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It was a usual training session on a summer day, the sun burned like hell and made sure that every bare skin got tanned.
Krueger was sweating, no, he was literally melting because of the damn heat. He had his usual green compression shirt, which some parts got darker in color because of his sweat, some cargo pants and his military boots.
He eyed Nikto time to time, like he usually did. He knew that Nikto liked to watch. Watch anything that he finds interesting or disturbing or disgusting and mostly watched and observed the things he hated, and that included Krueger. He hated how he could feel Krueger's eyes on him even though he had that stupid veil covering his face. And Krueger, he wasn't an observer soul but he especially liked to watch Nikto, he liked how the man got irritated, even in the slightest. Normally you wouldn't be able to make out an emotion by only looking to Nikto's face, or what you can see from his face because of his metal mask that he wore to everywhere. But Krueger understood everything, from just looking at his eyes, seeing his nose twitch even in the slightest, made Krueger smirk under his veil. He liked to piss Nikto off, at least that was a way of passing time in the plain military days. And it was his favorite way of passing time.
The sun made Nikto's mask burn, literally. Even the inside of his mask made his skin irritated where it touched, he groaned time to time, it was annoying. The long sleeved compression shirt that he wore was the cherry on top, made him feel uncomfortable than ever in this heat. He stopped the push ups that he had been doing, he had to get this mask off of his face as soon as possible or he felt like he was going to drown in the heat surrounding his face. He got up and left the training area without saying anything.
Krueger eyed Nikto as he left, he wonder where the Russian was going, his instincts screamed at him to follow and tease him as he rarely finds the time to do so when they're alone. He didn't want to admit but when they were alone it was much easier to get under the Russian man's skin because Krueger would say anything, literally anything to make Nikto lose his sanity. The only thing motivated Krueger was his interest. He was really interested in this quiet Russian man, how others got intimidated really quickly and how everyone got silent when he entered the room made Krueger want to test the man as if he was an ancient god, testing his servant's patience. Well, it was the right time to get going, to catch Nikto alone, so he got up and left the other soldiers who were training and made his way behind the Russian.
He thought he would find him in his room, which it's door was surprisingly left wide open. Krueger's interest grew, even the thought of getting inside the man's room made him feel excited to see how Nikto would react to that. But that didn't feel quite right, going into someone's room without permission, they may be friends or rather enemies but it was wrong anyways, so he had to make something up of course.
"Hey Nikto you okay? They sent me to check if you're doing fine? You left all of a sudd-" of course it was a lie but it was the only way Krueger could think of to get into Nikto's room. He went into the room and turned right a little, to face the bathroom door inside the room and then his sentence was cut off by an unfamiliar face. Krueger felt goosebumps all over him, his body going still and his eyes going totally wider than they had ever been under his veil. The sight was, unexpectedly wild. A long wide scar going from the side of the lips to the ear on the one side of the face and several old combat knife cuts around. Wide pale blue eyes completing the whole face and matching the dirty-blond out grown buzz cut of his. Only a few second passed, they stood, unmoving. Only the slight sound of water dripping from Nikto's face could be heard if listened closely. Then Krueger backed away a few steps, "Scheiße- I.. Um.. I'm sorry" he made his way to leave only to be stopped by a strong grip on his wrist, that was the time Krueger thought to himself; well, fuck me...
He stood still, without turning his face to the Russian. "do you go into every door you see open" Nikto said. Hearing the thick Russian accent up close made Krueger feel like the sun outside had made it's way to inside. The grip got tighter when there was no answer coming from the Austrian. "I- I came here to check on you, I didn't know you were-..." he couldn't think of something to say, he would rather get a hard punch on his face from the Russian than to live in this moment. "I didn't see anything, I swear" he said, still looking away from the other man. Krueger would not be able to describe the fear and the excitement he felt in that moment elsewhere. He craved more of it, but couldn't find the courage to come up with something smart.
Suddenly, he felt a hand grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him, Nikto tilted his head down to line up with Krueger's ear and whispered, "keep your mouth shut, or else.." there was a moment of silence and tension, Krueger swallowed hardly and mumbled "okay.."
He was then shoved away harshly and quickly left the room without thinking, walking through the corridor, his brain frozen and his moves automatic. He felt sweat dripping all around his body, his breath was audible under his veil. This was weird, he had never felt something like this in his life. He felt like his stomach was flying and his guts tangling inside his body, something bad was happening to him. He found himself standing in front of his room and only then he realized he was fully hard in his pants. Was this because of Nikto? It could just be because of this disturbing sunny day, right? He tried to reason with himself but failed. He blinked a few times as he was confused but managed to get into his room and lock the door quickly. He sighed and crouched down to the floor. "Scheiße..."
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After that day, it had been almost two weeks and Krueger was still too embarrassed to face Nikto, not because of the unexpected interaction with Nikto's bare face but because what he did after that, on his own, in his room and his dick in his hand. Even the thought of that made the Austrian feel embarrassed as hell. He had imagined his coworker jerking him off and now he felt regret down to his core, he couldn't even face Nikto out in the open now. The Austrian always avoided the other man, it seemed like he was running away from him, except, Nikto wasn't really chasing him. But he surely noticed the change in Krueger's behavior, the way that the man didn't bother him anymore in any means. He wondered why but didn't do anything about it, he knew that they would eventually encounter sometime. And that time came on a mission.
The mission seemed easy, they had to get an usb driver from a highly guarded building, it wasn't likely to become close combat so they would need soldiers who are mostly quiet and swift, and that both applied for Nikto and Krueger.
Krueger was determined not to speak with Nikto outside of the mission, so he didn't make any unnecessary comment on anything as he would usually do to piss off Nikto. He still felt guilty because of what he did and didn't want Nikto to notice that something was off, so he was determined to keep his mouth shut. They were going upstairs, using the fire escape of the building which nobody had used in a long time. It was around 2 at night so nobody was around except a few guards here and there, it wouldn't be hard to deal with them. They had to walk to the 19th floor, Nikto going in the front and Krueger following quietly, he was sweating and feeling anxious, not because of the mission but because of the man in front of him. Nikto made statements on the radio to the base time to time, that was the only time Krueger heard his voice.
When they were on the 19th floor, they had to find a specific office room to get the data they needed. They started to search every room in that floor which seemed like every room was a copy of the earlier, plain and soulless office rooms. When they got into a large meeting room and just started to search, a loud fire alarm could be heard which made the both men stop and look at each other with wide eyes for a second, that wasn't on the plan. "What the fuck? " Krueger said as he checked around to see what caused this but he was caught off guard by the Russian who grabbed him tightly on his arm and pulled him to the smaller room near the room they were in, the next place Krueger found himself was in a locker with Nikto, which was too small for both of them. The door of the locker closed and Krueger rasped out "The hell is wrong with you, we didn't even see anyone coming this wa-" he was cut off by the big gloved palm of Nikto's hand, cupping his mouth under the veil "Shut up" Nikto said, his Russian accent dripping all over and triggering something in Krueger which felt oddly familiar... The locker was so small that they couldn't even stand without touching each other, and Kruger just noticed Nikto's thigh between his legs, which made him panic a little, he tried to say something but the words were muffled by the Russian's big palm, Krueger reached his hands to grab Nikto's hand which were both covering his mouth and half of his nose, blocking his breath. That was the moment a few foot steps could be heard from the meeting room, Nikto stilled Krueger and Krueger went absolutely stiff. Muffled sentences could be heard from a distance but it wasn't clear what was being said. This felt like hell, Krueger hated to be in a situation like this with the man he tried to avoid for days, he wanted to run away and never look at his damn masked face ever again which chilled his bones not from the fear but something more interesting... Krueger felt like he couldn't breathe properly, he had to make Nikto pull his hand away but his grip felt too strong like there was no way of escaping it.
Krueger struggled a little, trying to warn Nikto that he was out of breath but it was impossible to make a hint because it was both dark and uncomfortable in the locker that Nikto would just assume Krueger was trying to adjust. Minutes were passing and Krueger felt dizzy, he could still hear the fire alarm and some steps outside the room and Nikto's grip won't loosen. Krueger felt Nikto's thigh pressing between his legs all of a sudden and couldn't help but make a little noise, he panicked and his hands went up to under his veil, holding Nikto's hand and trying to get his hand away so he could breathe properly, he made a few muffled sounds and only then Nikto finally let go of Krueger's face, he immediately started to breathe again, but the former pressure made him want to cough. He just leaned forward onto Nikto's shoulder and tried to cover the cough by pressing himself onto him, he breathed heavily and then whispered "Why the fuck-" Nikto had pushed his thigh between Krueger's legs further, almost like grinding, which caught Krueger unguarded and made him gasp. Nikto's eyes slightly widened when he heard the Austrian gasp, but thankfully the dark atmosphere made it impossible to be noticed in his eyes. Then the Russian whispered "You're hard" Krueger's body went stiff, he hadn't realized that he was really hard and hearing that from Nikto just made him more flustered than he already is. Nikto moved his leg again, slower this time, it made Krueger flinch a little. He grabbed the side of Russian's big arms and mumbled "Stop it..." he could imagine the smirk appearing on the Russian's face and even the thought of it made Krueger irritated, he hated being the one who's getting played but he couldn't protest when he felt Nikto's thigh grinding against his hardness again. This felt like hell, this must be some kind of a fever dream, Krueger thought, but the warmth of the body against him told him otherwise. The Austrian let out a shaky breath. Nikto kept grinding for a while, Krueger gave everything to not to make a sound that would make Nikto smirk under his mask but he was getting weaker with every friction. "Fuck..." he mumbled under his breath, the fire alarm was still could be heard outside.
Nikto's hand went down to grab lightly on Krueger's hard on. Krueger made a pitiful sound, thank God the fire alarm was loud but he was sure that Nikto had heard him. "Do you want me to stop?" The Russian asked as his hand rested on the other man's crotch, he caressed slowly, Krueger twitched "Answer me Sebastian" Nikto ordered. Fuck , everything was too much for Krueger, the man he thought about while jerking off was now really making him on the brink of coming undone.
"Shit- no... Don't" Krueger managed to say quietly, Nikto lightly squeezed his hand which was on Krueger, the Austrian held himself back not to make any sounds he would regret later, but it was getting harder to hold himself back. Nikto lowered his voice and got closer to the other man's ear "Don't what? Soldier?" Krueger felt like the world was collapsing, the sound of the fire alarm and the awfully small and dark locker made him overwhelmed and on top of it Nikto was doing the best he could to make Krueger suffer. Nikto thrusted his palm back and forth over Krueger and then stopped for a while, Krueger's breath caught off. His grip on Nikto's arms were getting tighter and his head rested on Nikto's shoulder, seeing the Austrian squirm under him made Nikto feel overpowered and something he rather try to ignore... He smirked under his mask, pushing his other thoughts aside. He felt like he was getting the revenge of the times Krueger was being a pain in the ass. Well, that would be other way around now.
The locker was getting hotter now, with the each shaky breath Krueger took and the heavy, mostly unheard breathing of Nikto. Even though he wouldn't be likely to admit it, Nikto was enjoying this game too much, seeing, or mostly hearing the Austrian this helpless made Nikto feel a warmth inside him, something that he couldn't quite put a name onto. Nikto grabbed Krueger's chin harshly and shoved him back onto the wall of the locker, with a little thud. He could hear Krueger's shaky breaths and the little sound he made when Nikto pushed him. Krueger whined a little, he cursed to himself in his mind. He couldn't believe that this was really getting him off more than he thought about it. "Hurensohn.." he mumbled under his breath "Don't stop" he said with a quiet tone. Nikto continued to grind his thigh between the smaller man's legs while still holding his chin, he loved to hear the curse words and little gasps that Krueger let out. Nikto kept grinding against Krueger. The Austrian closed his eyes as he felt that he got closer each second. The sounds he made were heard clearly rather than being muffled noises, he only needed a few more grinds to end his pain, he could clearly feel the pre that had been leaking from his tip into his underwear. As Krueger was sweating like hell and was about to come in his pants, the fire alarm stopped. Nikto halted and Krueger whined from overstimulation as his eyes rolled back behind his veil. He was practically edged. "Be quiet" Nikto whispered as he focused on the noises outside. There was no sound coming from outside for a while, then he heard two or more men talking. The door closed and the step sounds disappeared further away, then Nikto's attention was back on Krueger.
Krueger felt tense, really tense and irritated and humiliated, in every possible way. He waited for the step sounds to completely disappear and pushed the locker, carefully but with strength. The door opened and they both went out, Krueger turned away and stepped into the bigger meeting room after checking if it was clear. "I know you didn't finish..." Nikto said quietly as he could still hear Krueger's unsteady quiet breath. Krueger cleared his throat before talking "I rather finish the mission, right now" his words were cold despite the fact that he sounded so warm and needy back there, Nikto smirked knowing that.