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Tank had to be grateful to whatever high power above allowed him to heal quicker than he would have outside this shithole. Since waking up, he had been slowly trying to get himself back into shape, but it was certainly a pain in the ass to do anything worthwhile. He was slower when he ran, he couldn't maneuver as well as he used to, and he sure as hell was weaker taking on the zombies one on one. It was a pain in the ass, and worse of all, Richtofen made it a point to tease him in his pathetic state at every chance.
The second he's back to peak condition, he is going to beat that Nazi's smug grin off his face and turn that head into paste.
But there was one thing that kept him sane enough not to snap, and that was Takeo.
If it wasn't for him, looking out for him every second, keeping the zombies off of him when he struggled, he was sure the undead freaks would have torn his insides out already. Not that Tank doubted for a second that the samurai would leave him in the dust, but it was always good to be sure that someone always had your back, especially in a hell hole like this.
These days, since their initial meeting at the roof, they had become closer. Tank found himself looking forward to their little nightly tradition. Beyond getting to know each other a lot more than before, it was one of the few times that everything around them seamed peaceful. No zombies, no demon girl, no screaming from the others, and the best part for Tank, getting some time away from Richtofen and his damn plans.
Tank couldn't quite say what this thing was between him and Takeo. Sure, he liked the man, and between the others and himself, he was confident that Takeo liked him too. At least he hoped he did, because the kiss they shared was something that hasn't left him in days.
Neither spoke of it again after the fact, and neither of them made an effort to even bring it up. Sure, there were moments when Tank would almost fall over, and before he would hit the floor, Takeo would be the first to grab him and hold him up. Then when he was stable, his touch lingered on him a little too long. Sometimes, Tank will begin to tell a story of his youth, maybe about the time in boot camp where he got chewed out for fooling around, and when he peaks over at Takeo, he'll notice for a moment that he's staring at Tank with eyes that are softer than the usual stern look he gives out in the battlefield.
But Tank refused to point it out. Not like he knew how to approach him about it. He wondered if it was just a joke. A very bad joke, which left Tank craving more from him than a simple peck on the lips. Maybe it was just the loneliness getting to them, where they sought out some kind of affection though each other, since, unfortunately for them, their party was nothing but a sausage fest for Tank.
Or maybe Tank is just a coward who didn't know how to treat a man the same way he treats a woman.
Sure, Tank was no stranger to the ways of romance and sex. He has his share of conquests, plenty of ex-girlfriends or one night stands to share stories about. Hell, he's got a child of his own to prove he ain't no blushing virgin. But Takeo wasn't some Doll he could just say some sweet words to and get into his bed.
No, Takeo was a seasoned warrior, who not only outranks Tank, but has been in the army far longer than anyone in this group. He was about honor, and Tank knew, even if he was liked more than the others, he fell short of Takeo's kind of man, if he actually liked men. He can't be swooned and swept off his feet, he doubted Takeo would even let him pick him up like some dainty thing. That felt more like Richtofen's thing, and even then, pretty sure he'd only want Nikolai to hold him like that.
Why he wanted a guy that smelled like shit and barfed all over himself, he couldn't say.
So instead, he tried to keep things the way they were. Tried to ignore his thoughts about his lips against his, about how badly he wanted to push him against a wall, and run his hands against his body, to know what it felt like to have the samurai squirm under his body.
It failed most of the time, quite miserably. But sometimes, like now, he had other problems to worry about. Like the ache in his shoulder, where the damn dog almost tore his arm off.
"God dammit..." Tank muttered in annoyance. He was in the middle of changing his bandage, electing to do it by himself. Richtofen was usually in charge of that shit, but he was in no mood to have Richtofen's grimy hands on him again, especially when all he did was push Tank's buttons. So instead, he snuck off on his own during their down time, heading to his room so he could patch himself up without being talked down to or mother henned.
He lifted his arm up, his sore muscles aching with every second he spent keeping it in the air. The bites were fading away, but he was sure it would be another scar to add to his collection that was scattered along his body. He didn't see any pus oozing out. That was a good sign. It meant sooner or later, he would be fully healed, and he wouldn't have to be dragged around like a damsel in distress.
"What are you doing?" A familiar voice spoke up.
Tank looked up from his spot on the makeshift bed, seeing Takeo crossing his arms in his usual stern fashion. He could only sigh, finishing up his cleaning. "What does it look like?"
"Wandering off by yourself... Again." Takeo huffed, as he walked over to the younger man. He knelt down, a hand on his shoulder to inspect the wound himself.
Tank rolled his eyes. "There's no freakbags around. I don't need a babysitter."
"We're supposed to look out for each other. Besides, your wounds haven't healed completely. Richtofen was supposed to check your wounds."
Tank let out a groan. "I'm not spending another second with that kraut. If I have to put up with him fondling me one more night-"
"I get it." Takeo sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Then at least let me check for myself."
"I don't need a babysitter, Tak." Tank muttered. If there was one complaint about Takeo's attention, he hated the fact the man had to watch him like he was a child.
Takeo didn't feel like arguing with Tank. They've had this talk too many times to count, but regardless of Tank's bemoaning, he approached Tank silently, and bent down to grab the fresh new bandages. "I'm not babying you, I'm helping you. So stop pouting like a child and let me change the bandages."
Tank thought about it a moment, before he relented, and adjusted himself. Takeo began to wrap the bandages around his shoulder, quietly making sure that the wound was protected by the fabric. Most times, Tank would try to talk to Takeo, make some corny joke that would make Takeo shake his head with disapproval. But today was just not his day. He was too distracted by the pain in his arm.
"You're quiet today. What's the saying Americans say... A dime for your thoughts?"
"Penny, Tak." Tank corrected. "Penny for your thoughts. But if you must know, it's just my arm. Hurts like a mother fucker."
Takeo hummed, as he finished wrapping him up. "Have I wrapped it too tightly?"
"No. You're fine. It's the bite." Tank waved it off. "It's been bothering me the last few days. Flaring, I think."
"I see." Takeo hummed. He stared at Tank's shoulder a moment longer, before he stood up. "Get some rest. If it is sore tomorrow, I can alleviate it."
That made Tank perk up at him. "Alleviate? What, you got some meds Richtofen's been holding out on?"
"No. But I can massage it for you. I would do it now, but Richtofen is demanding my assistance tonight, since that drunken idiot Nikolai is of no use, and you aren't exactly helpful with him these days."
"Hey! That kraut is asking to get his teeth punched in!" Tank defended himself.
"Yes, well, he's also the only one to fix the teleporter. So keep your fists to yourself."
Tank rolled his eyes. He was right, but he still would love to teach Richtofen a lesson. "Fine, fine. No beating up the Nazi." He rolled his shoulder a bit, trying to stretch it out. He winced a bit, but it at least felt like the bandages felt secured. He looked up at Takeo, leaning back with a bit of a frown. "So, I'm guessing our little night time meeting is cancelled?"
"Afraid so. But I will make it up tomorrow with my offer."
"Alright. Tomorrow. I'll hold you to it, Tak!"
Takeo nodded. "Good. Now, get some proper sleep before tomorrow." With that in mind, Takeo took his leave, leaving Tank alone in his room.
Tank sighed, disappointed that he'll spend the night alone. But then an idea came to mind. Nikolai wasn't doing anything. He could entertaining. So Tank got himself up, and headed back downstairs towards the front of the theater, hoping to get some entertainment.
"Ah, there is our little samurai warrior!" Richtofen perked up as Takeo came downstairs to the lobby.
Takeo merely grunted in response, as he eyed the two other men of their little band of misfits. Richtofen seemed to have found himself a box of material for the work he was trying to get done, most likely parts for the teleporter that he'll have to add to get them to their next position.
Nikolai, as always, was nursing a bottle of Vodka. How he seemed to always find some kind of supply for that rancid drink, he will never know. Maybe the little girl that chased them everywhere they went had a sense of humor and left it there for him, hoping the fool would one day drop from alcohol poisoning.
Whatever the case, Takeo merely wrinkled his nose at disgust as the Russian took another chug of his, but tried to ignore him as Richtofen spoke up again.
"So, are you done watching our poor, sick patient?" The doctor asked in a false concerned tone, flamboyantly raising the pitch of his voice.
"Dempsey is fine."
"Yes, yes, I know." He replied with little enthusiasm. "I have been doing such a fine job keeping that stupid pretty head of his alive, and yet he acts like a toddler getting a flu shot." He gave a dramatic sigh. "I swear, he thinks I'm going to kill him."
"You provoke him."
"What? Me? Never! I'm a good, highly respected doctor, I would never!" Richtofen sang, speaking through his flamboyant, playful tone.
Takeo knew he was being sarcastic, it wasn't hard to read his emotions like a book. Though his emotions were easy to read, it was his intentions that were hard to grasp. Everyone has some inkling of it, that he only needed them to help with his goals. What those goals were, he had no idea, only that he had to keep an eye on him.
Not like he could do much, as the doctor was the only one capable of getting them out of the situation. So he bit his tongue on the subject, and merely sighed. "Nevermind Dempsey. What is it that you want?"
Richtofen gestured to the box. "Well, as you know, we are stuck here, until I fix the teleporter that the dummkopf broke." He grit his teeth at the mention of Dempsey. Not only did he lose his journal, leaving him to figure things on his own one painfully slow step at a time, but now they were trapped where they were. All because of that damn American using the DG-2 while they were in the teleporter!
Richtofen pulled himself back from his initial anger, calming himself as he straightened himself out. "Regardless of the setback, we still have material here that I will need you to help me go looking for. Just until we have enough to properly repair the teleporter, and we can be on our merry way."
"So... You're sending me to scavenge for you?" Takeo frowned at the idea, especially knowing he was the only one to be doing it. He pointed at Nikolai. "Why not send him to do this? This is so simple, even a fool can do it."
"Ah, as much as I would love to have our friend here to help us, Nikolai isn't... 'Focused' enough to find the parts I need."
"Focused? No, more like reducing himself to a useless pile of fat with that poison." Takeo grimaced.
"Hey, I am not useless! I kill zombies better than you do."
"You can hardly hold your gun steady."
"Maybe, but I spend more time killing hellpigs instead of latching onto Tank like clingy wife."
That made Takeo grit his teeth. He took a step forward, but Richtofen spoke up. "Gentlemen, please! We have more important things to do. Instead of fighting about how much our dear samurai attached himself to Dempsey, how about we get to work so we can get out of this god forsaken theater!"
Takeo huffed, turning from Nikolai. "Fine. Let's get this over with."
"Wunderbar! Takeo, be a dear and get the box. Let's go, before night comes!" Richtofen turned, as he gestured Takeo to follow.
Takeo grabbed the box of trash, and followed Richtofen, leaving Nikolai to his own devices in the main lobby.
Nikolai merely shrugged, unbothered by the idea of being on his own tonight. "Well, more vodka for me!" He hummed with delight, before taking another swig of his bottle. Though his time alone was very short lived, a new pair of footsteps came down the stairs.
He didn't bother moving, not even worried if it was another undead creature. Though the idea of it being one was quickly squashed by the greetings of Tank.
"Nikolai! You drunken bastard, there you are! Perfect, just the man I wanted to see!" He practically skipped down the steps, his usual bright smile on his face.
Nikolai turned, as he raised his bottle to him. "Ah, Dempsey! I see you feel better, yes?"
Tank rolled his shoulder, as he leaned on the railing of the stairs. "Eh, damn thing is acting up, but I'll live."
"Good, because what would I do if I had only Takeo and Richtofen to amuse me if you died?" He chuckled.
Tank smiled, as he eyed Nikolai for a moment. He stared at the bottle in hand, thinking to himself for a moment. He was aware that this may be a shit idea, but then again, he supposed anything would help him in this state. As long as he didn't do anything stupid.
"Say, Nik, mind doing something for me?"
"Oh, depends on if I can still drink."
"Actually, that's exactly what I wanted."
Nikolai paused, looking to Tank like he just gave him the golden ticket to heaven. Tank's own devilish smile grew. "I was thinking tonight, you and me could get plastered and just kill time."
Nikolai stood up, almost too giddy at the idea. "Dempsey, you are a man after my own heart!" He swung one arm over Tank, giving him a strong, side hug as he laughed heartily. "Da, this is good! We shall drink away our sorrows tonight, and forget about your rabies as well."
Tank only rolled his eyes, as Nikolai led him towards the storage room away from the front.
The room didn't have much there, and was mostly either rotten food that had been sitting for ages or empty cans. They already cleared it out the first day they came, and had been severely rationing their food supply.
But to Nikolai's delight, there was at least alcohol to be had, in small crates, just waiting to be consumed by the man. He gave Tank the bottle he was already drinking, but already warned him not to drink his bottle, or he'd personally reopen his wounds and have him catch some other disease from it. Tank wasn't affected by the threat, merely because he wasn't looking to trade spit with him through a bottle that was already half gone. Nikolai eagerly took a crate, and lifted it up, the bottles clanking as he swung himself around.
"Here, let's go out back and drink! The doctor and our bushido warrior will be busy in theater, so we should be good alone in the alley."
Tank nodded to him. "Yeah, sounds good to me."
Nikolai and Tank took their leave, heading towards the back of the building, where the exit door that led to the alley way was. Tank was very familiar with the way, already heading out that way to his usual meeting with Takeo, though he supposed today will be Nikolai's turn to spend one on one with Tank. But he wasn't going to take him to their spot.
One, because he didn't want something that was special between Takeo and him to be infiltrated by someone else. Two, because he doubted Nikolai would want to make the climb up to the roof.
After a moment, Nikolai turned to Tank, raising a brow. "So tell me, why you suddenly want to drink with old Nikolai, huh?"
"Eh, just wanted to distract myself from my arm." Tank shrugged. "Plus, didn't want to stay in my room all alone."
"Ah, I see. You got lonely since your nursemaid is busy." Nikolai nudged Tank with his shoulder, a knowing smile coming to his face.
"Oh, what are you talking about?"
"You and Takeo! Ever since you take dog bite for him, he's been all over you. Like Richtofen all over me, even though he is only after my vodka."
"Yeah, Nik, I don't think he's interested in the-"
"Besides point. You two are connected to the hip all the time. Where you go, he goes. Not to mention you two sneaking out at night, da?"
Tank seemed to grimace at that. It wasn't like it was the biggest secret, but he had tried to keep their business on the downlow. He wasn't in the mood to get questioned about what their situation was, and he sure as hell wasn't trying to advertise their alone time either. "Jesus, are we that obvious?"
"Very." He smirked.
Eventually, they found their spot in the alley, a nice spot away, but still open should Richtofen or Takeo come looking for them. Nikolai put the box down, as he sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. "Ah, here we go. Gimme back my bottle." Nikolai gestured to Tank to pass the bottle.
Tank gave him back his precious bottle, while he decided to grab a bottle from the box. He sat opposite of Nikolai, as the other man took a swig of his bottle. After a moment, Nikolai focused back on Tank. "So, what do you two do all alone, huh?"
Tank took a moment to open his bottle, popping the cork before he looked at Nikolai. "What... Me and Tak? Nothing. We just talk."
"Just talk? You sneak at night to talk? I hope it's not like Richtofen and his plans."
"Come on, Nik, you think I can plan bullshit like that guy?" Tank leaned back, and took a sip of his bottle. The burn in his throat was strong, and he nearly coughed it back up from the shock. But good God, it tasted so damn good compared to the elixirs that was the perk sodas laying around. "Besides, why do you care if me and Takeo are close? I don't comment on the fact you and Tak hate each other."
"Yes, but that leave me and Richtofen alone. And Richtofen is... Touchy."
"Touchy?" Tank raised a brow. "How touchy we talking? Like, emotional touchy or... Touchy toughy."
"He like to grab Nikolai." Nikolai patted his left arm, where Tank could guess where Richtofen usually hung onto him. "He get all close and compliment me. Call me big and strong. I know I'm big and strong, everyone here knows how big and strong I am! But he gets all personal with it, cuddling up with me."
Tank felt a chill go down his spine at a very affectionate Richtofen. He already got felt up by him when he cleaned his wounds, and he couldn't tell if he was doing it to piss him off or...
Oh God he hoped he wasn't one of his types.
"Geez, sorry Nik. I didn't realize he was... Bothering you like that when me and Tak aren't around."
"Eh, not too big of deal." He waved his hand nonchalantly. "Besides, he lets me be big spoon."
Tank nearly spit his drink out at that. For a moment, he had to weigh the options on whether or not he wanted to even know about their thing. He already knew Richtofen liked men, but did Nikolai? He was so casual about it, it was so bizarre. Though, at the end of the day, he would rather keep that private, and stay very clear of that conversation. Suddenly, talking about his own relationships wasn't so bad after all.
He was brought back from his thoughts when Nikolai continued. "Still, just very curious about you two. Takeo did not like you before we came, and now suddenly he acts like you two are close. I am curious why he cares a lot about you."
Tank already had his answer. Takeo himself admitted why he liked him more than the others. He just didn't know if it was more than liking.
"I guess he likes a guy who isn't afraid to stick his neck out for him."
"Don't you think it's too much? I mean, he likes to touch you a lot. Like Richtofen touches me."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"He touches you a lot. Holds your arm, grabs your hand to lead you away, stand so close your shoulder touches. Not to mention he carried you himself when you passed out after dog attack. Bet he changes bandages as well to get an excuse to touch your muscles."
Tank bit his tongue, not disclosing the fact that Takeo did. He was unsure when Nikolai became so observant and could nail people down without so much as a sweat. Hell, he thought the alcohol made him a one track kind of mind, but maybe the Russian had far more going on underneath it all. Made him wonder how smart he was when he wasn't wasting away.
Tank shook his head. "You don't think Takeo is actually that interested in me, right?"
"Fine, don't believe man who has been married several times."
"And had all his wives killed."
"Aha, maybe, but they all wanted to sleep with me before!" Nikolai cheered with his bottle, before finishing it with one last chug. When it was empty, he tossed it aside, before he reached for a second bottle from the box. "You, me, we are the same. I have wives, you have many girlfriends, we attract people. Me, my good looks, you... Not so much, but ok face. Richtofen, Takeo- They are the same. They clingy. Like men they can follow around, strong men who take lead, like women."
Tank scoffed, shaking his head. "Nah, Tak ain't like any girl I've known, trust me. Guy is just loyal."
"Just you wait and see. Takeo will jump you first chance he gets. He has determination in his eyes, he already wants me dead, I sleep with one eye open because of that look. You worry about your ass."
Tank took a chug from his bottle, before he rubbed his mouth. "Sure, whatever you say, Nik. I'll make sure Tak doesn't jump me. Now, let's talk about something else other than our strange relationships right now."
"Da, now we drink to past glories and better times!"
Tank could drink to that. So the pair continued to drink, letting the day fade away as they wasted it on drinking away their sorrows.
Tank didn't even recall ever passing out. One minute, he was giggling like a fool, nearly dropping his bottle, the next, he felt a nudge on his foot, as he suddenly snorted himself up from his slumber. His head was throbbing, feeling disoriented as he saw nothing but darkness. He looked up, the familiar shape of Nikolai standing before him.
"Dempsey, get up, it's time for us to go inside."
Tank groaned, as he rubbed his head, grumbling as he tried to focus on Nikolai's voice. "Wha... How long was I out?"
"Couple hours." Nikolai shrugged.
"Hours? Why didn't you wake me?" Tank sat up slowly, glaring at the man who was, somehow, still drinking a bottle despite having gone through multiple in a row.
"I wanted to drink a bit more."
"Of course..." Tank grumbled, as he tried to get up, but slowly fell to the side, the dizziness getting the better of him.
Nikolai laughed, as he reached down and helped Tank to his feet. "You move like a baby deer. You are a lightweight!"
"Shut up..." Tank grumbled, as he let Nikolai lead him away, having his arm over Nikolai's shoulders, the both of them swaying together as the master of alcohol lead Tank back into the building. Tank could see the many bottles on the floor, their crate now empty. Jesus, he couldn't believe he actually drank all of it. He was sure he was going to regret it the next day.
He could hardly remember getting through the halls, and he was pretty sure Nikolai flawlessly dragged him up the stairs, because he swore he did not even bother stepping up, and let his feet lazily drag against the steps.
Next thing he knew, he felt his face hit his pillow, as Nikolai let out a sigh. "There, now you are back in bed. Now, try not to throw up in your sleep. Could drown in throw up. Almost happened to me many times."
"Ew..." Tank mumbled, as Nikolai chuckled to his response.
"Alright, sleep well, Dempsey. We should do this more often!"
Tank merely mumbled back, as he heard the door close behind Nikolai, leaving Tank to suffer for his bad decisions alone. He quietly laid there, the only noise outside was the sound of crickets, and an occasional creak in the wood. It was calm, but despite all the perfect conditions to lull the marine into sleep, he found that his head was starting to drift into other matters.
Specifically, towards the topic of Takeo.
He replayed what Nikolai had said to him earlier, about how Takeo seemed to want to be near him, to touch him. He hated Nikolai for pointing it out, because he can't help but think about how much he liked being the center of his attention.
It was dangerously getting close to that line that neither wanted to make the move to cross. The part where they stopped being casual, and had a lot more at stake. But he's already crossed that line when he lets the man kiss him. Now, here he was, squirming at the idea of getting more from him.
Tank rolled on his back, as he huffed out a curse. The thoughts back to this morning when Takeo was bandaging him. It wasn't much of a full contact, only getting a small bit of contact that was required to get the bandage on, but Jesus, he imagined if those hands trailed away from just his shoulders, and instead found themselves on his chest, trailing down, lower and lower, exploring before reaching down to his-
"What the fuck, man! What are you doing?" Tank let out a deep, guttural curse to himself. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe he was thinking about Takeo like that. This was going too far, the line he just tried to make already being trampled all over. What made things far worse was that he could feel the front of his pants become tight, and now, he was stuck in a painful fork in the road. Either force himself to ignore the boner that was painfully pushing against the front of his pants, and sleep with some serious blue balls, or, to his chagrin, get it over with, and 'take care of it'.
He took in a deep breath, as he bit his tongue. He put an arm over his eyes, as he thought over his choices. He wanted to just sleep, and take on the painful effort of forcing himself to ignore the elephant in his pants. But his drunk state only made time move painfully slow, to the point that he was sure that what felt like an hour was only 5 minutes of him squirming in his bed. But the alternative made the shame inside grow.
After plenty of consideration, he decided to swallow his pride, and get this over with.
He moved his hand down, unbuckling his pants, and shuffled his pants down his hips. He felt his cock spring out once his pants slipped down. It was almost a relief, but this was only the first step. He leaned back, prompting one leg up, before he gave a good spit on his hand, his only source of lube in any of these places, before he finally wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking it with a bit of hesitation.
This wasn't the first time he has had to stroke one out here. Most times, he just thought of some random woman, just some blonde with soft blue eyes, big breasts, and a nice, slim figure. But he knew this time, it wouldn't work. He had one person on his mind, the only one he wanted to fuck the daylights out of.
"Tak..." He whispered, shutting his eyes tightly, as he finally allowed his mind to start wandering, after days of burying it deep in the dark reaches of his brain. He could see it now, almost in vivid detail. Takeo below him, one leg lifted above Tank's shoulder. He wondered how nicely Takeo could sound, moaning while Tank took him and showed him how well he could treat him.
He moved his hand faster, thinking how tight it might be inside of Takeo. If Tank had the chance to live it out in reality, would he be the first man to touch him? God, he hoped so. He prayed no man had the pleasure to touch him, so Tank could leave his mark on him.
He groaned, the pleasure almost intoxicating. Yet it wasn't enough. It never was. Before, he just wanted a woman, any woman, to get in his bed and let him escape this hell for one single night. Now, he wished he had Takeo right here, right now, and finally felt the sweet release he's been dreaming of this whole time.
"Fuck..." He groaned, getting a bit louder, as his movements picked up speed. He needed more, something to get him going. After a second, he decided to use his free hand to lift up his shirt. He stuffed part of the bottom of it in his mouth to help keep his chest bare, but also silence any moans he might be too loud for. His free hand grazed against his chest, trying to pretend it was Takeo's instead. He moved up, groping his own chest, before his fingers pinched his nipple, causing another moan to escape him, the sound muffled by the fabric stuffed in his mouth.
Fucking hell, he was in deep. He had completely given in to his fantasy, wishing so badly he could get the real thing. He wasn't even sure the shirt was keeping him quiet, and frankly, his drunken mind, he didn't care if the others could hear.
Maybe he wanted to get caught. Maybe he wanted Takeo to be the one to find him in this state, and see how badly he drove him wild.
That brought on a new set of fantasies for Tank.
Before Tank knew it, he could feel his orgasm burst from him. He came all over his hand and stomach, a growl of pleasure leaving him as he arched his back. His shirt was all that was keeping him from crying out for Takeo in the dark of the night.
After a moment, coming down from his high, Tank laid back on his bed, panting as he caught his breath. Jesus, that felt great. That might have been the best orgasm from masturbating he's ever felt. It was almost as satisfying as the real deal.
But the pleasure and satisfaction could only last for so long. Soon after, when he was brought back down from cloud nine, the thing he dreaded most came in a tidal wave of emotional highs: the shame.
He looked at his hand, the sticky substance coating his fingers, the evidence of his desire laid bare for anyone to see. Tank grimaced, thinking how pathetically weak he was in mind and body. What would the others think if they saw him right now?
They'd make fun of him, that's what.
He sighed, as he tried to find something to clean up his mess. The deed was done, he got his sick kicks taken care of, and he was going to go back to bed and pretend this didn't happen. For the sake of his friendship, and for the sake of his sanity.
Different day, same shit. That's what Tank would describe it. The only difference is that he felt like he wanted to blow his brains out. Other than the shame that stuck to him, he had woken up with a killer migraine from his escapades with Nikolai last night. He supposed, in a way, it did it's job distracting him from his shoulder. He just wished it didn't cause other problems.
The entire day, he struggled more than usual. He was cornered, snuck up on, had his weapon jammed, and many other instances of problems. He knew he would get shit for it, making mistakes that he shouldn't be making at this point, but he supposed he could live with it. The problem was Takeo, who was by his side as usual.
He had been scolding him the whole time, trying to get him to focus on the action. But each mistake only made the frustration grow, and Tank was growing sick and tired of being watched like a child.
It didn't help that he couldn't even look Takeo in the eyes today, because despite the anger he felt being scolded, he couldn't help but remember the face in his fantasies. How he might sound, how good it might be to have him under Tank.
It made Tank wish so badly he could avoid him like the plague.
So he tried to get away, by opting out of cleaning duty, and instead choosing to starting boarding up the windows instead. It was boring, tedious, and finding wood pieces that weren't broken was becoming a hassle to find. Not to mention the constant bangs from the hammer made his head throb more. But it meant he could be alone, and everyone was focused on getting the rotting corpses out of the building first.
He stayed focused on the window at hand, picking up one board at a time, nailing them with the sad, rusty nails that were at this point more useless than anything, but they had nothing else to work with. He was most of the way done, almost covering the whole window, when a voice he had, for once, dreaded to hear spoke up.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Takeo crossed his arms, a frown deeply etched into his face.
Tank gave a sigh, already wishing the conversation was over with. "Are we doing this right now?"
"Yes. We are." Takeo walked towards him, watching him carefully place another board up. "You were sloppy today."
"It was just a bad day."
"That's not an excuse, Dempsey."
Great. He was really mad. He was going back to his last name, making it more formal than they were at this point. Tank looked over his shoulder, giving his own frown. "Look, I was just off, alright? Me and Nikolai had some drinks last night and-"
"You what?" Takeo snapped, almost incredulously. "You drank? When you're already handicapped as is?"
"What's the big deal? Nikolai drinks every day, and he's doing just fine!"
"Nikolai is a bumbling fool! As for you, you almost got killed! Again." Takeo gave an exhausted sigh, rubbing his face with slow movements. "How long are you going to do this?"
Tank paused, turning himself around to face Takeo fully. "Do what?"
"Putting yourself in danger recklessly. Today, you were doing things I'd expect from Nikolai. What has gotten into you? You at least know how to deal with the undead, so why are you-"
"Can you drop it! Sheesh, get off my ass for once, will you?" Tank snapped at him. He turned back to the window, roughly grabbing the next board and slamming it against the other boards. "Stop acting like some nagging girlfriend and go bother the others. I can take care of myself!"
Takeo paused for a moment, a bit surprised, but quickly recovered, as he approached Tank, getting frustrated with him. "No you can't! Look at you, acting like a damn fool! You have the survival instincts of a newborn. All you do is get yourself into trouble!"
"I'm in trouble because I saved your ass from that dog!" Tank growled, banging the nails into the wood harder than he needed to, his focus on anything but the job at hand.
"So you blame me?"
"Yeah, I do! Because if you weren't too distracted doing the same exact shit, I wouldn't have been mauled by that mutt!"
"You wouldn't have been bitten if you hadn't tossed yourself at it!"
"Ok, maybe next time I won't save your sorry ass then!"
"Good! Maybe then you won't get hurt again!"
"What is going on?" Richtofen's voice cut in, as he walked into the room. He was rubbing his hands with a cloth, cleaning himself of the blood and gunk from the zombies. His nonchalant attitude was enough to get Tank more riled up than he already was.
Takeo turned his head away, nearly gritting his teeth. "It is nothing of concern."
"Oh? So you two just yell at each other for fun?" Richtofen hummed. "Makes sense. You've been spending too much time with Dempsey. His simple mindedness is rubbing off you, you're starting to act like a neanderthal."
Tank bristled at the comment. "Oh don't you fucking start, you slimy little-"
"Why is everyone screaming?" Nikolai wandered in behind Richtofen, a corpse hanging limply over his shoulder.
Richtofen waved his hand. "Don't worry about it, my friend. Just a bit of a lover's quarrel."
Lover's quarrel? Tank could feel himself shake, almost biting his tongue off from trying to explode.
"Ah, seen this before all the time. Is expected. Nikolai has done this many times with wives, though usually ends with lots of blood-"
"Could you two leave?" Takeo glared at the pair.
"What? We did nothing. We just came in." Nikolai defended himself.
"Yes, it's you two that are hollering about while we should be working. Maybe we should help you two, since clearly you can't tame the American very well, even if he likes being pampered by you."
Tank grit his teeth, his frustration boiling over. It was bad enough having to never hear the end of it from Takeo, but now Nikolai and Richtofen were sticking their noses in their argument, acting like it was entertainment for them.
He tossed the hammer away, before turning away from them to stomp off somewhere else, while the rest of the group seemed preoccupied. He didn't get far before Richtofen spoke again. "Oh, now where are you going this time?"
"Anywhere but here!" Tank snapped back, turning his head once to glare daggers at the German.
"Don't walk away, we're just making fun." Nikolai called out, but was ignored.
"Oh, let him sulk. He's just going to get in the way again." Richtofen huffed.
Tank kept walking, not bothering to deal with them all at once, especially with a headache that had him on the verge of having a fit.
Instead, he went to his room, slamming the door shut. He fell on his bed, grumbling to himself.
Fuck this place. Fuck the Nazis. Fuck the damn zombies. Fuck everything.
He just wanted to sleep, move on, and forget about today for a bit. But even sleep was interrupted, when the door opened, and he already knew who the hell it was, and he didn't want to see him.
"Fuck off."
Takeo huff, closing the door behind him. "Can't get rid of me that easily."
Tanks groaned, sitting up. He leaned against the wall, but didn't look up at Takeo. He simply stared ahead, pouting to himself as Takeo sat beside him. He at least gave Tank some space, making sure to have some room between them so they didn't touch.
They were both silent, neither daring to be the first to interrupt the thick tension in the air. Eventually, Takeo spoke, finally breaking the silence. "I'm not trying to fight with you, Tank."
Tank laughed bitterly. "Really? Because you're real shit at doing that."
"Only because you are stubborn."
"So are you."
There was another pause, as they both tried to see if this was going to be another spat. Takeo could not disagree with Tank. He supposed it was fair, after the fact that neither backed down from their stances.
Takeo sighed, leaning his head against the wall. "I don't want you to get hurt again."
Tank chewed on the inside of his cheek. He gave his own sigh, the only sign that he was giving in. "Yeah... I know..."
Silence once more. They both supposed that was the closest either would get to some kind of apology.
Tank slightly rolled his shoulder, testing his shoulder to see if it was still hurting. Takeo noticed, and looked at the American with some concern. "Your shoulder still hurts?"
"Yeah... Not as bad as yesterday," Tank tried to reassure him, but he knew it wouldn't keep Takeo from being concerned. He expected Takeo to ask more questions, if he cleaned it, if he overworked himself, but oddly enough, he was quiet, as he stared at him for some time.
After a moment, he finally spoke. "Do you wish for me to massage it?"
Tank froze. He finally looked at Takeo, as he recalled the day before. That's right, he had offered to do it today for him, to help ease the pain. Tank had forgotten all about it. He had been so distracted from his hangover and the arguments, he neglected to recall the fact he was looking forward to it today, because then he can get the itch of having Takeo's hands on him.
He looked away, feeling sheepish all the sudden, getting those dirty images from last night out of his mind. "I don't need help." Tank huffed, trying to hide the unsureness he felt underneath.
"But I want to help." Takeo persisted, leaning a bit closer to Tank. "Stop acting tough. I want to help you get better. Why must you fight me when I want to offer my assistance?" He was frowning, but didn't seem to be scolding this time. For once, Tank can hear the concern in his tone, as he tried to figure him out.
Tank sighed, still not lifting his eyes. He wouldn't tell the truth, but silence wouldn't do, not when Takeo was trying to get answers out of him. "If I let you do it, can you drop it for now?"
Takeo wasn't satisfied with the answer, but at least Tank wasn't fighting him anymore. He gave him a nod, and stood up. "Very well."
Tank could only thank God for Takeo standing down. He leaned off the wall, as he took off his jacket. "So, how you want me to do this? You want me to just turn or-"
"Lay down." Takeo gestured to the bed.
Tank paused once more. Did he hear that right? "Huh?"
"Lay on the bed."
"Uh... Huh. So like I lay on my back and you straddle me or-"
"No, Tank." Takeo shook his head. "On your stomach. I want to get your back."
Oh. Right. Of course. "Yeah, I knew that." Tank tossed his jacket aside, as he laid back down, face first on the pillow.
Takeo rested his sword against the wall, and he took off his hat and set it aside. He knelt beside Tank, as he adjusted his sleeves. "Relax. I want you to be comfortable."
"Yeah, yeah. I know how massages go, Tak." Tank muttered against the pillow. He swore he heard him snort in response.
After a bit, Takeo leaned over him, and started to massage his back. He started by doing long, sweeping motions along his shoulder blade. He was careful to watch for any reaction from Tank, see if he felt any pain. When he was sure he was ok, he moved from his fingers to his palms.
Tank sighed softly, letting Takeo work his magic. It felt nice, despite how slow the man was taking it, but he at least knew what he was doing. He focused on the feeling against his back, as his hands skillfully gliding around, releasing stress Tank hadn't realized he had.
"Comfortable?" Takeo asked, keeping his hands moving.
Tank hummed in response. "Got some magic fingers, Tak. Feels like heaven."
"We only just started."
"Still, feels good." He groaned with a smile.
Takeo let the corner of his mouth lift up in a smile. "Well, glad I am of service then."
He continued moving, his movements slowly moving from standing to the side to slowly hovering behind Tank. "You have knots. I'll need to add pressure." He leaned a bit more into it, adding his weight into the massage. "Breath slow. It'll help." He instructed, his knuckles pressing into the skin.
Tank felt his body stiffen on instinct. Takeo was now much closer, his body so close to him now. He tried to listen, and force himself to relax, hoping the man above didn't notice him stressing himself out. He took slow breaths, as he tried to focus on the feeling of his back.
If Takeo noticed, he didn't say a word, as he continued to work on his back. It felt nice. Real nice. A groan left him, feeling himself relax moment by moment. Each rub against his back, undoing the knots, he couldn't help himself but groan from satisfaction.
Takeo kept working quietly, which Tank was grateful for. He didn't think he could talk to him while he was getting his back fixed up. All he wanted to do was get lost in the sensation, feeling a bit of joy as he could have an actual sense of what it was like to be caressed by the man.
He groaned a bit, feeling his mind drift off. "Tak..." He whispered softly, almost moaning his name.
Takeo paused for a moment, eyes widened for a moment from shock. He kept his mouth shut, as he moved again, rubbing out the knots.
Tank didn’t seem to notice, not saying a word. Good, Takeo just thought it was in his mind with how he moaned his name.
He continued to work, but found that Tank was getting too comfortable. The noises he made started getting more frequent, and it didn’t sound very innocent.
He groaned, shifted a bit, almost trying to lean into Takeo’s hands, not staying put like he should. He was throwing Takeo off with how much he was doing.
“Stop that.” Takeo finally spoke.
Tank looked over his shoulder lazily, almost unbothered. “Stop what?”
“Stop… Making those sounds.”
Tank lifted his head, staring back at him. Tank saw the stiffness in his shoulders, looking to the side with a frown. Despite his comments, Tank could see the sheepishness in his face. It was quite adorable compared to his usual confident attitude, all because of how good Tank felt.
A smile grew on his face. "What? Can't handle a little bit of moaning?"
Takeo's head snapped towards Tank, his frown growing. He scoffed at the notion. "Nonsense. I just don't appreciate you being so noisy."
Tank chuckled, as he shifted a bit under Takeo. "You don't usually mind when I'm talking your ear off."
Takeo bristled, as he leaned down a bit. "Yes, but you don't usually moan my name when you do it."
Tank's smile dropped instantly. Fuck. He did do that. He was so caught up just happily teasing Takeo, he didn't see how easy it was for Takeo to flip the script. Dread grew in the pit of his stomach, the shame from last night coming back with a vengeance. He started moving, getting up from the bed. "Uh- Yeah, sorry. I just got comfortable-"
Tank only got far enough to sit on his knees, before he felt an arm wrap around his waist, and suddenly, he felt Takeo pressed against him. He didn't move, freezing as he felt Takeo's breath against his neck.
"Why the sudden change of attitude? You seemed eager to poke fun at me a moment ago."
Tank's felt his heart jump in his throat. He dared not to move, not while Takeo completely trampled the space they had between them, now invading Tank's space. He had never expected Takeo to be so bold, he didn't seem the type.
Takeo didn't give Tank much time to reply, as he leaned his head on his shoulder, speaking directly in his ear. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? You're bravado seems to be missing."
Tank took a deep breath, as he slightly turned his head to try and look back. "Wasn't expecting you to leap on me."
"Oh?" Takeo hummed, as his other arm wrapped around Tank. "So, you would rather I stand by and listen to you moan like a whore than touch you?" Takeo pulled Tank closer, his back pressing flushed against Takeo's chest.
Tank swallowed, his hand moving up to touch Takeo's, gripping it firmly. He may not have expected Takeo to make the first move, but he wasn't about to let the man think he wanted anything else right now. "Who said I didn't want you to touch me?"
There was a moment of silence. Takeo let out a soft sigh, probably from holding his breath, waiting to see if Tank would push him away or keep him where he was. He moved his head, leaning back just a bit, so he could press his face into the crook of Tank's neck. He could smell his musk, the last time he got this close was when he got to kiss him. It was intoxicating, and Takeo felt bolder.
He laid a soft kiss against Tank's skin not hidden under his shirt, a tingling feeling shooting up the American's spine from such a simple moment. Takeo moved his right hand, rubbing against Tank's stomach, before trailing downward, rubbing the inside of his thigh. "Seems you're more tense than I thought..."
Tank sighed, leaning into his touch. He softly chuckled, closing his eyes, feeling his excitement grow. "Oh, I wouldn't mind you rubbing me off some more."
Takeo nipped his shoulder in response, making Tank groan. He pressed back against Takeo, grinding himself against his crotch. Takeo groaned, his hand on his thigh gripping it.
"You're eager now." Takeo groaned, as he kissed along Tank's neck. He began to roll his hips against Tank. "I thought you weren't much interested."
"Yeah? What made you think that?"
"You haven't made a move since we kissed."
Tank rolled back more against Takeo, meeting his thrusts almost eagerly. "Yeah, well, I plan on fixing that then."
"So do I." Takeo groaned back. He moved his hand from his thigh to Tank's crotch, pressing it firmly against him.
Tank let out a groan, his hips bucking against his hand. He felt Takeo smile against his neck, as he moved his hand, making slow, teasing strokes against him. He could feel underneath his palm that Tank was already hard underneath.
"I barely touched you, and you already got this hard?" Takeo questioned, amazed how fast Tank already was turned on.
"Would you believe me I was already getting horny from the massage?"
"Of course you did."
Takeo moved his hands again, reaching for the buttons on Tank's pants, undoing them while he kept thrusting against Tank. He slipped one under his pants, and was shocked to find how easy it was to get to his cock. He expected underwear, anything else, but it seemed Tank was going natural this whole time.
His fingers wrapped around Tank's cock, a soft moan coming from him as he started to give small strokes. Tank hissed, moving his hips between Takeo's hand and his hips. This is what he wanted. He needed more.
He turned back, facing Takeo. Takeo stopped kissing along his neck to look back at him. Their noses brushed together, breaths mingling as the rhythm of their movements continued. Neither said a word, but the look in their eyes was more than enough to know what the other wanted.
Without another moment to waste, their lips crashed into each other. It was different from the first kiss on the roof. This was passionate, hungry, their teeth clashing aggressively like they won't have a second chance to do this.
Takeo kept his movement going, stroking Tank faster, drinking down every moan Tank let out. He moved the hand that had held his waist, sliding it under his shirt, memorizing every curve of his muscles. He continued moving, before he reached his chest, gripping a peck in his chest.
"Ah, Tak-" Tank choked out against Takeo's lips. He squirmed in his grasp, his head leaning up, eyes rolling back.
Takeo kissed the side of his lips, moving down his jaw. He noticed how much he suddenly went like puddy when he groped him. He smirked, squeezing him again. "You seem to like when I touch you here. Are you sensitive?"
He let go of Tank's cock, earning a whine in response. He decided to grab his other peck instead, finding himself more interested in seeing how much Tank could enjoy his chest being played with. He kneaded them, watching Tank lean back against him. Tanks hands on his hips gripped him tightly, hips keeping its pace against him.
Takeo pinched his nipples, his index fingers and thumbs teasing Tank. Tank groaned with pleasure, a curse escaping him.
Tank lulled his head, looking back at Takeo. "You- You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Very." Takeo hummed. "It's not every day I get to see the high and mighty Tank Dempsey reduced to a whore."
Tank huffed at the comment, as if Takeo wasn't eager to pounce on him and get him to this state. "And I didn't take you for a tits kind of guy."
Takeo nipped at Tank's ear. "Maybe I just enjoy making you squirm."
Tank chuckled. "Well, I'd like it more if we had less clothes on."
Takeo thought for a moment, before he pulled himself away, his hands slipping from his chest. "Then let's stop wasting time then."
Tank felt a bit of disappointment now that Takeo stopped, but as he turned his body to face Takeo to complain, he paused himself as he watched Takeo slowly undress himself. The Samurai had already undid his straps, tossing his own jacket to the side.
Tank's eyes stared down his body. He was thin, scars that seemed fresh. He could make out the scratches and bites from zombies, but the others, they felt eerily similar. Similar to scars on his own body he didn't quite remember where he got it from.
Takeo looked back at Tank, noticing him stare at him. He smiled, unbuckling his pants. "You won't let me be the only one to undress, right?"
Tank focused back on reality, as he remembered the situation at hand. He wasted no time ridding himself of his shirt, and began to slide down his pants.
Their clothes were tossed aside, leaving both men naked and bare. Nothing left to hide behind, everything laid out in the open for both men to admire. Tank could see the effect he had on Takeo very well. He could stare at his body all day. But Takeo was impatient. He got this far to get this idiot, handsome man to finally admit he wanted more than a damn kiss, and he was getting what he wanted.
He moved close to Tank, kneeling before him, before he pushed him back in the bed. Tank hit the makeshift sheets with a grunt, not getting much time to recover before Takeo decided to straddle him, before leaning down to kiss him again. Tank didn't fight it, his arms wrapping around Takeo to pull him close.
It was easier than their position before, giving both men more room to properly kiss. They found themselves lost in the kiss, both desperate to explore the other's mouth. They broke the kiss, panting heavily, their foreheads pressed against each other as they tried to catch their breaths.
Tank couldn't help but give a toothy grin. "Fucking hell, Tak. You're going to kill me at this rate."
Takeo smiled back, kissing along his jaw. "I thought you like the attention. Am I doing too much?"
"No way in hell. I could get used to being spoiled like this."
"And what about me?" Takeo hummed, lifting his head to look at him. "Will you show me the same courtesy?"
Tank could see it in his eyes. Takeo was egging him on, hoping he would take the bait to get him to jump at the first chance to please him. And Tank did just as was expected.
"I'd let you do anything you want at this point if it'll get me inside you faster."
"And who said I'd allow you to be inside of me?"
Tank froze, as he sat up a bit, feeling his stomach churn. Wait, did Takeo expect Tank to-
"You can't be serious. You want me to-"
"Have you not done it before?"
Tank felt sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well... Never slept with a man before, if that's what you meant."
Takeo paused, his eyebrows raising in genuine shock. Sure, he knew Tank was a womanizer, clearly having a strong preference for women, but he assumed, with how confident and smoothly he moved with him, he would expect he had at least one experience with a man.
"I... Am your first?"
"Y-yeah... Have you... With other guys..."
"A couple times..." Takeo admitted.
That was a shame. Tank was somewhat hopeful that he wasn't the only one new to this whole 'gay' thing. Still, at least someone knew what the hell they were doing.
The pair was silent, deciding their next move, the new information now being considered. Takeo spoke up again, looking at Tank with a more serious look. "Do you trust me?"
Tank took a moment to consider the situation. He never once dared to think about having someone else take the lead and fucking him. He wasn't going to pretend he suddenly got an interest in it, or that he was just going to spread his legs eagerly to do it right now.
At the same time, he didn't think Takeo would do anything that would make Tank uncomfortable or hurt him. Wasn't like he was Richtofen-
Tank shook his head. He did not want to think about Richtofen at a time like this. He was not about to make himself go soft.
After debating his options, between stepping out of his comfort zone to fuck this guy he's been trying to get for weeks and blue balling himself, his second head won in the end by thinking for him. So with a sigh, he leaned back a bit, before nodding. "I trust you with my life, don't see why I can't trust you with sex."
"So you're ok with..." He didn't finish the question, but he wasn't about to go further without making sure Tank was all in.
Tank nodded, more confident than a second ago. "Yeah. I'm ok with it. But at least give me a second before we start inserting anything in me."
Takeo shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Fine. I had something else in mind until then."
Tank raised a brow. "Yeah? And what would that be?"
Takeo leaned down, their noses barely touching, cooing to him. "You said you'd do anything for me, right?"
Tank almost regretted saying that now, realizing now Takeo would use his pathetic, almost begging comment against him. But he wasn't going to back out now. He gave a nod, even if he was skeptical.
Takeo leaned up, as he moved his body further up Tank's body. Tank didn't register what he was planning until he was practically sitting on his chest. Now, Tank was met almost face to face with Takeo's cock. He was thinner than Tank's cock, but was still intimidating nonetheless. He could see in leaking precum, having barely been touched since they were dry humping like desperate hormonal teenagers before.
Tank felt his mouth go dry, wondering if Takeo expected him to suck him off so soon. "Hey, I said no inserting-"
"I'm not going to use your mouth." Takeo assured him. He reached down, both hands going straight to Tank's chest.
Tank was startled, a gasp escaping him from the sudden movement. He looked down, watching himself be fondled once more.
"I'll use these instead." He leaned down a bit a smirk as he watched Tank's expression. "If that is alright with you."
Tank bit his lip, as he looked down at the cock so dangerously close to his face. He could see where Takeo was going with this. He has done it a couple times in the past. He saw no harm in doing it, and he might see if he would like it in return. So with a nod, he gave Takeo the go ahead. "Yeah. Go for it."
Takeo nodded, as he looked down, now focused on what he wanted to do. He gave Tank a good few squeezes, playing with his chest just as before, just so he could ease him in with something familiar. Once he could feel some tension from Tank lesson, he finally decided to self indulge and pleasure himself. His cock sat against Tank, skin making contact with skin. He pressed Tank's pecks together, trapping his cock between the two, before he pulled his hips back, and slid it forward.
He kept his movement slow, testing the waters. Tank wasn't exactly well endowed in his chest area, but Takeo was getting more than enough to have his cock to be encased. He let out a soft moan, his hips slowly picking up the speed as he rocked his hips.
Tank watched Takeo's face as he moved. His eyes were half lidded, mouth slightly open. His soft moans were etched into Tank's brain. It was just as he wanted to hear, and he wanted to hear more.
He reached his hands up, holding onto Takeo's hands, adding some pressure to press his pecks closer and tighter around his cock. "Come on, Tak. I ain't fragile. Show me how you really want it."
Takeo seemed surprised by how forward he was, but he won't complain about getting permission to use him. He chuffed, as he leaned against him. "Not acting so shy anymore?"
"Shy won't let me see the best you've got." Tank scoffed.
"Fine then. As you wish."
Without waiting for Tank to answer, he pulled his hips back, before he pushed forward quickly, before pulling back again to repeat the process. Tank watched with awe as Takeo started to thrust against him, fucking his chest without holding back.
Jesus, he didn't realize how hot it was, not to mention good it felt to be used like this. He groaned when Takeo gave another squeeze, his cock throbbing with excitement. He bit his lip, feeling riled up, needing some release.
"Tak, I think..." He began, the words being lost on his tongue. Takeo slowed himself, as he watched Tank for what he wanted. Tank had to gather the strength to get past that mental block and get out his comfort zone. "I think I'm about ready."
Takeo paused in his thrusts, humming a bit. He shifted himself off, giving Tank release on his chest. "Alright. Even if you say you won't be shy, I will have to prepare you, or you might hurt yourself."
"Right... Prep. But I don't think we got any lube laying around."
"No, we don't. But I'll improvise."
Takeo took this time to sit himself between Tank's thighs. He gripped both thighs, as he adjusted them to spread his legs. "Open up. I'll need room to do this."
Tank huffed, as he tried to follow his instructions. He felt a bit uncomfortable, far more open than he's ever been for anyone. He was caught in a vulnerable position, and he sure as hell didn't like being in such a position, but he had to bite his tongue, go with the flow, and trust in Takeo to do his work.
Takeo took a moment, as decided the best course of action. He decided the old fashion way would have to do. "I also need you to relax for me. I won't be able to move much if you clench on me," he spoke, as he used his own spit to coat his fingers.
He moved his hand, and lightly pressed his index finger against Tank's hole. Instantly, Tank flinched from the sudden contact, as he sucked in a breath. Takeo used his other hand on his thigh to lightly squeeze. "Relax. I won't hurt you."
"Yeah, I know, I know! Give me a break, I'm new to this." Tank snapped, feeling the shame grow again, his cheeks burning up.
Takeo rolled his eyes. "So pouty."
He tried again, this time, moving slower, if it was possible. He rubbed gingerly around the ring. He could feel Tank's legs lock, forcing him to stay still. It took all of Tank's energy not to flinch again. When Takeo knew he wouldn't bolt, he started to press against his hole. "I'm going to enter. Just keep breathing." He slowly pressed again, toying with him for a second, before he slipped the tip of his finger inside.
Tank froze, a strangled gasp slipping from him. His heart was beating out of his chest, taking short, hollow breaths as he tried to relax. After the initial shock of being entered, he took a moment to adjust to the feeling, and he realized rather quickly...
This wasn't that bad. It felt strange, but it didn't hurt.
Takeo slowly moved again, pressing his finger deeper into Tank, until his knuckle was flush against him. Tank cursed under his breath, clenching slightly around him. After getting used to the feeling, Takeo slipped it back out, before pressing back inside. He kept the same pace, keeping it inside for a bit, before he thrusted in and out. Tank didn't want to admit it, but it actually felt kind of good.
Takeo could see it on his face, and only chuckled. "See? I knew you'd like it."
"Uh... Yeah... But let's see how I feel when you use more than one finger."
"Don't be impatient. I'll be giving you more than my fingers soon enough. But let's focus on loosing you up."
Tank pouted, knowing he'll have to painfully take each finger slowly before he's rewarded for the effort. So he laid back, taking each finger, the more Takeo added, the more stuffed he felt, and yet, with the way Takeo curled his fingers deep inside, it brought pleasure Tank has never experienced in his life, and he found himself moaning as Takeo pumped him.
Takeo already had three fingers inside, and he wasn't going as slow as he did in the beginning. He was keeping an even pace, each time he thrusted them in, he quickly pulled them out just as fast, not giving Tank a chance to get used to it. But Tank didn't mind at all. In fact, he was lost in the pleasure, to the point that he was bucking his hips, moving against him eagerly. Takeo was also enjoying the sight, watching the proud America become so submissive, moaning and practically riding his fingers with each thrust.
He felt like at this point, Tank was ready to finally take on the real deal. He pulled his fingers out, sitting up.
Tank groaned in annoyance, sitting up. "Why'd you do that? I was just enjoying myse-"
He was abruptly cut off, when Takeo grabbed Tank's hips, and pressed him flushed against Takeo. He could feel Takeo's cock pressed against his ass, and that made him shut up instantly, his brain freezing upon contact.
Takeo leaned forward, meeting Tank's wide-eyed gaze. "I think you'll enjoy the real deal much more."
Tank held his breath, remembering what this was all leading up to. This was the moment of truth, and Tank could only feel butterflies in his stomach. "Right. That. Jesus, you sure it won't hurt?"
"I swear on my honor."
"Oh, that's a heavy promise." Tank looked down, where their bodies were pressed against one another. "Alright. Get it over with."
Takeo nodded, as he spat onto his hand, and gripped his cock. He gave himself a few strokes, coating himself in the saliva to at least add something to help him. When he was sure he was good, he guided the tip close to his hole, and pressed firmly against it. He poked and prodded, watching for any resistance, and to tease Tank with anticipation. "I'm going to push in now." He hummed, as he finally began to firmly coax his cock through the tight ring.
Tank could feel it, the pressure of something larger than fingers started to enter him. He grit his teeth, his toes curling as he was penetrated. After a moment, finally, the tip of his cock had made its way in, Tank cursing. "Jesus- Fucking hell-"
Takeo stopped abruptly, keeping himself from moving. "Does it hurt?"
Tank shook his head, taking in shallow breaths. "It's uncomfortable."
"Do you want me to pull out-"
"No." He hissed, almost sitting up with how quickly he answered. He won't let himself stop when he's so close to what he's been dreaming of for so long. He refused to give in. Never was his way, and he won't start now. "I can take it, dammit. Just keep going."
Takeo sighed, as he gripped Tank's hips tightly. "You are insatiable, I'll give you that." After resetting himself, he slowly started to move again, pressing himself deeper and deeper. A deep groan left him, Tank's tight walls clenching onto him that made him shiver. He held himself back from fully slamming into him, easing inch by inch. Finally, he bottomed out, his hips planted flushed against Tank.
Tank was already finding himself panting, never in his life has he felt so full. His body twitched, slightly arching his back. "Fuck, Tak, you feel a lot bigger than you look."
"I'll take it as a compliment." Takeo chuckled, holding himself where he was. He watched Tank squirm, the man clearly not knowing what to do with his body now that he wasn't the one in charge. Takeo bent down, moving his hand to cup Tank's face. He had paused, as he looked up at Takeo.
"You're shaking like a leaf." Takeo softly kissed him. Tank melted against the kiss, his hand reaching up to cup the back of his head. They stayed like that, not moving, taking a moment to relax and enjoy their embrace. After a moment, they pulled apart, Takeo humming. "There you go. You think you can handle me moving now?"
Tank sighed, as he nodded. "Yeah, go ahead."
Takeo adjusted himself, planting his hands on either side of Tank, as he pulled himself almost all the way out, before he pushed back inside of Tank. Tank rolled his head back, moaning as Takeo began to thrust inside. Yeah, he definitely liked this more than the fingers. He managed to reach deeper inside, and was hitting all the right spots. When Takeo picked up the pace, he felt his cock leaking onto his abdomen, twitching for attention.
He moved his hand down, ready to stroke himself off, but Takeo suddenly sprang into action, grabbing his wrist, and pinned it back on the sheets. "No."
Tank's eyes widen, a strangled whine from being denied pathetically leaving his lips. "What? Come on, just let me-"
Takeo's other hand reached up, pinning his other arm, not slowing his thrusts. "What's wrong? Am I not pleasing you enough."
"I-I didn't say that." He groaned, feeling the slow change of his thrusts. They were harder, more direct against him than before.
"Then you don't need to touch yourself. Besides, I enjoy watching you squirm." Takeo smirked, as he gave a particularly hard thrust inside Tank.
Tank let out a cry as, suddenly, Takoe brushed against something inside of him, and it felt like he saw stars, his body spasming as something he could only describe as lightning spread through his body. Fuck, whatever he did, he felt good. Real fucking good. Takeo seemed proud, as he picked up the pace, no longer going easy on Tank.
Tank gasped and moaned, each hard thrust making him curse out in pleasure. Damn bastard of a Samurai was enjoying this, purposely keeping Tank in place, unable to touch himself as he was fucked into the bed. He felt another rub against something, and let out another whine.
Takeo groaned with each thrust, gripping Tank's wrists to try and ground himself, the need to chase the pleasure growing. It was addicting how tight he was around him. He wanted to ruin him. To leave his body aching, the evidence of their activities to stay all over him. It was like an obsession, to crave the idea that Tank would never be able to rid himself of his touch all over him. It made him pound deeper, as flushed as he could possibly get, earning the rewarding moans from Tank that left him quivering.
At this point, neither man could focus on anything else but the other. No attempt to be quiet was made. If Nikolai and Richtofen heard, let them listen to Tank sing from being fucked into the mattress like some prostitute. Hell, Tank was sure he wouldn't even want Takeo to stop if the other two walked into the room right now and caught them in the act. Let them watch him be reduced to a pathetic moaning bitch.
Tank could feel the build up of his orgasm get dangerously close, and he still felt like his cock was painfully ignored. He needed to be touched, to get close to completion. "Tak... Tak, please... Just let me touch myself." He begged, voice softer than it usually was.
Takeo shook his head, grunting as he kept up his rough thrusts. "No."
Tank could cry from being denied once again. "Come on! Please! At least you can do it. I need it."
Takeo groaned, his head pressing against the crook of Tank's neck. "Not a chance in hell. You're not finishing until I say so."
"Tak, please, I'll do anything at this point!"
"Said that before." Takeo huffed, thrusting deep into tank, pausing a second only so he could shake his hips, rocking his cock into Tank. "What would you want to do to convince me?" He questioned him. He already got part of what he wanted earlier, and right now, he was quite satisfied just shoving his cock into Tank.
Tank grit his teeth, cursing the damn Samurai for being a stubborn bastard. It was already hard trying to think straight, but now he needed to beg and come up with something Takeo might like just so he can rub his cock.
"I'll... I'll ride you."
"Oh, you will?" Takeo cooed, still rocking his hips. "Ok... If you ride me good enough, I'll give you what you want."
Tank sighed in relief, at least given a chance to get some kind of chance to take the lead.
Takeo slipped himself out, Tank grunting as he was now left empty. Takeo shifted himself, laying beside Tank , as he laid on his back. He gestured to Tank towards his lap. "Come."
Tank didn't waste much time, as he shifted himself up. He crawled over Takeo, sitting himself up on his lap. He looked down at Takeo's flushed face. He was watching Tank with half lidded eyes, memorizing his body from his position.
Tank didn't know what the hell he was doing. He was just going to have to trust his memories of how the women he slept with before did it. He leaned forward, as he reached below and grab Takeo's cock and lined it up against his hole. He took a deep breath, before he sank down, feeling him reenter with much more ease. Takeo groaned, his hand moving to Tank's hips, holding him in place for a moment. Tank sighed, holding onto Takeo. He could do this, he just needed to take this slow and easy, since he needed to get Takeo in a good mood.
After mentally hyping himself up, he lifted his hips up, before moving back down. He groaned, already feeling his body getting overstimulated again. He could curse out Takeo for laying back so cool, like he wasn't affected nearly as much as Tank was right now. He huffed, as he moved himself faster, rocking his hips side to side, circling around Takeo to add more friction between them.
He slowly got himself in a good speed, bouncing up and down. Takeo didn't move him, beyond keeping his hands on Tank. He was mesmerized, wanting to keep the image of Tank riding his cock desperately in his mind. He knew Tank would do anything at this point to keep his attention and please him. He liked it- No. He loved it. He wanted to drown himself in Tank's affections, keeping his eyes on only him. No one else earned the right. They didn't deserve to see this.
Takeo already knew why. Why he wanted to be the only one, why he always was near him, why he was itching to jump on him the first chance he got. He may have felt a lot more than simple companionship for Tank. He looked Tank over, watching his cock bob up and down against his abdomen, a groan leaving him. "You look so perfect. I think I'm falling for you."
Tank sucked in a breath, feeling his chest tighten at the words. He leaned forward, his forehead pressed Takeo's, so close and could watch his reactions up close. "I think I'm falling for you too."
They didn't need to say the word, nothing else needed to be said anyways. Neither knew how to say it to anyways.
Takeo looked between them again, and after a moment, he used his hand to wrap around Tank's cock, and began to stroke him. Tank cried out suddenly, his eyes clenching tightly.
"O-oh fucking Christ-" He struggled, his hips bucking quickly as he messily bounced on Takeo. He didn't expect to suddenly have his neglected cock to get attention.
"You've done so well. I want you to fall apart for me." Takeo groaned, his own hips starting to pick up, meeting Tank's sloppy bounces.
Tank swallowed, doing all he could to not fall apart right then and there. He felt like he was on his last legs, not knowing how much longer he could hold on after everything. He helplessly moved, panting and whining, the pressure in the pit of his stomach reaching his peak.
He couldn't hold back, as he slammed himself down on Takeo one last time, before he let out a shout. He spilled over Takeo's hand and both their abs, crying out loudly. He hadn't been given a chance to rest, as Takeo held on tightly, his hips thrusting up into his sensitive body with harsh thrusts, chasing his own orgasm. Tank was on the verge of tears when Takeo finally grunted and paused, and spilled himself deep into Tank.
Finally, after holding their position for so long, Takeo relaxed, and finally let Tank go, who fell on top of the other man with a thud. They were both left in a sweaty, tired mess, Tank's mind for once drawing a blank. His face pressed into the crook of Takeo's neck, taking in the stench of his musk. He couldn't be bothered to move, as he caught his breath. Takeo didn't say a word, as he was crushed under the larger man, his eyes staring at the ceiling as he tried to relax.
After what felt like centuries, Tank was the first one to speak up. "So... How do you feel about cuddling after sex?"
The question was so absurd, Takeo couldn't help but laugh. It certainly broke the tension between them. "You are something else, Tank."
"I am good at ruining the mood." He gave him a toothy grin, as he gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.
Tank finally built the courage to roll off Takeo, giving the smaller man a chance to breath again. However, as he began to roll, Takeo's cock, that was still lodged inside of Tank, slowly slipped out with a wet pop, and Tank felt as excess cum spilled from his hole. He hissed, as he laid on his back, looking down between his legs, trying to see the damage caused between them. "Fuck. I need a bath."
Takeo laid on his side, watching Tank pout as he stared at the mess, chuckling softly. "We don't have running water. It won't be easy to clean."
"Bastard. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Very much."
The pair was silent for a second. Neither made a move, not knowing what to say next. Finally, Tank looked at Takeo, more serious than he usually is. "Takeo... About what you said..." He adjusted himself, laying on his side. "Did you... Mean it? You weren't just saying that because of the heat of the moment?"
Takeo was silent, a little surprised Tank asked. He was looking into Tank's eyes, gazing into those blue orbs with sincerity. "Have you ever known me to say things I don't mean?"
Tank knew he had a point. If there was one thing about Takeo, when he spoke, he never said a thing he never believed in. Every thought he shared, every insult, every praise, he did it with all the sincerity he could muster. He truly had feelings for Tank.
Takeo spoke again, interrupting Tank's thoughts, his voice less assured than a moment ago. "Did you mean what you said?"
Like he had to ask. If there was one thing Tank shared with Takeo, it was that he was as honest as Takeo was about his feelings.
He reached over, his hand placed gently over Takeo's. "Every word of it. I don't joke about that kind of stuff. You're stuck with me, Takoo."
Takeo smiled, as he scooted closer to Tank, leaving a soft kiss on his lips. "Then it seems the two of us will be together for a long time."
"Sounds like a dream." Tank hummed against his lips.
The pair cuddled close, feeling the most comfortable they've ever felt in their life. They were caught in the bliss of staying in bed, no other thing mattering outside the room.
After a moment of silence, Tank finally spoke up again, his words instantly ruining their moment. "My arm hurts like a mother fucker."
"Oh for God's sake, Dempsey." Takeo mutters, instantly annoyed as he remembers that damn injury. Now he had to worry about if they reopened any wounds while fucking the daylights out of the other.
Damn that stupid, sexy American.
The next morning was a bit of a mess, as Tank and Takeo had to rush themselves downstairs. After their very passionate night, they had chosen to sleep together for the night, tangled in the other's embrace with no care, being the most comfortable they had been in a long time. But both had overslept, and knew that soon, Richtofen and Nikolai would come find them.
So, despite the protests from Tank, they had to quickly dress themselves appropriately, and raced downstairs to find Nikolai and Richtofen talking by the teleporter on the stage. Richtofen was practically pressing himself on Nikolai, who was doing nothing to push him away, only mildly disinterested at best.
The second the pair entered the room, approaching the stage and climbing up, Richtofen straightened himself up, pulling from Nikolai, only to cross his arms and frown at the odd couple. "Well, look who decided to show up 20 minutes late. Had enough of your temper tantrum from yesterday?"
Tank rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever Rectalfan. I'm feeling just fine, thank you."
Nikolai laughed. "Hope so. You sounded very happy last night."
At that moment, both Tank and Takeo could feel their respected faces burn from embarrassment. They knew damn well what Nikolai meant, and there was no point in denying it. Not when neither of them attempted to even try to be quiet. It was only natural that they would be heard.
Richtofen waved his hand. "Yes, well, enough about Takeo and Dempsey's sex life. I have important news to share." He gestured towards the teleporter. "Fortunately, my dear friends, I have finally got the teleporter up and running again! Which means we can finally be free of this theater once and for all! No need to thank me." He bowed with a pleased smile.
That earned everyone's attention, as the reality came that they could finally leave. After all this time, it was finally time to get going, and get back on track to their goal.
"Wait, you're serious? We're finally getting out of this shithole?"
"Yes, just as I've said. Now, I can't promise we will go back in time, but regardless, we will be able to get out of here, so, I suggest everyone grab the essentials before we have to deal with more of our bitey little friends. Now, go go, get ready, let me make the final adjustments."
Richtofen shooed them away, as they rested to grab any ammo, food, and working weapons they could bring with them. Tank had to make sure any medical stuff he was using was in good shape and packed safely. As he finished packing up, he heard a knock at the door. He looked up, Takeo standing there with his own packed supplies.
"The others are ready. Have you got everything?"
"Yeah, just finishing up." Tank nodded, standing up and finally heading out the door. The pair, despite their eagerness to get out of the building, took their time as they walked side by side. "So... Guess no more root top alone time, huh?"
"I suppose so." Takeo hummed. "Do not concern yourself. There will be new stars to look at when he gets to our new location."
"Yeah, but I kind of liked that we had our own private thing. Who knows if we'll be able to be alone again in the new spot." He sighed.
Takeo thought for a moment, as he had to agree with Tank on that concern. He did enjoy having something just to themselves, and the idea they wouldn't get lucky like that again was a shame. But, he simply put a hand on Tank's shoulder in a comforting manner. "We may not be. But we still will be by each other's side. That is what is important."
Tank smiled at that, even if it was a bit cheesy. "Yeah. You're right. I just hope we get separate rooms again. I wouldn't mind sharing with you. We could get our 'alone' time in a different way." Tank cooed, already hinting at his craving for another repeat of last night.
Takeo rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a smile. "You're impossible."
"Maybe, but you like it." Tank chuckled. "Now come on. Before Richtofen blows a gasket because we're late."
With that in mind, the pair hurried alone, making their way back to the teleporter, ready for whatever was ahead. Despite the long, dark road ahead, with more zombies and plenty more unknown danger paving the way, Tank and Takeo knew that as long as they stood by the other, protecting the other from anything Samantha threw at them, they just might make it out of this alive, and maybe, they could make something new together, something that would make life worth while.