*awkwardly raises hand* um, hey...? Any requests for stories out there? I can do pretty much any kinda fic, or at least I'll have a go. Choose a pairing that's tagged. Whatevs. *shrugs*
word count: 1,365
warnings: NSFW/NC-17 content, mentions of branding
note: this was for geoffy!!!
Nilesy trailed into the factory after the two men, eyes widening at how they had managed to recover so quickly from the setback of the bomb incident. He’d been approached by them shortly after the treaty, only given the reasoning that they wanted to enlist his help in rebuilding. By the state of their new underground base, it didn’t seem like they needed much assistance.
Sips clapped him on the shoulder and headed down the cobble stairway they’d added into a mine shaft. Sjin told him to wait in the base until they’d found something of interest to bring back to the surface. They disappeared under the stone flooring of the cave, and Nilesy waited for a moment before taking place in front of the large glass wall that stared out into the depths of the ocean.
He thought he saw a brigade of bubbles in his peripheral, but dismissed them for shadows through cobwebs on the walls and continued to watch squids squirm past the windows. Nilesy felt a pressure on his chest and he was slammed back into the corner where stone cavern met glass, someone holding him and there was heavy breathing in his ear as the invisible attacker moved to undo his belt buckle.
He tried to call out to Sjin that there seemed to be a situation, but there was only silence in reply. The invisible person dragged their teeth over his neck, hands running at the edge of his shirt. Nilesy could tell simply from the feeling of the person’s body flush against his that it was another man. The only clues to who it could have been were the slight laughs he made at Nilesy’s poor attempts to get Sips and Sjin’s attention. Bubbles drifted up in his vision and his bottom lip was taken between a set of teeth that bit until he bled.
Nilesy moaned, and there was a clash of hips against his own. Nails dug into his back and left trails of bright red scratches across Nilesy’s skin as their kiss grew more heated. Nilesy could feel the other person’s breath growing ragged, and the kiss relented.
For a moment, the presence of the other left his body completely. He shivered at lack of contact, looking for another blip of the bubbles floating to the roof of the cave. There was the sound of clattering footsteps and Sips’ voice slightly berating Sjin for some careless act, like maybe not watching where a spawner had been, or almost stepping into lava.
They entered the room with their picks on their backs, and they were laughing. Their view panning over to Nilesy, leaning on the wall with a hickey blooming on his skin and his shirt half hitched up. He was trying to regain his composure, his face turning a shade of pink and about to sputter an explanation when his pants were yanked down by the invisible man.
Sips smirked. Sjin rolled his eyes.
“He’s at it again, Sjin?”
Nilesy swallowed hard, feeling one hand palm at his erection and a question trying to form in his thoughts.
“Wh-who exactly–?”
Sips grinned, making his way over to Nilesy. He reached out with precision, pulling up the attacker forcefully. A helmet fell down to the floor, rolling down toward the stairs and revealing dark red hair. The invisibility suit blipped briefly, Ridge flashing in and out of camouflage. Sips dragged Ridge from his knees and into a chaste kiss before knocking him back into Nilesy, who was stammering with confusion.
“You? It was you?”
Ridge caught his balance, distancing himself from Nilesy by only inches, a smirk lasting on his face. Nilesy straightened out his shirt and looked back to the dark water, masking his flustered expression as his erection painfully stuck out of his boxers. Ridge smoothed down his hair, watching Sips carefully.
“Keep going,” Sips laughed. He turned, and Sjin already had Ridge’s helmet in his hands. He tossed it to his employer, and Sips held it out to Ridge. As Sips walked back to Sjin and wrapped an arm loosely around the taller man’s waist, Ridge brightened considerably.
“Are you going to be alright?” Ridge asked.
Nilesy watched the freckles across Ridge’s nose and nodded vigorously. His voice stuck in his throat. Ridge placed the helmet over his hair, and he blinked back out of Nilesy’s vision. His boxers were pulled down to free his erection from its cloth confines, and Ridge’s hand began to pump a slow rhythm around him. Ridge’s other hand climbed under his shirt and gripped at his skin, his teeth biting the shell of his ear.
Nilesy moaned out, and there was a slight wetness of Ridge’s tongue across his ear. He bucked up into Ridge’s hand, encouraging him to go faster. He only caught glimpses of Ridge’s skin and mussed clothing where the armour didn’t cover as the power ran lower from overuse.
The pace changed drastically, and Nilesy felt Ridge get back to his knees. The only indication that Ridge’s mouth was going to be around him in seconds was the swipe of a tongue to the head of his dick.
He gasped out, his eyes looking over to the duo standing in idle nearby. Sjin was bent slightly, listening in as Sips muttered something into his ear. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched. Nilesy pressed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, hearing a sharp intake of air below and Ridge was taking him into his mouth. It only took a few seconds of Ridge running his tongue flat over the underside of his shaft for his knees to shake.
His hands found purchase on the helmet, and he knocked it back off of Ridge’s head, feeling a falter in Ridge’s movements for only a second. His hands dug into the locks of Ridge’s hair, steadying himself with the wall and feeling more at ease that he wasn’t the only one being seen.
Ridge took more of him in, almost the entire length, occasionally sparing a glance upward to watch Nilesy. His head fell back to lean against the glass, eyes fluttering closed and sometimes he unintentionally moved his hips with Ridge’s motions. Nilesy felt himself getting dangerously close, the hands fisted in Ridge’s hair lightly tugging as a warning.
“Ah, fuck,” he whined, and when Ridge hummed around him, he couldn’t take it anymore.
Nilesy was finishing with Ridge’s name on his lips all too soon, trembling as he watched through half closed eyes as the redhead swallowed his cum and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Ridge helped Nilesy tuck himself into his boxers and pants, which Nilesy was quick to adjust and zip up. His hands were slightly unsteady as he redid the belt buckle. Ridge shrugged out of the armor and he packed it away into his inventory. His clothes were wrinkled underneath.
“Well.”
“I’d say that was quite the show, Sips.”
“They did a really nice job back there, Sjin,” Sips agreed, looking up at him.
Sjin called Ridge over to their side, resuming their usual business as if the ordeal hadn’t just happened. As if it were a normal routine. Sips went off about whatever came to his head, opening one of the chests and depositing a few cobblestone inside, instructing Ridge on the next thing he needed to get started on if he wanted to keep using their battery.
Nilesy took a large breath, smoothing out his clothing and trying to calm back down. He asked what they wanted for him to do, and when Sjin was handing off one of his assignments to him, his eyes drifted back to Ridge, heading down into the mine shaft.
He couldn’t help but notice between the folds of cloth that the edge of a brand was showing on the side of his hip, quite noticeably the logo for the dirt factory.
Nilesy rubbed his own side, feeling the raised skin and trying not to remember the situation that he’d gone through to have it put there, but felt relieved that he wasn’t the only one marked as theirs.
