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The burning pain is unbareable. Clean shot to his upper left thigh, no exit, the bullet still in his leg. Leaning against the wall, Jäger tried his best to stabalize his leg. Lucky for him that he made it to a secluded area, a tiny house in this godforsaken spanish village.
It was supposed to be a simple mission, secure Dr.Miller, wait for extraction. They did just that, all they had to do is wait for the extraction helicopter. But that’s when they got ambushed.
It was chaotic, the house that they were in got surrounded by the vigilante group. Assessing the situation, they agreed to leave the place and make it to the backup extraction zone. Unfortunately for Jäger, he got seperrated in mids of the battle. And thats’s exactly when a stray bullet hit him.
Looking around the house he was in, Marius first went to the kitchen. Limping in pain and holding onto whatever he could grab, he looked through the cabinets. It looked like luck was more on his side than he thought, finding a small med kit after some time. With it he could definitely patch himself up enough to make it out of this village.
Grabing it, he spotted a couch further in and slowly made his way over there.
„Fuck, scheiß Bein..ugh“,(Fuck, shitty leg..ugh), he muttered in pain. Thinking about how much worse it could’ve been, but instead he was able to make it to this place unnoticed, since the focus was all on the Doctor.
Or so he thought.
Sitting down, he gave a pained grunt, feeling the sharp, hot pain spread through his entire leg. Awkwardly he unfasted his gunholster and painfully pulled down his pants enough, so that he could reach the wound. Taking some bandages from the med kit, he started with stopping the bleeding by putting pressure on the wound and filling it with wound gauze. Halfway through he had to take of his helmet and his balaclava, since those were a hindrance.
Occupied by the pain and having to focus on patching himself up correctly, Marius didn’t notice the rustling behind him.
Once he was done with his work, that’s when he felt it. Something hard touching the back of his head and hearing the cocking sound of a gun, making Jäger freeze his motions.
„Ain’t this Rainbow’s finest.“, spoke the deep voice behind him, clearly amused about the situation.
Well, it really isn’t a favourable situation to be in, thought Marius, quiet literally with his pants down and injured enough to limit his ability to fight. Out of habit, his gaze drifted to his left, were his gun was inside the holster.
But noticing this, the man behind him grabbed it.
„Now, now, don’t get any funny ideas.“, there was the sound of his gun being dropped further away.
„See, I watched you sneak away. And I noticed the limp. That’s when I decided that you are gonna answer me some questions.“
Jäger was eaqually confused and anxious by those words. That he felt the gun being removed from the back of his head was only a small comfort.
The stranger walked around the couch and plopped down on the left side next to Jäger, making the other flinch. The motion was making his leg ache again.
„If I can’t get the Doctor, then this might as will be a fine replacement. It is pretty frustrating to get the important information on rainbow nowadays.“, with that he also took Jäger’s radio of his vest, making it impossible for him to call for backup.
Now all Jäger could do was look at the mysterious man. Looking up, the first thing he noticed was the mask. A skull like shape and to his opinion, it was kinda funny. There is no need for the fashion statement on the field.
The next thing he noticed was that he seemed just a bit taller than him, definitely larger in mass. Which means that this won’t be an easy situation to get out off. He can’t fight which his stupid leg and his weapon being taken away too.
Marius was pulled from his analayzing when he saw the skull mask tilting to the side, as if to tell him to say something. And there was one thing that came to mind.
„Fuck you“, plain, simple and yet, it felt good in this shitty situation.
But there was a different reason why the other man was studying him. He was in fact taking in the man in front of him too, since Jäger took of his balaclava his face was visible. And what a face it was indeed.
Not many people captivated Deimos interest, such things never took his focus of the important matters. If anything, he liked to deal with things swiftly and efficently.
So he was surprised to find that Jäger was, what could only be described as, pretty. Rough features in the right places, but with the most beautiful and stunning eyes. And how pathetically angry they looked as he was cussed out.
It reminded Deimos of a kicked puppy.
„No need to be so rude. It’s only one or two question about out dear friend Harry.“, with that Deimos put his gun away, seeing no need for it, knowing he could easily overtake the other. Also because he was about to need both of his hands.
„Well, good luck with that.“, answered Marius, as he thought about any possible way of escape. „The only thing I will tell you is that you can fuck off- ahhnng!“
Marius gave a small shout as he felt the bruning pain, as Deimos put his hand on top of his freshly bandaged wound and squeezed.
„And here I thought rainbow was all about manners and idiotic rules.“, loosing his grip on the other mans leg, he placed it a bit underneath the wound. It was a threat, staying close to it, even if Jäger put both his hands on his wrist to push the hand away after the pain. But Deimos’s hand was not moving away.
„ahhng- fuck you, ah I just fixed that.“, complained Marius, keeping his hands on the wrist of the man, as the hand was laying still on his leg, but at least not directly on his wound. Which started to bleed again, as red seeped through the bandages.
It made Marius panic even more, he must have lost quiet a bit of blood getting here and now this fucker is gonna make it even worse with making the bleeding start again.
In his head, thoughts of who, why and will he make it out alive started to consume him and he couldn’t stop thinking about it, making it impossible to focus on the situation at hand. He was getting light headed as well, probably conected to the blood loss.
„Oh, my bad. Maybe you should try to be more cooperative. And insulting me is getting you no where.“, he lightly squeezed Jäger thigh again. It may be not on the wound directly, but the skin being pulled by the motion stings like a bitch.
That just resulted in Marius grunting out in pain again. One of his hands stayed on Deimos’s wrist, but his other hand slid down to the empty space next to him, grabbing the edge of the couch there, as if that would help his pain.
„Sure, yeah, what- what is that you want?“, said Jäger.
„See, isn’t so hard.“, Deimos was sitting more comfortably, hand on Jägers thigh and looking around the house as he talked. „It wasn’t hard to figure out Harry’s actions, but it does prove to be difficult to track him down. I want to know of his whereabouts.“
„That’s all? If that was it, then you didn’t have to fuck up my wound again.“, one thing that Marius was always good at, is that he will not back down without a fight. „You need something to write it down on? Not sure if you are able to remember simple things.“
Not taking the bait, Deimos stayed quiet, just listening to Jägers laboured breathing.
Which was a mistake on his part. „Of course Harry covers up his tracks, but there is one thing that even he forgets sometimes and that is that-“, with a fast movement, Marius took his arm that was holding the wirst away and punched the other man right in the middle of his stupid mask with his elbow, to which there was a loud, pained groan.
„That you can go to hell du dummer hurenshohn“(you dumb son of a bitch). Marius turned towards him a bit, enjoying the way the other was clutching his mask in pain. He knew that he would regret this, but it felt way too good not to do.
Getting over the inital pain, Deimos was quick to react. Swiftly he was on top of Jäger, one knee between his legs and a hand was wrapped around his throat, pushing him hard into the couch. He was actually careful not to choke him too much, for that his other hand moved down to the wound again. And this time he didn’t hold back.
Jäger screamed out from the pain, trying his best to push Deimos off of him and especially the hand away from his leg. Only after some time, probably after the man on top of him was satisfied with the pain he caused, the hand let loose.
Marius’s head fell backwards on the couch as he loosely held onto the hand on his throat. He was panting, overwhelmed by everything. It was really hard to focus for him, his eyes tried to look at the man but he couldn’t really see. All he felt was a burning, numbing pain in his lower half of his body.
He was tired. All he felt was pain and it’s not like he could get away from this man, Marius started to feel helpless. And he hated feeling that way.
And for Deimos, he already knew what he was gonna do before entering this house. Which was to keep this one alive. Hell, he could have killed him easily with one precise shot, but it was true that intel is scarce. So he wanted to let this one go and plant a tracker on him.
But what he did not know is that this one is pretty. And he had some fight in him too, he liked it when they would rather fight than give up easily. Such as it is, it has been some time since he enjoyed the company of someone else. So now his mind is set on two things.
Make the pretty guy below him moan for him and to make it easier later to plant the tracker.
So Deimos took his other hand, the one that was not holding his throat and placed it on his chest. Feeling around the surprisingly firm chest, massaging it where ever he wanted. Taking extra care to his pecs.
Which of course confused Marius, „He-hey what the fuck are you doing?“.
He lifted his head, trying to get some strength back, but the hand on his throat resticted his movements.
The only answer he got was a „Hmm“, as the man on top of him started touching his upper body. And it did not stay that way for long, as the hand went down towards his crotch and hip.
Once Marius felt the hand on his side, playing with the hem of his underwear, panic setteled in his stomach. And he cursed his luck, for that he had to remove his pants to patch up his wound, which for every extra layer between them he would be so grateful right now.
„Stop- what are you- don’t fucking touch me!“
With new strentgh, Marius put both his hands on the wandering hand and pushed it away with all he got, at the same time trying to wretch his body out of this mans hold.
And it worked, the wiggeling made it harder for Deimos to continue.
„Do you actually think you can tell me what to do.“, he said as he struggled with the man below him, but that’s when an idea popped up in his head. „Maybe I should’ve just killed you.“
With that he took his hand backwards and threw a precise punch to Jägers face, not knocking him unconscious, just hard enough to make him stop his fighting.
Letting go and standing up in front of Jäger, he looked down and watched as the other held a bleeding nose, doubling over in pain.
Walking to the kitchen, he said „It’s a wonder how someone like you even got in the military. I mean you got the standard requirements for it.“.
Earlier he saw a bottle of whiskey on the counter, now he grabbed it, just like the bottle of olive oil, and walked back, but this time behind the couch where Jäger was still clutching his face, whining in pain.
„But having such a pretty face like that, you shouldn’t even make it out of boot camp. Who knows, maybe you do know how to suck a dick or two.“, chuckling at his words, he opened the bottle.
Grabbing Jägers face, he tilted it backwards and placed his thumb on the side of his mouth and pulled it open. Enough so that he could pur down the brown liquid.
He saw that some got swallowed by the surpise, but eventually the other started coughing, some of it for sure going down the wrong pipe.
Deimos let go, smirking as he watched him struggle. Lifting his own mask up a bit, he took a swing of his own, enjoying the burn as it went down.
„And you can’t even drink on your own, how pathetic.“
Walking in front of Jäger again, he grabbed him by his hair and forced his head back, before taking another swing and dropping the bottle on the ground. This time he didn’t swallow it himself, but he placed his mouth on top of Jägers slightly open one and let the liquid slide down.
Once finished, Deimos was quick in putting his hand over Jägers mouth, holding it closed.
„Be a good boy and swallow that for me.“
Marius stared angryly at him, not wanting to comply at all, all he felt was pain and now the burn of the whiskey. But his need for air was bigger and him trying to push the hand of his mouth didn’t work, so he reluctantly swallowed it down.
Once Deimos saw the bobbing of his throat, he let go of his mouth. Which Marius was grateful for, as he took some big heaps of air, only interuppted by his coughing.
„There we go, so you do actually listen.“, remarked Deimos, it was so much fun for him seeing the man like this. And not only that, but it really started to make him harder, thinking of all the other positions he could put the other go through.
„Go fuck yourself.“, Marius had to cough again before continuing, „I can’t wait to kill you.“
„Hahhah, aren’t you funny. Maybe next time we can arrange something, but for now I will have my fun.“
„There will-hey let go!- Fuck-“, Marius wasn’t able to finish his sentence, being interrupted by being forcefully pushed down on the couch.
He could only catch himself on his arms in time, as he was twisted around, so that he was on all four.
„Ahhhh, scheiße“, he screamed out in pain. He was on his knees and his injured leg was stinging so badly, he felt it pulsating. The pain and the whiskey made his mind foggy, but he was also starting to feel genuinly scared. He was scared of what that cunt was gonna do to him.
So he tried to fight back, even if the pain was gonna kill. Trying to get up, only to have his head pushed into the couch. The hold on his hair hurt, but that didn’t stop him from trying to pull away.
It was pure panic he was feeling, the only thing he cared for is to get away.
Deimos saw that, it made him smile, so he took his gun and pointed it next to his hand that was in his hair.
Marius felt the cold metal on the back of his head and the cocking of the gun made him freeze his movements.
The next thing that happened is that he felt Deimos lean down on top of him, his chest pressed to his back.
A dark, deep voice spoke right into his ear, „Do you really think you can get out of this? You aren’t stupid, are you? So stop-“, Deimos pushed the gun hard against his skull, „-fucking-“, and one last time he knocked it against his head, „-moving!“.
After that, the gun was removed. Marius didn’t fight back anymore. It was the realisation that hit him and fuck, if that didn’t make him feel empty, emotionless. And almost to prove that, he heard the next few words,
„It doesn’t matter that you are just pretty enough for me to deal with your tantrum, but anymore and you will not be walking out of here alive.“.
With the gun gone, Deimos used his free hand and placed it right on top of Jägers ass. This time he didn’t waste time by roughly pulling down his underwear.
„No, no, please don’t“, the touch of the gloved hand on his ass was alien. He felt it moving, touching him everywhere, before it was gone again.
But he heard some rustling, Deimos was removing his gloves and opened the olive oil bottle that he took with him earlier.
Hearning the movement behind him stop, Marius was still surprised by the next touch. It was a warm hand on his ass, moving around mostly by his hole. But not only that, his other hand went towards his front and took his dick in his hand, slowly starting to move.
Pressing his face into the couch, as if trying to escape this whole thing, Marius begged, „Please, don’t do this- hnn- stop please.“
„So sweet, pleading won’t get you anywhere.“, Deimos was for now just playing around his hole, not moving in. Not before he made the man below him hard.
He may be doing all of this, even if he didn’t want this, but he really wanted to see the pretty guy melt under his touch, moan from his work. He never liked it if they are in pain.
„It does sound good when you beg though, but soon you will beg for me to touch you more.“
„Fuck you hng“, the hand on his dick was relentless. Marius wanted it to stop. Everything should stop. And his body betrayed him.
The touch eventually made him start to get hard. The man on top of him wasn’t being rough at all and that made it impossible to resist the pleasure he started to feel.
„See, it doesn’t have to be bad. Just relax for me, pretty thing.“, he noticed this too, smirking as he felt him get hard. So he took it further. Patient but not patient enough, he dipped one finger into him, slowly slipping in and out.
And Marius felt the panic again by this. „Stop, stop, it feels bad. Don’t-“.
His pleads fell on deaf ears. It hurt as a second finger joined the first, slowly staring to strech and move more forcefully. The hand on his dick was only a small distraction from the new pain.
His entire body hurt, the strain on his wounded leg, his head was throbbing and now his lower body felt the painful intrusion. „Please stop-ngg“.
„Just- relax, you are so tight. You make this worse for yourself.“, said Deimos in his dark voice, enjoying every moment of this.
Completely helpless, marius felt tears forming, it was all too much. And he was dissapointed in himself from feeling good by the touch on his dick, even if the fingers in his ass were feeling weird. It didn’t hurt as much anymore, thanks to the olive oil.
„I will kill you, you, no stop- sto-ahhhh hng!“, he was interuppted by a surprised moan.
There was a sudden warm, good feeling inside of him. Almost like an itch, a satisfying feeling. And then he felt it again, to which he could only moan again.
„Mhm found it, see pretty thing, this will be good for the both of us.“, Deimos purred while he put pressure on that spot again.
Jäger pressed his face hard into the couch, trying to mute any sound coming from him. But Deimos felt his dick twitch in his hand.
After stretching him some more and enjoying seeing the man below him, trying to hide how good it actually felt, he deemed him for ready. Also because he was fed up with waiting, this was all for him anyway.
So Marius first felt the hands being removed before they grabbed his hips and twisted his body. He fell sideways, his leg burned, the bandages at this point drenched with blood.
Once he was on his back, Deimos was between his legs, having grabbed him by his ankles, pulling him towards him.
„Hnng- stop“, but it was useless. There was no way out of this for him.
And Deimos wouldn’t stop anytime soon, not with such a pretty little thing right in front of him. Appreciating the view, he touched his thigh were his wound was, feeling around it with his fingertips.
„Hmm this will be fine, just a scratch.“, he said and to Marius ears it almost sounded genuine. As if he gave a fuck about his well being, and it made him angry.
That feeling was shortlived though, as he panicked yet again. He watched with tears in his eyes as the man now used his hands to open his own pants and pull himself out.
„Nein warte, bitte- please don’t -hick- do this!“(no wait, please-), new tears joined the old ones as Marius openly cried now.
For the last time, Deimos picked up the olive oil bottle to pour some on his hands, using it to cover his dick. Once ready, he took hold of Marius hips and aligned himself with his hole. But not before he got a good look at him.
Jäger was completely disheveled, the was some blood on his nose from the hit earlier and his eyes, his pretty eyes, were covered in some sweet tears. He may be still wearing that stupid sweater but even with it on, pushed up to reaveal his toned stomach, the man had a beautiful shape. The waist was just begging to be grabbed.
Which was what Deimos was doing right now. Looking straight into those beautiful eyes as he started pushing in slowly.
„Ah- please, no more unggh, bitte hör auf“, (please stop doing this), marius begged the man above him.
All he could do was to look into that stupid skull mask, as he felt him enter him. The stretch was still painful, even with the prep. With desperate hands he tried to push him away, which happened to be the arms that were holding his hip, those that were also pulling him towards Deimos.
„Mhmm fuck you feel so good“.
He felt heavenly. Deimos gave a moan as he bottomed out, now fully inside the beautiful man below him. Though he had to stay still, since he was clenching so hard aorund him that it almost hurt. So he used one of his hands and started jerking Jäger off, trying to make him feel good.
Which was met with a surprised moan, „Mahh, no don’t touch-“.
„Calm down sweetheart, just relax, ahh, and enjoy this.“, Deimos now started a slow rythm of going in and out of Marius, as he kept on stroking his dick.
And Marius wanted to die. When he started to jerk him off, he couldn’t surpress the pleasure he was feeling, trying unsuccesfully to surpress his moans. Even the slow rythm of his dick going in and out of him, weirdly started to feel good.
„Yes, yes just like that. You make some pretty noises too.“, Deimos spoke some sweet nothings, as he tried to find that spot inside of him. He wanted, no he needed, the man below him to scream in pleasure, begging him for more, breaking him.
„Ah- bitte nicht-nggh-ich will das nicht, noo-AHHmhh!“, (please don’t-nggh-I don’t want this-AHh), nothing could prepare him for how good he suddenly felt. A warm, good feeling spread through his lower body.
„Found it baby“,and with that Deimos picked up his pace, hard and fast he abused that spot. All while he still keep the hand on Jägers dick and he barely has to move his hand, as it was almost enough movement of his hips smacking against his ass.
„Mhhn please-ah“, it was hard to form sentences, as Marius was feeling the pleasure of what the man was doing to him. He didn’t want this but even so, he couldn’t deny that feeling this good was making him forget the pain. And sadly for him the man knew how to touch him.
„You should see yourself, hah.“, looking down, the sight made him nearly come right there and then. That pretty face was absolutely lewd, eyes closed but his mouth open to shamelessly moan. „ Mhm who knew you were such a slut!“.
„Ah ah I’m not-“, hearing those words , they should make him angry, but right now it made him leak more precum.
„Are not what? Moaning just like a whore, I bet you let others at Rainbow use you too.“
„I don’t, they, ahhng, ni-“, but Deimos interrupted him with a paticular hard thrust that made Jäger practically scream, „Such a pretty little slut like you, ah, I don’t believe you. Fuck, you feel so good.“
Pounding him into the couch below, his thrust started becoming faster, as Deimos felt himself getting close to cumming.
„Mhm even when they fuck you, I will make sure you will remember me.“, now directly covering him with his upper body, he used the hand that was on his hip and placed it on his throat. The dick in his hand twitched at that, making him smirk.
„Look at me slut.“, the hand tightened around his throat, „Look at me while you cum. Know who makes you feel so good.“.
Trying to focus his eyes on the mask in front of him was too much. Those disgusting words, the constant abuse of his gspot, the hand making the bloodflow to his brain almost impossible, all were enough to tip Marius over the edge. Everything felt so warm, so close and wet, so incredibly good.
„Ahh you hmahhh“, Marius came with a loud moan. More tears joined the others, as he closed his eyes from the pleasure. Holding onto the man above him, feeling dizzy.
Also because Deimos, feeling the other man cum, seeing him melt under him, impossibly thrust harder and faster, chasing his own release.
„Mhm fuck,-“, with that he came inside Jäger. Enjoying the warm feeling, he let his head rest on Jägers shoulder for a while.
When he pushed himself up again and slowly sliding out of Jäger, he noticed that he wasn’t moving. Looking at his face, he saw that he must have passed out. No surprise, from everything that happened to him, thought Deimos and gave a chuckle at that.
„Don’t worry, someone like you will always make it.“, he patted him on his cheek.
With that, Deimos got to work.
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His head was pounding really bad. Feeling himself slowly gain consciousness, Marius opened his eyes with a lot of effort. His entire body hurt, that was his first thought. Man, it really hurts.
But then the memories of the previous hours came back to him, instantly waking him up fully.
„Ughh.“, sitting up painfully, he looked around. He was still in that stupid house, but as it seems alone.
Once the inital shock was gone Marius noticed that he was infact cleaned up, especially after the things that were done to him. And to his utter horror, his wound on his leg has been newly bandaged. It looks clean, taken care of.
Not only that, but his gun and his radio are also laying by his side.