When Jack has stopped moving and is just breathing harsh, blowing up clouds of dust, Gabriel takes his boot away and watches the puddle of cooling cum on the floor.
“Th-th-thank you,” Jack finally jerks out. He sounds out of it; voice small and kind of far away.
Gabriel makes a sound of disgust and gets the thin blanket he put on the far away table, shakes it out and puts it over the body on the floor.
“Jackass,” he murmurs low, lingers and tells himself he is not waiting for a sign that Jack was coming back into his own head, and gets even more angry with himself when he admits that it was exactly that what he was doing before he makes a hasty retreat.
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