The Vanguard Soldiers

[fayren]

I’ve been picking at this comic for over a month now, scratching away at it when feeling absolutely blocked as a means of therapy.

It’s like a year since this game came out, but I absolutely adore Bloodborne and I can’t get enough of the lore and story. I’ve never seen such an eloquent explanation for a player character’s constant death and rebirth. The Hunter’s tortured soul, unable to die, cursed to seek the thrills of the Hunt. There are so many little stories like this one, tucked away in the game and item descriptions if you want to find them, but not forced upon you if you don’t. 

[dorkagedoodles]

You are truly a blessing, THE blessing I've been looking for in the DA fandom, thank you for your art, i don't have the words to say how much I love it

adfdgja, thank you anon. <3 .. .sorry it took so long to reply. I don’t know what else to say. I’m not good with words either.

[thevanguardsoldiers]

❣

It all started with some training, y'know a bit of sparing, keep the muscles loose and all that yeah?...well...one thing leads to another and...Someone gets hit in the stomach with a rock...and then the fireballs start to fly, and the lava joins them shortly after...Talk about a "heated argument"...Piers was pretty sure both of their eyebrows had been singed off at some point, but they were both so covered in mud, soot, and dirt that any marks or burns would only be discovered much later...However this wasn't the point...In fact, the point was indeed that they were currently tumbling amid their scorched earth, lips pressed together like they were consuming each other's souls.This was probably only just the start of their heated encounter...

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"I really need it!"

As hands knees made contact with hardwood flooring, Dee Ay had realized they both wanted the same thing right now; The Echo-Six Captain had an Itch that needed to be scratched, an Itch that he hadn’t felt for a long time, that is of course, until he met this hulk of a man.Crispin was still in his fatigues as he lowered his face and raised his backside in hopes of appeasement, heart rate complimenting the sudden primal feel their interactions just took.Jettingham wiggled his rear end back and forth, voice stern yet needy, “Then come on and take it ‘daddy’” the last word was shrouded in a taunting tone as he glanced back, smirking, biting his lower lip in anticipation.

[bigbarasmut-deactivated20150409]

Feverishly, Tonraq tossed off his boots and struggled to get his pants off as Jettingham teasingly shook his ass at him. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” the chief said under his breathe, now kicking off his underwear, shaking it off his ankle like a bad dance. Tonraq felt a primal need surging through his veins, now stumbling on all fours towards Crispin’s ass, grabbing both cheeks, kissing one and then the other, before prying them apart and putting his tongue on the captain’s hole. Tonraq growled and spanked him roughly, occasionally allowing his tongue to move southward so he could lap at his balls and stiff shaft. 

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Moaning in pleasure, and chortling in delight at the suddenness of the situation, Dee Ay yelped when the large, rough hand came down on his rear, arousal induced chuckling quickly resuming. This type of feeling didn't come around often for the soldier, the kind of itch that only another man could take care of....but when it did, Crispin needed it bad...and he had no doubt that his date could take care of him...the way his tongue explored regions that would confuse most other men..it made him shiver. But Crispin Jettingham was an indulgent man when it came to these rare occasions, he wanted the full treatment...the full tongue fucking, ass ramming treatment.. "Fuck man just shove your face in there..!" Desperation laced his voice like sweet honey as sweat began to form on his lean frame, body developing a slight lusty sheen, with the smaller man trying to push his body (and therefore ass) toward the hot muscled man behind him.

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Care to join me?" (Any muse)

17. Seeing a movie

"I..I..E-Excuse me?" Had he been staring for too long? Spirits help him, the shock that the younger man had even spoke to him was too much; What had he even said?Alistair could not hold back the thickening blush that was on his scruffy face, trying to block out the devious images he had just created within his thoughts.Shocked, tired, and more than a little aroused because of his cursed imagination, the blond cringed in embarrassment,"Sorry, I didn’t quite..er…hear you.."Oh how smooth he was, how very charming.

[that-hottie-bolin]

The Earthbender chuckled before holding out a small rectangular piece of paper. "I said I think this mover ticket is yours. At least, I thought I saw it fall from your pocket. Y’know, I’ve been in a few myself, I could probably get you in for free if you wanted. What movie are you seeing?" A warm smile spread across his face. He wasn’t really even sure if the movie ticket was his or not, but he was looking for an excuse to talk to the blonde. "My name’s Bolin, how about you?"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Movies...? Alistair Theirin certainly had not bought a ticket to those recently....was...was this kid..hitting on him? Thoughts zooming in the blond's head at the speed of light, he let out a nervous laugh before he responded, sputtering and pulling words out of his proverbial arse. "Y-Yes actually! I was...er..going to see that film everyone and their mother are talking about, The...uh...Adventures of Nuktuk...I think it was called..." So Smooth... This kid's name was Bolin huh?...cute... "O-Oh and Alistair by the way, my name is...Alistair." Wait, did this guy just claim to be an actor?

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Care to join me?" (Any muse)

17. Seeing a movie

"I..I..E-Excuse me?" Had he been staring for too long? Spirits help him, the shock that the younger man had even spoke to him was too much; What had he even said?Alistair could not hold back the thickening blush that was on his scruffy face, trying to block out the devious images he had just created within his thoughts.Shocked, tired, and more than a little aroused because of his cursed imagination, the blond cringed in embarrassment,"Sorry, I didn't quite..er...hear you.."Oh how smooth he was, how very charming.

[papabearredfield]

“I won't say I'm in love” ((I can picture a few of them actually going through the whole singing number))

At first, silence. And second? A reproachful follow-up of…yes, more silence. And third, the sound of uncertainty from Christopher, a choked, “U-…Uh?” with finger risen and hanging in air just as the words did all the same. One moment they had been speaking on wrestling, who was better, then Chris had mentioned - jokingly of course - he had to love him and so came this…strange answer…?

He wouldn’t say he was in love…?

Oh…

OH!…

Ohhhh…Oh, Chris saw what was going on. In which he scoffed and rolled his eyes, playfully shoving he shoulder of his equal.

"Oh shut the fuck up. Don’t think you can throw me off and make me go easy on ya by sayin’ shit like that. Ain’t gonna happen, blockhead."

[papabearredfield]

A slight, submissive nod.

"Yes, sir."

And the ravenous beast began the pleasuring of his enthusiastic prey. Hefting the legs onto his shoulders to reaffirm their contested position, Chris licked his lips once, twice, and then slowly let that same tongue lap out on “thrice” to graze gradually along the puckered entrance that he was all too ready to pay homage to…

Such a perfectly formed ass, muscular and toned and tensed against his image as he lowered himself and let a kiss fall to that soft flesh…just before his wet muscle once again whipped itself between the round and form cheeks his hands kneaded and massaged at. Really…and effectively…Chris Redfield had no shame in saying he buried his face into DeeAy’s backside.

Especially not when it was giving him te perfect view of the entire beautiful body in addition to the newly slicked entrance he had yet to dig into and the cock now freely standing before him…

Ugh…That was next…

But for now?…The sensuality over with for just a moment…? Chris was already an inch inside the man with his devilish little tongue…

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Oh..goddamn.." a breathless moan escaped Jettingham's tightly sealed mouth, his body twitching and flushing in response to the foreign muscle inside of him. He had done similar things before...but..no one had been so..eager. It felt so damn good. Crispin made the quick decision that their current position was not good enough, Redfield needed easy access to make use of his surprising talents... Pulling away from his rookie, Dee Ay turned over, holding himself up with his hands and knees. Grinning, he glanced back at the younger soldier, using one of his hands to spread himself open. "Well soldier? Gonna leave your superior hanging?"  A slap rang out as his hand struck the rounded muscle, area taking on a red shade, nerves stinging with a slight pain. "Hurry the fuck up!" Chris wasn't the only eager one...

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Alistair, stay behind me."

At first, it was harmless, Alistair grateful for the company while he was so…under-dressed.Then it was rather silly, as the strawberry blond did as he was told, a smirk on his seemingly permanent red face."With plea-suure…" escaped his mouth as his eyes focused on the much larger man’s ‘assets’, sarcasm dripping from his tongue as per the usual…But then…what on earth would provoke such a response from such a large man?Was he just being over-protective? …cute.But nonetheless…The ‘bearly’ dress man grew worried.

[papabearredfield]

"Anything for you…" Chris whispered back, heart pounding from passion emanating between them both, arms working underneath his king-slave to hold him close and brave himself as he was run through with the sword of his kingly knight. If this intense moment could last forever, Chris would be the happiest he had ever been, his true need and sheer desire for this man encompassing all else and satiating every other wanton priority other than making love to his beautiful cub…

The same cub that he egged on further with a growl and a slam of his ass down onto the base where he knew he would find round two of his prize waiting…

"Fuck…Baby…That’s it…go deeper…Make me feel every inch…" The panting, oh it was back…and so tantalizing it must feel on skin already so reddened and sensitive as Chris laid on its vast and perfectly fit expanse. He drew back for breath only when he knew that he could lock their eyes…while one hand earned a fistful of strawberry blond heartstrings.

"Every night…Yours…and only yours…" Prostate grazed, and he gasped, eyes averting as he felt nice again his cheeks burning bright…he was not going to last much longer…

"F…forever…Alistair…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Even with such a slow pace, the blond could tell the second round was about to end, every thrust making him moan the grizzly’s name, taking the initiative to slam himself inside his lover quite frequently, reveling in the noises and words the soldier was whimpering to him, every syllable giving him the energy Alistair needed to stake the bear with his thick girth, the member itself pulsing inside him, ready to be milked again, ready to burst for one final time. "B-Baby please…can I..can I cum Inside of you?" Ever the gentleman, Theirin gazed into those precious sapphire orbs, hands grabbing at the muscled ass that was pleasing him, encouraging Chris to go up and down, and down…so once they were finished, it would feel unnatural to not have Alistair’s erection inside him. Whimpers and snarls mingled as the end drew near, eyes closing, foreheads pressed together, lips joined for eternity.

[papabearredfield]

Or not so eternally as Chris pulled back with his ass graciously performing just what he was silently begged for, eyes locking with partners underneath that sparked a fueled fire. A flicker of red reflected in both pairs of enraptured eyes, and irises mirrored each other’s colors to create a swirling world of connection and oneness Chris had never experienced before. Bodies humanly close, love making tool shoved past his bundle of nerves, breath coming simultaneously and paced with adamant gazes never unlocking as he gave his final answer - the one he knew would send both men over the edge.

"Do it. Fuck, baby…FUCK! Do it!!! Fill me, Alistair, FILL ME!"

Augmented all by the rivulets now starting their steady drip above his cub, senses were overwhelmed, and utterly. That’s was all…that Chris Redfield could bear.

Moistened cheeks flew back with his neck as a torrential roar tore from his throat and one final time their skin collided with relentless force. The result was his rapture, his release.

His infinite, gargantuan release…

The same release that overflowed from the abdomens it shot between and pooled beside them in now ruined sheets…

The same release that inspired his maw to link with that of his cub not a moment later to ravage his every inch. His every…last…inch…offered…

[thevanguardsoldiers]

The moment the grizzly’s ass clenched in orgasm, it was over for the king. "FFUUUUUCCK!" One roar of a word, and the insides he had become so well acquainted with filled once more with warm, gooey seed.  The cub did not frantically thrust like the first time, but methodically rammed himself into the brunet, with every wave of warm semen, he impaled the soldier on him, making sure he could get his milk as deep as possible… This second climax was so wonderful it felt almost painful, Alistair biting his lower lip til the skin broke, nails digging into his lover’s sun kissed skin, feeling the escaping cum slide down his spent balls, and on to his own tight entrance. It made him shiver with lust pleasure as the last few spasms of seed were emptied from him, loving his own cum covered body, face splattered with the stuff… The blond was more than pleased when they kissed again, their sticky bodies pressing together, hair and spunk and muscle mixed between themselves, primal moans now replaced with whimpers of unconditional loyalty and love.  

[papabearredfield]

"Don’t pull…o-out…" Chris whined against the lips he lazily kissed when his lungs permitted, the spasms from both men declining only when the grizzly ceased his movement, senses entirely overcome by the extravagant and near blinding experience of having his lover fill him twice over, never letting go and never once letting him doubt how much love existed between the two feral creatures now coated in their own steaming essence. And there was no effort made to clean themselves off, the cum only turning into a reminder of just how insurmountably passionate their exchange had become…Of how hard they would have to try to top it the next night…

The thought brought a smile to Chris’ face as he intentionally pushed himself further down onto the cub’s steel shaft, soaking up every ounce of cum he could before rising against to barely let his head pry between his cheeks without leaving…do not rinse, and repeat.

"Inside me…all night…" The beast murmured softly before he turned back to the love of his life, eyes still glaring with lust and hormonal fury masking the tee love he held for him. A leap at his chest and…several more as he felt every inch of their bodies in precise detail. Thighs riding past one another, arms linking as their fingers did the same, even the pelvic thrusts both men gave that hardly ground their lower abdomens past one anther oh he felt all of it and more…

But…just one last kiss…

Last for a few seconds perhaps…

"Fuck…fuck, I love you Alistair Theirin…FUCK I love you…Don’t move…Don’t move anywhere but closer to me. Understand?"

Yeah he was sure he did…

"And I don’t just mean tonight…F-Fuck I-…G-God…For…ever…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

If it wasn’t for Chris and his expert…skills, the blond might have gone flaccid… But he remain as hard as steel, thrust ceasing, now only warmth surrounding his member, as warmth was surrounding his whole body… "Ne-Never gonna…leave you…" Spent, exhausted words left his red lips, a chortle here and there, in between the whimpers and sweet nothings. "Forever and..oh maker..ever..Christopher Redfield..mine.." Arching his back as they moved together, Alistair could not help himself, making sure that there was no inch of his neck or face he had not placed his lips upon, occasionally adding canines to the mix, loving how red he was making his mate’s skin. "I love you..so much.." A lazy thrust, and another kiss. "Yours..Your cub…" The sheets were done for. Their Chests were cum covered. Their bed would probably break one day…. But God it was all perfect… Right down to the blood that trickled from punctured lip.. "All night…and All day tomorrow…this again and again…” Theirin smiled as their bodies undulated in unison, brain void of all other thoughts but one; The thought of being with his big grizzly bear, forever, never leaving his side… Or even his inside, for that matter…

[papabearredfield]

"Marry me." The man belted without thinking further, but without regretting either. He had not even looked into his cub’s eyes for the request, merely inquired into his neck as he laid atop their cum-laden bodies beginning to mesh together. And as if to ensure he was heard, he repeated, and with a stronger tone as his hands squeezed those of his lover’s,

"Marry me, Alistair Theirin…"

Okay and here was where he would rise and link their gazes, smile so small but so radiant underneath the blue irises and Crimson cheeks.

"Let me be more than just your lover…Let me be your…"

A kiss after a moment of speechless wonderment. His own chortles were leant into the mix, but not a moment before he finished with the word that made him beam and shiver with anticipation…

"…Your husband…Alistair…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Well there go my dinner plans~" Playful tone shining through, Alistair pushed off the bed to sit upright, careful to make sure everything was staying where it should.  He had in fact, planned to propose this very week...once they had finished moving in, he's suggest they celebrate with a 'fancy dinner'...and well..the rest would be history. But now..fate seemed to push things along, as if they could not be wed any sooner.  Alistair Theirin loved this man, and made it clear with every touch and kiss he made in response, arms never letting their bodies separate from each other, whispering 'yes' and 'of course' in between every single kiss.

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Alistair, stay behind me."

At first, it was harmless, Alistair grateful for the company while he was so…under-dressed.Then it was rather silly, as the strawberry blond did as he was told, a smirk on his seemingly permanent red face."With plea-suure…" escaped his mouth as his eyes focused on the much larger man’s ‘assets’, sarcasm dripping from his tongue as per the usual…But then…what on earth would provoke such a response from such a large man?Was he just being over-protective? …cute.But nonetheless…The ‘bearly’ dress man grew worried.

[papabearredfield]

"Anything for you…" Chris whispered back, heart pounding from passion emanating between them both, arms working underneath his king-slave to hold him close and brave himself as he was run through with the sword of his kingly knight. If this intense moment could last forever, Chris would be the happiest he had ever been, his true need and sheer desire for this man encompassing all else and satiating every other wanton priority other than making love to his beautiful cub…

The same cub that he egged on further with a growl and a slam of his ass down onto the base where he knew he would find round two of his prize waiting…

"Fuck…Baby…That’s it…go deeper…Make me feel every inch…" The panting, oh it was back…and so tantalizing it must feel on skin already so reddened and sensitive as Chris laid on its vast and perfectly fit expanse. He drew back for breath only when he knew that he could lock their eyes…while one hand earned a fistful of strawberry blond heartstrings.

"Every night…Yours…and only yours…" Prostate grazed, and he gasped, eyes averting as he felt nice again his cheeks burning bright…he was not going to last much longer…

"F…forever…Alistair…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Even with such a slow pace, the blond could tell the second round was about to end, every thrust making him moan the grizzly’s name, taking the initiative to slam himself inside his lover quite frequently, reveling in the noises and words the soldier was whimpering to him, every syllable giving him the energy Alistair needed to stake the bear with his thick girth, the member itself pulsing inside him, ready to be milked again, ready to burst for one final time. "B-Baby please…can I..can I cum Inside of you?" Ever the gentleman, Theirin gazed into those precious sapphire orbs, hands grabbing at the muscled ass that was pleasing him, encouraging Chris to go up and down, and down…so once they were finished, it would feel unnatural to not have Alistair’s erection inside him. Whimpers and snarls mingled as the end drew near, eyes closing, foreheads pressed together, lips joined for eternity.

[papabearredfield]

Or not so eternally as Chris pulled back with his ass graciously performing just what he was silently begged for, eyes locking with partners underneath that sparked a fueled fire. A flicker of red reflected in both pairs of enraptured eyes, and irises mirrored each other’s colors to create a swirling world of connection and oneness Chris had never experienced before. Bodies humanly close, love making tool shoved past his bundle of nerves, breath coming simultaneously and paced with adamant gazes never unlocking as he gave his final answer - the one he knew would send both men over the edge.

"Do it. Fuck, baby…FUCK! Do it!!! Fill me, Alistair, FILL ME!"

Augmented all by the rivulets now starting their steady drip above his cub, senses were overwhelmed, and utterly. That’s was all…that Chris Redfield could bear.

Moistened cheeks flew back with his neck as a torrential roar tore from his throat and one final time their skin collided with relentless force. The result was his rapture, his release.

His infinite, gargantuan release…

The same release that overflowed from the abdomens it shot between and pooled beside them in now ruined sheets…

The same release that inspired his maw to link with that of his cub not a moment later to ravage his every inch. His every…last…inch…offered…

[thevanguardsoldiers]

The moment the grizzly’s ass clenched in orgasm, it was over for the king. "FFUUUUUCCK!" One roar of a word, and the insides he had become so well acquainted with filled once more with warm, gooey seed.  The cub did not frantically thrust like the first time, but methodically rammed himself into the brunet, with every wave of warm semen, he impaled the soldier on him, making sure he could get his milk as deep as possible… This second climax was so wonderful it felt almost painful, Alistair biting his lower lip til the skin broke, nails digging into his lover’s sun kissed skin, feeling the escaping cum slide down his spent balls, and on to his own tight entrance. It made him shiver with lust pleasure as the last few spasms of seed were emptied from him, loving his own cum covered body, face splattered with the stuff… The blond was more than pleased when they kissed again, their sticky bodies pressing together, hair and spunk and muscle mixed between themselves, primal moans now replaced with whimpers of unconditional loyalty and love.  

[papabearredfield]

"Don’t pull…o-out…" Chris whined against the lips he lazily kissed when his lungs permitted, the spasms from both men declining only when the grizzly ceased his movement, senses entirely overcome by the extravagant and near blinding experience of having his lover fill him twice over, never letting go and never once letting him doubt how much love existed between the two feral creatures now coated in their own steaming essence. And there was no effort made to clean themselves off, the cum only turning into a reminder of just how insurmountably passionate their exchange had become…Of how hard they would have to try to top it the next night…

The thought brought a smile to Chris’ face as he intentionally pushed himself further down onto the cub’s steel shaft, soaking up every ounce of cum he could before rising against to barely let his head pry between his cheeks without leaving…do not rinse, and repeat.

"Inside me…all night…" The beast murmured softly before he turned back to the love of his life, eyes still glaring with lust and hormonal fury masking the tee love he held for him. A leap at his chest and…several more as he felt every inch of their bodies in precise detail. Thighs riding past one another, arms linking as their fingers did the same, even the pelvic thrusts both men gave that hardly ground their lower abdomens past one anther oh he felt all of it and more…

But…just one last kiss…

Last for a few seconds perhaps…

"Fuck…fuck, I love you Alistair Theirin…FUCK I love you…Don’t move…Don’t move anywhere but closer to me. Understand?"

Yeah he was sure he did…

"And I don’t just mean tonight…F-Fuck I-…G-God…For…ever…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

If it wasn't for Chris and his expert...skills, the blond might have gone flaccid... But he remain as hard as steel, thrust ceasing, now only warmth surrounding his member, as warmth was surrounding his whole body... "Ne-Never gonna...leave you..." Spent, exhausted words left his red lips, a chortle here and there, in between the whimpers and sweet nothings. "Forever and..oh maker..ever..Christopher Redfield..mine.." Arching his back as they moved together, Alistair could not help himself, making sure that there was no inch of his neck or face he had not placed his lips upon, occasionally adding canines to the mix, loving how red he was making his mate's skin. "I love you..so much.." A lazy thrust, and another kiss. "Yours..Your cub..." The sheets were done for. Their Chests were cum covered. Their bed would probably break one day.... But God it was all perfect... Right down to the blood that trickled from punctured lip.. "All night...and All day tomorrow...this again and again..." Theirin smiled as their bodies undulated in unison, brain void of all other thoughts but one; The thought of being with his big grizzly bear, forever, never leaving his side... Or even his inside, for that matter...

[papabearredfield]

“I won't say I'm in love” ((I can picture a few of them actually going through the whole singing number))

At first, silence. And second? A reproachful follow-up of…yes, more silence. And third, the sound of uncertainty from Christopher, a choked, “U-…Uh?” with finger risen and hanging in air just as the words did all the same. One moment they had been speaking on wrestling, who was better, then Chris had mentioned - jokingly of course - he had to love him and so came this…strange answer…?

He wouldn’t say he was in love…?

Oh…

OH!…

Ohhhh…Oh, Chris saw what was going on. In which he scoffed and rolled his eyes, playfully shoving he shoulder of his equal.

"Oh shut the fuck up. Don’t think you can throw me off and make me go easy on ya by sayin’ shit like that. Ain’t gonna happen, blockhead."

[papabearredfield]

"Not a rookie." Chris mumbled between wet kisses, gulps of air interrupting their breathless connections when only entirely needed. He had no idea he had neglected his body’s most lustful intentions so horribly…To the point of where he could barely breathe without saying his tormentor’s name… He was far from one now, it seemed… "Deeay…" Risked again to stop their kisses only to have them start again with twofold voracity. "Deeay…God…fuck…Deeay…"

Fuck he was hard as a rock. Harder than a rock. He was steel. Diamond. Nothing could lower him from both his high, and his tented member so excited and begging to be tended to, yet… It had been a while…

He wondered how long it had been for his rival…?

Would they both finish before anything even started…?

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Tsk, you’ll always be my rookie, Redfield..” Jettingham had broken their kiss just to say this, but felt deprived immediately after he finished. DeeAy grabbed Redfield’s collar and dragged his massive upper body, and therefore his lips, straight to the smaller captain’s waiting maw, tongue now deep in the rookie’s throat, groans of ecstasy continuing as Crispin thrust his clothed stiffy against the younger male’s.  He wanted so bad to get it out his pants, but he couldn’t stop…he couldn’t stop his hips and he certainly couldn’t stop his lips… He had waited this for such a long time, and finally the rookie was his…all his Even if it was for but a minute…

[papabearredfield]

There would have been a shout of protest were these conditions at least somewhat different…yet Chris could not find anything more to say except,

"As long as I’m yours…"

And said so weakly… It wasn’t often this man felt weak…and far less often did he ever feel comfortable with that role. But here? Underneath his equal, the man he has wrestled with for ages, hiding his feelings from for ages…

God was this right.

Hips came to meet hips, and impressive girth came to meet impressive girth, bodies as close as they would have been were they at it again, yet here it felt as if there was something much more…notable, resonating here. Obviously, yes, but not simply lust.

They had lost all of their patience. And it was time to make up for lost time.

"Fuck you…" He murmured in one of the rare intervals he was given - and what did he mean? Oh…everything. Absolutely everything this could entail. And that was when two strong and large hands clamped down on the backside of his rival. The smack itself brought a groan from his depths that shoved into that throat he was trying so desperately to reach with his tongue.

"Need…to fuck…my captain…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Jettingham’s heated, yet relatively expressionless face stared down at the larger male, suddenly overcome with a snarling smirk; once a rookie always a rookie… "Fresh meat wants to fuck, huh?" Oh he was raging with thousands of emotions and hormones, sitting back into the huge hands that nearly eclipsed his well formed wrestler’s ass. "Only good soldiers get to fuck me, rookie, and I’m not so sure you’ve been good to your captain today..” A small twinge of guilt was present inside his chest, not entirely wanting to do this to the kid he knew all those years ago. But they were both men… Sexually frustrated (Once) confused gay men And they had not felt something like this in such a long time. Crispin licked his lips before giving Chris a much more tender kiss, eyes softer, for only a second before he restated his stern stance. "Do you think you’ve been a good soldier today, Redfield?"

[papabearredfield]

Chris wasted no time in switching stances himself, knowing full well how to combat the aggressiveness incarnate that DeeAy was. He wanted a good soldier…then he would get a good soldier…And he would get it now… "Yes sir…" He whispered softly as he rolled forward, hands taking vices on the man’s hips as he softly joined their lips again, forcing his brunet partner to slip from his lap and land on his back, muscled thighs taking hardly a millisecond to dock atop the already pleading member he wanted to see slamming against his body in all its rough and enormous beauty… Chris, to put it frankly, would not take no for an answer. And if his sudden sex mate wanted a gentler, softer man to hold while they made their first session of love…Then who was he to say no? "I think I have been good…and all I want is to make you feel good, sir…" He continued, frustrated and teeming with excitement. The gauntlet had already been filled, their appetites however all but satiated. Only the appetizer…and here is when his sudden master was going to get his creamy and delectable palette cleanser - his most loving, and adorable act he could possibly put in a show. Which was why he now lowered himself and began to lap and kiss tenderly at the neck he had been eyeing for minutes - okay hours - now. Accompanied with the softest of purrs and whines of unarguable wanton lust. "U-Un…My Captain…Please…Please let your soldier fill you with his affection…"

His gleaming sapphire eyes rose, perfectly settled atop those blushing cheeks meant to feign innocence.

"Fill you with his cock…?"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Ugh..There was obviously some embellishment in this whole submissive character Chris had become…but nonetheless, it was still downright adorable, how could he say no? And God the tongue… "No." Like that. "Good soldiers address their captain as sir, rookie…” Even though their new position was quite compromising, Jettingham kept his composure, as it was time Redfield learned his place, right here, right now. "If you were a good soldier, you’d be rimming your captain right now, but If you don’t want to fuck me…" He trailed off; Maybe this was a stretch…but DeeAy would never know if he didn’t try.. Without waiting for a response, he adjusted their bodies so Redfield was on his hands and knees, Crispin’s legs now resting on muscular shoulders at an approximate ninety degree angle. A hand then found the bulge that was straining poor fabric, tugging and pressing and rubbing the thing for mere amusement. "I guess you’re just a flop rookie, shame, you have a ton of potential…”

[papabearredfield]

God he was drooling…Chris was actually drooling as he looked at the body presented for him in a way he had never even dreamed of. His ass was right there…and his cock was so…undeniably wet and desperate for the attention…In a way, the submissive man was being given everything his dominant side was screaming for. The topping, the rimming, the commands that to him were basic requests that he was all too happy to fulfill. And of the captain wanted his ass eaten…then goddamnit this grizzly was going to ravage him to the core.

"Whatever you want…sir…" He coyly responded, smirk falling with his eyes that now took wholly in the sight - he could see flesh…perfectly tanned flesh at the man’s waist as his shirt rode up with his actions. Fuck it looked delicious…he wanted it…all of it to himself. And the man was offering it?

It was a dream come true…

But they were only halfway to this dream. Chris’ arms hooked around muscular thighs and without a word of warning, he went above and beyond the call of duty as his “superior’s” body was lifted with him. He drew back on his haunches and within a moment, his fingers were playing at the edges of those awfully loose jeans…

Them their eyes met…And his cock throbbed…

They were both starving for this…

Rip them off, he could almost hear the beast below him demanding…So he did.

The denim was rent and thrown aside. In which Christopher smiled down at his commander, begging for glamorous praise.

"Should I keep going, sir?"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

The lines were blurred, between Jettingham's submissive and dominant sides... He had the muscular man under his thumb, yet was giving him everything he wanted.. Dee Ay had to admit that..that it was hotter than any situation he'd ever been in.. He looked up, his own clothed erection blocking some of Christopher's face, but not his eyes, which he intently gazed into. "Go to town, soldier, Don't be shy, eat up.." Nonchalant was the way to go as he glared daggers at the younger captain, hands behind his head, appearing as relaxed as possible in such a position.  The way he was being manhandled...Jesus it was almost too much...but Crispin could keep his cool, of that he had no doubt... Could Redfield? If he didn't...

[papabearredfield]

“I won't say I'm in love” ((I can picture a few of them actually going through the whole singing number))

At first, silence. And second? A reproachful follow-up of…yes, more silence. And third, the sound of uncertainty from Christopher, a choked, “U-…Uh?” with finger risen and hanging in air just as the words did all the same. One moment they had been speaking on wrestling, who was better, then Chris had mentioned - jokingly of course - he had to love him and so came this…strange answer…?

He wouldn’t say he was in love…?

Oh…

OH!…

Ohhhh…Oh, Chris saw what was going on. In which he scoffed and rolled his eyes, playfully shoving he shoulder of his equal.

"Oh shut the fuck up. Don’t think you can throw me off and make me go easy on ya by sayin’ shit like that. Ain’t gonna happen, blockhead."

[papabearredfield]

"Not a rookie." Chris mumbled between wet kisses, gulps of air interrupting their breathless connections when only entirely needed. He had no idea he had neglected his body’s most lustful intentions so horribly…To the point of where he could barely breathe without saying his tormentor’s name… He was far from one now, it seemed… "Deeay…" Risked again to stop their kisses only to have them start again with twofold voracity. "Deeay…God…fuck…Deeay…"

Fuck he was hard as a rock. Harder than a rock. He was steel. Diamond. Nothing could lower him from both his high, and his tented member so excited and begging to be tended to, yet… It had been a while…

He wondered how long it had been for his rival…?

Would they both finish before anything even started…?

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Tsk, you’ll always be my rookie, Redfield..” Jettingham had broken their kiss just to say this, but felt deprived immediately after he finished. DeeAy grabbed Redfield’s collar and dragged his massive upper body, and therefore his lips, straight to the smaller captain’s waiting maw, tongue now deep in the rookie’s throat, groans of ecstasy continuing as Crispin thrust his clothed stiffy against the younger male’s.  He wanted so bad to get it out his pants, but he couldn’t stop…he couldn’t stop his hips and he certainly couldn’t stop his lips… He had waited this for such a long time, and finally the rookie was his…all his Even if it was for but a minute…

[papabearredfield]

There would have been a shout of protest were these conditions at least somewhat different…yet Chris could not find anything more to say except,

"As long as I’m yours…"

And said so weakly… It wasn’t often this man felt weak…and far less often did he ever feel comfortable with that role. But here? Underneath his equal, the man he has wrestled with for ages, hiding his feelings from for ages…

God was this right.

Hips came to meet hips, and impressive girth came to meet impressive girth, bodies as close as they would have been were they at it again, yet here it felt as if there was something much more…notable, resonating here. Obviously, yes, but not simply lust.

They had lost all of their patience. And it was time to make up for lost time.

"Fuck you…" He murmured in one of the rare intervals he was given - and what did he mean? Oh…everything. Absolutely everything this could entail. And that was when two strong and large hands clamped down on the backside of his rival. The smack itself brought a groan from his depths that shoved into that throat he was trying so desperately to reach with his tongue.

"Need…to fuck…my captain…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Jettingham’s heated, yet relatively expressionless face stared down at the larger male, suddenly overcome with a snarling smirk; once a rookie always a rookie… "Fresh meat wants to fuck, huh?" Oh he was raging with thousands of emotions and hormones, sitting back into the huge hands that nearly eclipsed his well formed wrestler’s ass. "Only good soldiers get to fuck me, rookie, and I’m not so sure you’ve been good to your captain today..” A small twinge of guilt was present inside his chest, not entirely wanting to do this to the kid he knew all those years ago. But they were both men… Sexually frustrated (Once) confused gay men And they had not felt something like this in such a long time. Crispin licked his lips before giving Chris a much more tender kiss, eyes softer, for only a second before he restated his stern stance. "Do you think you’ve been a good soldier today, Redfield?"

[papabearredfield]

Chris wasted no time in switching stances himself, knowing full well how to combat the aggressiveness incarnate that DeeAy was. He wanted a good soldier…then he would get a good soldier…And he would get it now… "Yes sir…" He whispered softly as he rolled forward, hands taking vices on the man’s hips as he softly joined their lips again, forcing his brunet partner to slip from his lap and land on his back, muscled thighs taking hardly a millisecond to dock atop the already pleading member he wanted to see slamming against his body in all its rough and enormous beauty… Chris, to put it frankly, would not take no for an answer. And if his sudden sex mate wanted a gentler, softer man to hold while they made their first session of love…Then who was he to say no? "I think I have been good…and all I want is to make you feel good, sir…" He continued, frustrated and teeming with excitement. The gauntlet had already been filled, their appetites however all but satiated. Only the appetizer…and here is when his sudden master was going to get his creamy and delectable palette cleanser - his most loving, and adorable act he could possibly put in a show. Which was why he now lowered himself and began to lap and kiss tenderly at the neck he had been eyeing for minutes - okay hours - now. Accompanied with the softest of purrs and whines of unarguable wanton lust. "U-Un…My Captain…Please…Please let your soldier fill you with his affection…"

His gleaming sapphire eyes rose, perfectly settled atop those blushing cheeks meant to feign innocence.

"Fill you with his cock…?"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Ugh..There was obviously some embellishment in this whole submissive character Chris had become...but nonetheless, it was still downright adorable, how could he say no? And God the tongue... "No." Like that. "Good soldiers address their captain as sir, rookie..." Even though their new position was quite compromising, Jettingham kept his composure, as it was time Redfield learned his place, right here, right now. "If you were a good soldier, you'd be rimming your captain right now, but If you don't want to fuck me..." He trailed off; Maybe this was a stretch...but DeeAy would never know if he didn't try.. Without waiting for a response, he adjusted their bodies so Redfield was on his hands and knees, Crispin's legs now resting on muscular shoulders at an approximate ninety degree angle. A hand then found the bulge that was straining poor fabric, tugging and pressing and rubbing the thing for mere amusement. "I guess you're just a flop rookie, shame, you have a ton of potential..."

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Alistair, stay behind me."

At first, it was harmless, Alistair grateful for the company while he was so…under-dressed.Then it was rather silly, as the strawberry blond did as he was told, a smirk on his seemingly permanent red face."With plea-suure…" escaped his mouth as his eyes focused on the much larger man’s ‘assets’, sarcasm dripping from his tongue as per the usual…But then…what on earth would provoke such a response from such a large man?Was he just being over-protective? …cute.But nonetheless…The ‘bearly’ dress man grew worried.

[papabearredfield]

"Anything for you…" Chris whispered back, heart pounding from passion emanating between them both, arms working underneath his king-slave to hold him close and brave himself as he was run through with the sword of his kingly knight. If this intense moment could last forever, Chris would be the happiest he had ever been, his true need and sheer desire for this man encompassing all else and satiating every other wanton priority other than making love to his beautiful cub…

The same cub that he egged on further with a growl and a slam of his ass down onto the base where he knew he would find round two of his prize waiting…

"Fuck…Baby…That’s it…go deeper…Make me feel every inch…" The panting, oh it was back…and so tantalizing it must feel on skin already so reddened and sensitive as Chris laid on its vast and perfectly fit expanse. He drew back for breath only when he knew that he could lock their eyes…while one hand earned a fistful of strawberry blond heartstrings.

"Every night…Yours…and only yours…" Prostate grazed, and he gasped, eyes averting as he felt nice again his cheeks burning bright…he was not going to last much longer…

"F…forever…Alistair…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Even with such a slow pace, the blond could tell the second round was about to end, every thrust making him moan the grizzly’s name, taking the initiative to slam himself inside his lover quite frequently, reveling in the noises and words the soldier was whimpering to him, every syllable giving him the energy Alistair needed to stake the bear with his thick girth, the member itself pulsing inside him, ready to be milked again, ready to burst for one final time. "B-Baby please…can I..can I cum Inside of you?" Ever the gentleman, Theirin gazed into those precious sapphire orbs, hands grabbing at the muscled ass that was pleasing him, encouraging Chris to go up and down, and down…so once they were finished, it would feel unnatural to not have Alistair’s erection inside him. Whimpers and snarls mingled as the end drew near, eyes closing, foreheads pressed together, lips joined for eternity.

[papabearredfield]

Or not so eternally as Chris pulled back with his ass graciously performing just what he was silently begged for, eyes locking with partners underneath that sparked a fueled fire. A flicker of red reflected in both pairs of enraptured eyes, and irises mirrored each other’s colors to create a swirling world of connection and oneness Chris had never experienced before. Bodies humanly close, love making tool shoved past his bundle of nerves, breath coming simultaneously and paced with adamant gazes never unlocking as he gave his final answer - the one he knew would send both men over the edge.

"Do it. Fuck, baby…FUCK! Do it!!! Fill me, Alistair, FILL ME!"

Augmented all by the rivulets now starting their steady drip above his cub, senses were overwhelmed, and utterly. That’s was all…that Chris Redfield could bear.

Moistened cheeks flew back with his neck as a torrential roar tore from his throat and one final time their skin collided with relentless force. The result was his rapture, his release.

His infinite, gargantuan release…

The same release that overflowed from the abdomens it shot between and pooled beside them in now ruined sheets…

The same release that inspired his maw to link with that of his cub not a moment later to ravage his every inch. His every…last…inch…offered…

[thevanguardsoldiers]

The moment the grizzly's ass clenched in orgasm, it was over for the king. "FFUUUUUCCK!" One roar of a word, and the insides he had become so well acquainted with filled once more with warm, gooey seed.  The cub did not frantically thrust like the first time, but methodically rammed himself into the brunet, with every wave of warm semen, he impaled the soldier on him, making sure he could get his milk as deep as possible... This second climax was so wonderful it felt almost painful, Alistair biting his lower lip til the skin broke, nails digging into his lover's sun kissed skin, feeling the escaping cum slide down his spent balls, and on to his own tight entrance. It made him shiver with lust pleasure as the last few spasms of seed were emptied from him, loving his own cum covered body, face splattered with the stuff... The blond was more than pleased when they kissed again, their sticky bodies pressing together, hair and spunk and muscle mixed between themselves, primal moans now replaced with whimpers of unconditional loyalty and love.  

[papabearredfield]

“I won't say I'm in love” ((I can picture a few of them actually going through the whole singing number))

At first, silence. And second? A reproachful follow-up of…yes, more silence. And third, the sound of uncertainty from Christopher, a choked, “U-…Uh?” with finger risen and hanging in air just as the words did all the same. One moment they had been speaking on wrestling, who was better, then Chris had mentioned - jokingly of course - he had to love him and so came this…strange answer…?

He wouldn’t say he was in love…?

Oh…

OH!…

Ohhhh…Oh, Chris saw what was going on. In which he scoffed and rolled his eyes, playfully shoving he shoulder of his equal.

"Oh shut the fuck up. Don’t think you can throw me off and make me go easy on ya by sayin’ shit like that. Ain’t gonna happen, blockhead."

[papabearredfield]

"Not a rookie." Chris mumbled between wet kisses, gulps of air interrupting their breathless connections when only entirely needed. He had no idea he had neglected his body’s most lustful intentions so horribly…To the point of where he could barely breathe without saying his tormentor’s name… He was far from one now, it seemed… "Deeay…" Risked again to stop their kisses only to have them start again with twofold voracity. "Deeay…God…fuck…Deeay…"

Fuck he was hard as a rock. Harder than a rock. He was steel. Diamond. Nothing could lower him from both his high, and his tented member so excited and begging to be tended to, yet… It had been a while…

He wondered how long it had been for his rival…?

Would they both finish before anything even started…?

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Tsk, you’ll always be my rookie, Redfield..” Jettingham had broken their kiss just to say this, but felt deprived immediately after he finished. DeeAy grabbed Redfield’s collar and dragged his massive upper body, and therefore his lips, straight to the smaller captain’s waiting maw, tongue now deep in the rookie’s throat, groans of ecstasy continuing as Crispin thrust his clothed stiffy against the younger male’s.  He wanted so bad to get it out his pants, but he couldn’t stop…he couldn’t stop his hips and he certainly couldn’t stop his lips… He had waited this for such a long time, and finally the rookie was his…all his Even if it was for but a minute…

[papabearredfield]

There would have been a shout of protest were these conditions at least somewhat different…yet Chris could not find anything more to say except,

"As long as I’m yours…"

And said so weakly… It wasn’t often this man felt weak…and far less often did he ever feel comfortable with that role. But here? Underneath his equal, the man he has wrestled with for ages, hiding his feelings from for ages…

God was this right.

Hips came to meet hips, and impressive girth came to meet impressive girth, bodies as close as they would have been were they at it again, yet here it felt as if there was something much more…notable, resonating here. Obviously, yes, but not simply lust.

They had lost all of their patience. And it was time to make up for lost time.

"Fuck you…" He murmured in one of the rare intervals he was given - and what did he mean? Oh…everything. Absolutely everything this could entail. And that was when two strong and large hands clamped down on the backside of his rival. The smack itself brought a groan from his depths that shoved into that throat he was trying so desperately to reach with his tongue.

"Need…to fuck…my captain…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Jettingham's heated, yet relatively expressionless face stared down at the larger male, suddenly overcome with a snarling smirk; once a rookie always a rookie... "Fresh meat wants to fuck, huh?" Oh he was raging with thousands of emotions and hormones, sitting back into the huge hands that nearly eclipsed his well formed wrestler's ass. "Only good soldiers get to fuck me, rookie, and I'm not so sure you've been good to your captain today.." A small twinge of guilt was present inside his chest, not entirely wanting to do this to the kid he knew all those years ago. But they were both men... Sexually frustrated (Once) confused gay men And they had not felt something like this in such a long time. Crispin licked his lips before giving Chris a much more tender kiss, eyes softer, for only a second before he restated his stern stance. "Do you think you've been a good soldier today, Redfield?"

[papabearredfield]

“I won't say I'm in love” ((I can picture a few of them actually going through the whole singing number))

At first, silence. And second? A reproachful follow-up of…yes, more silence. And third, the sound of uncertainty from Christopher, a choked, “U-…Uh?” with finger risen and hanging in air just as the words did all the same. One moment they had been speaking on wrestling, who was better, then Chris had mentioned - jokingly of course - he had to love him and so came this…strange answer…?

He wouldn’t say he was in love…?

Oh…

OH!…

Ohhhh…Oh, Chris saw what was going on. In which he scoffed and rolled his eyes, playfully shoving he shoulder of his equal.

"Oh shut the fuck up. Don’t think you can throw me off and make me go easy on ya by sayin’ shit like that. Ain’t gonna happen, blockhead."

[papabearredfield]

"Not a rookie." Chris mumbled between wet kisses, gulps of air interrupting their breathless connections when only entirely needed. He had no idea he had neglected his body’s most lustful intentions so horribly…To the point of where he could barely breathe without saying his tormentor’s name… He was far from one now, it seemed… "Deeay…" Risked again to stop their kisses only to have them start again with twofold voracity. "Deeay…God…fuck…Deeay…"

Fuck he was hard as a rock. Harder than a rock. He was steel. Diamond. Nothing could lower him from both his high, and his tented member so excited and begging to be tended to, yet… It had been a while…

He wondered how long it had been for his rival…?

Would they both finish before anything even started…?

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Tsk, you'll always be my rookie, Redfield.." Jettingham had broken their kiss just to say this, but felt deprived immediately after he finished. DeeAy grabbed Redfield's collar and dragged his massive upper body, and therefore his lips, straight to the smaller captain's waiting maw, tongue now deep in the rookie's throat, groans of ecstasy continuing as Crispin thrust his clothed stiffy against the younger male's.  He wanted so bad to get it out his pants, but he couldn't stop...he couldn't stop his hips and he certainly couldn't stop his lips... He had waited this for such a long time, and finally the rookie was his...all his Even if it was for but a minute...

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Alistair, stay behind me."

At first, it was harmless, Alistair grateful for the company while he was so…under-dressed.Then it was rather silly, as the strawberry blond did as he was told, a smirk on his seemingly permanent red face."With plea-suure…" escaped his mouth as his eyes focused on the much larger man’s ‘assets’, sarcasm dripping from his tongue as per the usual…But then…what on earth would provoke such a response from such a large man?Was he just being over-protective? …cute.But nonetheless…The ‘bearly’ dress man grew worried.

[papabearredfield]

"Anything for you…" Chris whispered back, heart pounding from passion emanating between them both, arms working underneath his king-slave to hold him close and brave himself as he was run through with the sword of his kingly knight. If this intense moment could last forever, Chris would be the happiest he had ever been, his true need and sheer desire for this man encompassing all else and satiating every other wanton priority other than making love to his beautiful cub…

The same cub that he egged on further with a growl and a slam of his ass down onto the base where he knew he would find round two of his prize waiting…

"Fuck…Baby…That’s it…go deeper…Make me feel every inch…" The panting, oh it was back…and so tantalizing it must feel on skin already so reddened and sensitive as Chris laid on its vast and perfectly fit expanse. He drew back for breath only when he knew that he could lock their eyes…while one hand earned a fistful of strawberry blond heartstrings.

"Every night…Yours…and only yours…" Prostate grazed, and he gasped, eyes averting as he felt nice again his cheeks burning bright…he was not going to last much longer…

"F…forever…Alistair…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Even with such a slow pace, the blond could tell the second round was about to end, every thrust making him moan the grizzly's name, taking the initiative to slam himself inside his lover quite frequently, reveling in the noises and words the soldier was whimpering to him, every syllable giving him the energy Alistair needed to stake the bear with his thick girth, the member itself pulsing inside him, ready to be milked again, ready to burst for one final time. "B-Baby please...can I..can I cum Inside of you?" Ever the gentleman, Theirin gazed into those precious sapphire orbs, hands grabbing at the muscled ass that was pleasing him, encouraging Chris to go up and down, and down...so once they were finished, it would feel unnatural to not have Alistair's erection inside him. Whimpers and snarls mingled as the end drew near, eyes closing, foreheads pressed together, lips joined for eternity.

[papabearredfield]

“I won't say I'm in love” ((I can picture a few of them actually going through the whole singing number))

At first, silence. And second? A reproachful follow-up of…yes, more silence. And third, the sound of uncertainty from Christopher, a choked, “U-…Uh?” with finger risen and hanging in air just as the words did all the same. One moment they had been speaking on wrestling, who was better, then Chris had mentioned - jokingly of course - he had to love him and so came this…strange answer…?

He wouldn’t say he was in love…?

Oh…

OH!…

Ohhhh…Oh, Chris saw what was going on. In which he scoffed and rolled his eyes, playfully shoving he shoulder of his equal.

"Oh shut the fuck up. Don’t think you can throw me off and make me go easy on ya by sayin’ shit like that. Ain’t gonna happen, blockhead."

[papabearredfield]

"Prick!" Chris roared back, grabbing the jabbing hand by the wrist and twisting it - but not painfully…he didn’t actually want to hurt him…

Wait yes he did. No…actually no he didn’t. Regardless, he pulled himself closer by that wrist and snarled audibly, sons coming from his throat in a…almost sensual way… "Don’t push your luck, rotten-meat. These roid muscles ain’t just for lookin’ pretty. They can make you feel things I’m sure you’ve never felt before…" Of course that hadn’t meant to be suggestive…but Chris was hardly thinking about what he wished to say now. Whatever slipped between his lips is what would be said…whether it meant something different or otherwise… Even closer he came, though. With a tug as well. "Cop us a feel if you don’t believe me." He growled with a flex.

Yup.

Room totally not filled with gay sexual tension.

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Holy Shit HolyShitHolySHIT! DeeAy did not know if the muscle-head knew what he was saying, and hoped to GOD that he disregarded the thick blush on his face as a sign of exertion.. He had to think of something quick before his impulses got the better of him… Never felt? C-Cop us a feel? What the FUCK was this asshole thinking? Without dwelling on it any further, Jettingham let himself think for a half a second, before speaking. "You want me to ‘Cop a feel’ Rookie bitch? FINE!" Practically bellowing the last word, Crispin used all of his might to bring the larger man down to the ground, wrist free, he used his muscles to press the man into the ground, faces once again inches a part. Was…Was this any better?

[papabearredfield]

The men came to the ground with a solid thud, but not before Chris’ own face began to darken with the realization of just how…close they were. And ever closer as they laid together on the ground…This…wasn’t a wrestling position… And he didn’t mind… Wait, yes he did. He so minded! Shaking away his glazed vision and his scrambled brain, Chris bared his teeth and growled once again, this time trying to make it as intimidating as possible when his pressed upward and tried to wrench free, chest flexing and stressing against his under armor shirt just like the rest of him…even his jeans having a hard time controlling his..muscles… "Cheap shot, fucker!" He spat into DeeAy’s face, one hand coming free to pull at the officer’s hair, pulling him off and to the side. He didn’t bother rolling on top of him… He just…nonchalantly sat up. "Whatever…There…us copped a feel, and I got you off me…Now you know…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Crispin sneered as he got dragged off of his…’prey’. Not letting Chris finish his words before he jammed his foot into Redfield’s ribs, snarling with contempt, yet completely unaware of the warmth that was stirring in his groin. "You call that a cheap shot, yet you get me off by my hair, typical bitch move.” He was fuming, but undeniably turned on by their short moment of contact.. Man those muscles, so tight and..ugh …what Jettingham wouldn’t give to feel those under him… His pride for one, as he had made clear. "Maybe you can take me on like a real man once you learn how to play by the rules like an adult, rookie."

[papabearredfield]

But the man was hardly phased by the contact. In fact, he was surprised the man hadn’t hurt his own foot on his toned abdomen…but then again, boots protected against that sort of thing, didn’t they? With hardly letting loose any sign of distress, Chris yawned and stretched out on his back, showing his disinterest in fighting and how weak he was inclined to actually making the effort. Time to turn the tables to his favor - the lazy side of things. "You’re always cussing me out. Kinda hurts, Deeay. And here I thought we were friends…" And if he didn’t fake a sniffle… "But I guess if you don’t like me I’ll just…leave you alone…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Now THAT was the final straw, even if he was kidding, DeeAy was not about to let any suggestion of that idea go unpunished… Punished? …Addressed Though what Jettingham didn’t realize is that he had let his impulsive nature take control, so without thinking, he was on top of the younger man, face angry, teeth exposed. "Now If you think for one goddamn second that I don’t like you, you have another fucking thing coming rookie!” Crispin had let his emotions take control now… Things would not end well, this became certain as the smaller male continued, voice furious. "I can cuss you out as much as I fucking want, Redfield, If I didn’t then you wouldn’t know your place!" (In his arms) The spec ops soldier got closer, hand on the muscular man’s chest for support. "Now are you going to fucking wrestle with me like a man, or am I going to have to Kiss the fuck out of you?!" Yeah. Yeah… …. NO NO NO HE DID NOT THAT WASNT …..there was no time to react… It had already been said… FUCK.

[papabearredfield]

There was a pause…

A drawn out pause as Chris stared blankly - almost confusedly - up at his pinner’s enraged visage. He had just misheard again - no…no he had definitely said…kiss the fuck out of you…

Why had he…? DeeAy surely didn’t mean…? Oh God…he…h-he did mean…

Chris broke. His mind snapped and something in him went into turbo - he wasn’t even sure what, but when his answer met even his own ears, he could hardly believe what he said…even after he did what he did next.

"Yes."

And that was when lips crashed. And Chris let his eyes flutter shut…

Goddamnit…He was gay as fuck for DeeAy…

[thevanguardsoldiers]

A funny thing, lying, one minute you’re damned good at it, the next you just let the biggest fucking thing slip… Usually it causes trouble… But not this time, much to Crispin’s shocked delight… The moment their lips met, he saw stars, and a wave of anxious anger left him, leaving Jettingham high and dry Mostly high, from the sudden action. In the midst of he blatant surprise, Dee Ay decided that he would make himself known to the rookie, that he would never forget this kiss and what followed. That’s why Jettingham held the man down and proceeded to explore his mouth, like he had wanted to do since the day they met…Lips messily meeting each other, tongues clashing in random skirmishes. They were totally gay for each other. And this was just the beginning…

[papabearredfield]

Two dominant men kissing each other the most feral way Chris had ever experienced, and in this one moment the Captain swore he’d never been more please with himself than this one moment. Yeah he’d had sex before but this? Finally admitting to himself that he found this man to be he most attractive thing on the face of the planet? Oh it was so much more satisfying…Tongues clashing, too?

Chris was experiencing nirvana.

"Don’t stop." He spoke before his hand came down on the back of DeeAy’s neck, steam pressing their lips together to almost visibly create said steam. And one could almost believe it was temporal when the sound of smacking mouths and clashing tongues resonated throughout the room…and throughout Chris’ embarrassed but heated body. Why he had put this off for so long, he did not know…but now that he had let this happen, he could only think one thing:

"Fucking finally."

[thevanguardsoldiers]

"Wouldn't count on it rookie.." DeeAy was quick to accept the situation, though he was sure he would wake up any second now... Any second we could wake up from this wet dream.. ...any...second... No? But he was so sure...what they were doing was the stuff off Jettingham's most lustful dreams... Hands groping those massive pecs, growling men shoving their faces together, stiff members grinding against each other over and over as DeeAy moved his hips to an unheard beat, slow and steady, underwear becoming wet, betting that Chris's would be the same...

[papabearredfield]

“I won't say I'm in love” ((I can picture a few of them actually going through the whole singing number))

At first, silence. And second? A reproachful follow-up of…yes, more silence. And third, the sound of uncertainty from Christopher, a choked, “U-…Uh?” with finger risen and hanging in air just as the words did all the same. One moment they had been speaking on wrestling, who was better, then Chris had mentioned - jokingly of course - he had to love him and so came this…strange answer…?

He wouldn’t say he was in love…?

Oh…

OH!…

Ohhhh…Oh, Chris saw what was going on. In which he scoffed and rolled his eyes, playfully shoving he shoulder of his equal.

"Oh shut the fuck up. Don’t think you can throw me off and make me go easy on ya by sayin’ shit like that. Ain’t gonna happen, blockhead."

[papabearredfield]

"Prick!" Chris roared back, grabbing the jabbing hand by the wrist and twisting it - but not painfully…he didn’t actually want to hurt him…

Wait yes he did. No…actually no he didn’t. Regardless, he pulled himself closer by that wrist and snarled audibly, sons coming from his throat in a…almost sensual way… "Don’t push your luck, rotten-meat. These roid muscles ain’t just for lookin’ pretty. They can make you feel things I’m sure you’ve never felt before…" Of course that hadn’t meant to be suggestive…but Chris was hardly thinking about what he wished to say now. Whatever slipped between his lips is what would be said…whether it meant something different or otherwise… Even closer he came, though. With a tug as well. "Cop us a feel if you don’t believe me." He growled with a flex.

Yup.

Room totally not filled with gay sexual tension.

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Holy Shit HolyShitHolySHIT! DeeAy did not know if the muscle-head knew what he was saying, and hoped to GOD that he disregarded the thick blush on his face as a sign of exertion.. He had to think of something quick before his impulses got the better of him… Never felt? C-Cop us a feel? What the FUCK was this asshole thinking? Without dwelling on it any further, Jettingham let himself think for a half a second, before speaking. "You want me to ‘Cop a feel’ Rookie bitch? FINE!" Practically bellowing the last word, Crispin used all of his might to bring the larger man down to the ground, wrist free, he used his muscles to press the man into the ground, faces once again inches a part. Was…Was this any better?

[papabearredfield]

The men came to the ground with a solid thud, but not before Chris’ own face began to darken with the realization of just how…close they were. And ever closer as they laid together on the ground…This…wasn’t a wrestling position… And he didn’t mind… Wait, yes he did. He so minded! Shaking away his glazed vision and his scrambled brain, Chris bared his teeth and growled once again, this time trying to make it as intimidating as possible when his pressed upward and tried to wrench free, chest flexing and stressing against his under armor shirt just like the rest of him…even his jeans having a hard time controlling his..muscles… "Cheap shot, fucker!" He spat into DeeAy’s face, one hand coming free to pull at the officer’s hair, pulling him off and to the side. He didn’t bother rolling on top of him… He just…nonchalantly sat up. "Whatever…There…us copped a feel, and I got you off me…Now you know…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Crispin sneered as he got dragged off of his…’prey’. Not letting Chris finish his words before he jammed his foot into Redfield’s ribs, snarling with contempt, yet completely unaware of the warmth that was stirring in his groin. "You call that a cheap shot, yet you get me off by my hair, typical bitch move.” He was fuming, but undeniably turned on by their short moment of contact.. Man those muscles, so tight and..ugh …what Jettingham wouldn’t give to feel those under him… His pride for one, as he had made clear. "Maybe you can take me on like a real man once you learn how to play by the rules like an adult, rookie."

[papabearredfield]

But the man was hardly phased by the contact. In fact, he was surprised the man hadn’t hurt his own foot on his toned abdomen…but then again, boots protected against that sort of thing, didn’t they? With hardly letting loose any sign of distress, Chris yawned and stretched out on his back, showing his disinterest in fighting and how weak he was inclined to actually making the effort. Time to turn the tables to his favor - the lazy side of things. "You’re always cussing me out. Kinda hurts, Deeay. And here I thought we were friends…" And if he didn’t fake a sniffle… "But I guess if you don’t like me I’ll just…leave you alone…"

[thevanguardsoldiers]

Now THAT was the final straw, even if he was kidding, DeeAy was not about to let any suggestion of that idea go unpunished… Punished? …Addressed Though what Jettingham didn’t realize is that he had let his impulsive nature take control, so without thinking, he was on top of the younger man, face angry, teeth exposed. "Now If you think for one goddamn second that I don’t like you, you have another fucking thing coming rookie!” Crispin had let his emotions take control now… Things would not end well, this became certain as the smaller male continued, voice furious. "I can cuss you out as much as I fucking want, Redfield, If I didn’t then you wouldn’t know your place!" (In his arms) The spec ops soldier got closer, hand on the muscular man’s chest for support. "Now are you going to fucking wrestle with me like a man, or am I going to have to Kiss the fuck out of you?!" Yeah. Yeah… …. NO NO NO HE DID NOT THAT WASNT …..there was no time to react… It had already been said… FUCK.

[papabearredfield]

There was a pause…

A drawn out pause as Chris stared blankly - almost confusedly - up at his pinner’s enraged visage. He had just misheard again - no…no he had definitely said…kiss the fuck out of you…

Why had he…? DeeAy surely didn’t mean…? Oh God…he…h-he did mean…

Chris broke. His mind snapped and something in him went into turbo - he wasn’t even sure what, but when his answer met even his own ears, he could hardly believe what he said…even after he did what he did next.

"Yes."

And that was when lips crashed. And Chris let his eyes flutter shut…

Goddamnit…He was gay as fuck for DeeAy…

[thevanguardsoldiers]

A funny thing, lying, one minute you're damned good at it, the next you just let the biggest fucking thing slip... Usually it causes trouble... But not this time, much to Crispin's shocked delight... The moment their lips met, he saw stars, and a wave of anxious anger left him, leaving Jettingham high and dry Mostly high, from the sudden action. In the midst of he blatant surprise, Dee Ay decided that he would make himself known to the rookie, that he would never forget this kiss and what followed. That's why Jettingham held the man down and proceeded to explore his mouth, like he had wanted to do since the day they met...Lips messily meeting each other, tongues clashing in random skirmishes. They were totally gay for each other. And this was just the beginning...