Work Text:
Mapic was bricked as fuck. And hey that would be totaly fine and natural if it wasnt in the middle of a god awful battle with the enemy team. A 1v2 to be exact against Flame and Mane.
Honestly it was stupid. Why did he have to get so turned on by violence. As Flame swung is sword at him he managed to dodge and barely duck an attack from Mane at the same time.
There was no way he could keep this up for long without any help. And right he was. Cause not even a few seconds later he got caught by surprise and tumbled to the floor. Now being held to the ground with a sword against his neck.
And if that wasnt bad enough, the though of dying and losing another heart. He was painfuly obviously tenting in his jeans. Mapic was just hoping that they would kill him before they noticed. The death he could come back from, the embarrasment might actualy end him though.
Too bad Mane turns out to be pretty observant. "You're sick you know?" The words were laced with a disgust and anger. Mapic was ready to die, he knew what Mane ment. "You're one sick freak."
The sword was pressed to his neck even harder, breaking the skin and drawing blood.
"What do you mean?" Flame asked clearly not as all seeing as the other.
"Hes fucking straining in his jeans in the middle of combat!" Yeah fuck. Mapic felt like pressing himself into the sword and taking himself out wasnt that bad of an option anymore.
"You're getting off to this? That is sick."
Mapic was ready to be put on blast in chat and ridiculed about his predicament. What he got instead was Mane shoving a boot between his legs and putting pressure on the tent already there. Mapic was pretty sure he was drooling a bit.
"Oh fuck! You actually like this don't you?!"
The boot was moved and the sword was removed. The pressure on his neck gone as well. But the relief didnt last long.
He was quickly picked up by his shirt and shoved against the nearest wall. Which just so happened to be the courthouse. So much for the law enforcements. His hands pinned to his side with Mane's knee between his legs, and Flame at his side with his sword.
"You're properly disgusting you know? Walking around like a whore, cock hard in your pants from a few punches?" Flame spat, as Mane brought up an exploratory hand to Mapic's nipple.
"Fuck!"
"I wonder if you're really that sensitive everywhere?" The words were dripping with a fake sweetness and the hand on his chest pinched the nub, not hard enough to really hurt, but certainly hard enough to make him arch his back. Yea there was no way he was going to ever live this down.
Hard enough as it was to keep his moans and whimpers down he was trying his best. Which, his best seemed to be failing him right now.
"You're one loud bitch arent you? Whimpering like a bitch in heat from my knee are we Mapic? Think you can take on 2 of us at once? Or do you think that might break your voice?"
The words were followed by Mane grinding his knee up harder and faster against the other, Flame bringing the flat of his blade to the other's throat, and Mapic was gone.
Just that alone was enough to make him come in his jeans like a teenager.
"You fucking slut! Dirtying my jeans and ruining the fun for us!" Mane took a step back, giving Mapic room to fall to the floor and curl in on himself.
"Dang, we barely even did anything to you." Flame spoke also backed up a bit.
"I guess you just really are that much of a whore."
"We better hurry up and finish this match , i got a video i need to get out , I think I got some spare clothes at the spawn in Zam's house , get you all cleaned up to fight again. "
"Wait what?! No-"
"What? You really thought we were going to just leave you to walk around and tell everyone about how easy you were to please?"
"Fuck you."
"I don't think you've earned that much yet. Humping my thigh seemed enough for you either way." Mane laughed.
"We'll give you a few minutes to calm down. We'll meet you back at the spawn when you're good and ready to continue fighting. Don't worry though, i'm sure your next round will be just as satisfying."