Chapter 1 - Punish you with pleasure
Glaz loved sitting outside, drawing and sketching the world around him. It was relaxing, letting go of the world and focusing all his attention to capture all its details on paper. Anything could be a source of inspiration; a tree, a wayward bird that got close, leaves caught in a whirl of wind. However, nothing seemed to inspire him today. Defeated, he went back inside. A cup of tea might help him think about his next project.
The kitchen was big, warm, and, to his surprise, already occupied. Fuze was in the kitchen instead of tinkering in the workshop. One of the counters was white with flour and Fuze was battling a ball of dough. Seeing Fuze's domestic side was rare, even for his friends. On his part, the Uzbek acknowledged Glaz's presence with a nod and continued working the dough.
Glaz loved sketching portraits of people. He had drawn all the operators in Rainbow, some more often than others, and in that moment he knew he had to capture this scene with his pencils. He sat on one of the stools and started to draw while Fuze baked. Or at least he tried to. There was no need to ask permission, all of Glaz's friends knew about his propensity to start sketching them whenever he was bored. And with Kapkan out hunting, Glaz was very bored.
Once he had successfully given form to the pastries and put them in the oven, Fuze started pacing, coming up to Glaz to take a look at what he was doing then going back to the oven without a word. Fuze checked the time and grunted when he saw it had barely been a minute. Taking pity on him, and since he was almost done with his drawing, Glaz decided to distract him for a little bit.
"Trying a new recipe?" He asked Fuze, eyes flickering up to him briefly.
"Yes." Fuze checked the clock again and mumbled a curse. "A German pastry. I wanted to try making something different."
Glaz made a vague humming noise to disguise his amusement. "As a gift for a certain German, maybe?"
Fuze looked startled, eyes wide and mouth open in shock. He advanced on Glaz and hissed at him, "How do you know? Am I that obvious?"
"Only to people who know you." Glaz placated his worry and went back to sketching the final details.
The door of the kitchen opened and Glaz didn't even have to look up to know it was Kapkan. He recognized the hunter's footsteps and his displeased grunt when he saw the main counter was occupied. In complete silence, Kapkan set a couple of already skinned rabbits on another counter and started cutting them into pieces.
The sound of the knife slicing through meat and occasionally thumping against the cutting board filled the kitchen. Kapkan was butchering the pieces rather aggressively, his eyes often darting to Glaz and Fuze instead of focusing on what he was doing. Glaz knew the reason of his scowls and adamant silence. It was a stupid reason, they all knew it, and yet Kapkan continued to act out. Any other person would be rightfully intimidated by Kapkan frowning at them while he cut up a rabbit, but Fuze just gave him a nonplussed look and went to check on his pastries. The hunter finished cutting the pieces of meat and stored them in the fridge.
"You have flour on your face," Fuze said to Glaz, gesturing to his right cheek. Before Glaz could move his hand, Fuze was already leaning over the counter and wiping his face with his thumb. Kapkan stormed out, the door slamming against the frame as he left.
"I didn't have flour on my face, did I?" Fuze's smirk was all the answer he needed. Glaz got up with a sigh, closed the notebook and left it on the stool he'd been sitting on.
"Tell your idiot boyfriend to cool down before I decide to retaliate!" Fuze called as Glaz went into the hallway.
He found Kapkan on his room, just like Glaz predicted. The hunter was lying diagonally on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had taken off most of the outer layers of his hunting gear, and was just in pants and a black shirt that clung tightly to his frame, highlighting the muscles in his arms and chest. It was one of Glaz's favourite shirts of his, for that very reason. He sat next to Kapkan, waiting to see if he would say something.
Eventually Glaz broke the silence, since Kapkan didn't seem inclined to do so. "You know Shuhrat does that on purpose. He thinks it's funny to rile you up."
The hunter sat up and grunted in annoyance. "I know Timur, I know. It's just... you've spent so much time with him lately."
That was true. Six had sent the Spetsnaz on a series of operations, but divided them into two separate teams, Glaz with Fuze and Kapkan with Tachanka. They barely had time to see each other during the last few weeks.
"I missed you too." Glaz grabbed the hunter's hand, intertwining their fingers.
Kapkan answered with a kiss, his hands grabbing the front of Glaz's shirt like he wanted to keep him from going away. Glaz was going nowhere; this was exactly where he wanted to be. The kiss turned possessive, both of them pouring their frustration into it. Kapkan invaded his mouth, his tongue massaging Glaz'. He dragged Glaz closer, biting his lower lip and still clinging to him like he was afraid the sniper would disappear. When Glaz pushed him down, Kapkan fought for control as he always did, trying to bring Glaz down on top of him. However, Kapkan stopped trying to wrestle him down after Glaz bit his neck, right over his pulse point. It was one of the hunter's weak spots, and Glaz loved playing with it. Kapkan closed his eyes and exposed his neck further, so Glaz could continue nipping and sucking purplish marks onto the pale skin.
"Let's see if you're still jealous walking around covered in love bites. That way you will have a reminder of who you belong to," Glaz whispered against his jaw, lips brushing against his stubble.
Kapkan chuckled lowly at his words, a seductive sound that was doing wonders for Glaz's libido. The hunter didn't like admitting he enjoyed relinquishing control, but his actions spoke for him. The sight of Kapkan under him, letting him paint Kapkan's body with hickeys and bite marks, gave Glaz a heady feeling of power. Glaz kissed him again, slow and lazy, savouring the moment and trying to convey how much he adored him. Impatient as ever, Kapkan broke the kiss to lift Glaz's shirt and take it off, so Glaz responded by peeling Kapkan's black shirt off too. When Kapkan's hands went to grab Glaz's trousers, Glaz pushed him down on the bed. Glaz straddled him, to prevent Kapkan from sitting up, and pinned his arms above his head with one hand. Fixing Kapkan with a steely glare, he released his wrists and went back to undressing him, slowly undoing his trousers. He made sure to brush against the tent on the front of his pants often; he loved the small gasps it drew from Kapkan.
Once he had Kapkan naked, Glaz stopped for a moment to admire the view. Kapkan used his lapse in focus to reach for Glaz's trousers, but the sniper pushed him down and bit his neck again, licking it afterwards to soothe the sting. The resulting moan went straight to Glaz's dick.
"Stay still, Maxim. Don't make me cuff you to the headboard." Kapkan's eyes went wide, not with surprise but with lust. Perhaps it was something to try next time.
"Alright," Kapkan conceded, "I'm at your mercy, Timur."
The hunter's surrender and his sultry voice drove Glaz mad with desire. He wrapped his hand around Kapkan's hot, hard length and stroked slowly. Gradually, Glaz sped up his tempo, tightening the hold of each upstroke, and soon he had Kapkan growling in pleasure. He kissed Kapkan again, mapping every corner of his mouth while he jerked him off, Glaz's thumb flicking over the head of his cock making Kapkan groan into the kiss. To see how the hunter reacted, he stopped stroking him. It resulted in a whine of disappointment, but that was all.
"See, when you're good for me, you get rewarded," Glaz mumbled against his lips.
He went down, hot breath ghosting against Kapkan's heated and sensitive erection before he took it into his mouth, working it further and further down his throat with each bob of his head. Glaz gently scratched Kapkan's thighs, his tongue tracing the underside of the cock in his mouth. The heated growls and moans falling from Kapkan's lips were like music to him. Glaz could tell Kapkan was really close. Just as he was sure Kapkan was about to blow his load, he stopped.
"Fuck! Why did you –"
"Don't you want to come while I'm inside you?" Glaz bit his thigh, making him groan half in pain half in pleasure.
"You know where the lube is." That was all the encouragement Glaz needed.
The lube was on the first drawer of the nightstand, exactly where they left it last time. Glaz grabbed a pillow and positioned it under Kapkan's hips. Kneeling between his legs, he coated his fingers with a generous amount of the viscous fluid. Glaz wasted no time in pushing a finger inside the hunter, the tight ring of muscle yielding easily under the pressure. He immediately added a second finger, tearing a shaky grunt from the hunter. Glaz knew exactly where to find the spot that had Kapkan clutching at the sheets, overwhelmed with pleasure. He committed the view to memory to draw later; the way Kapkan bit his lips, the crease between his brows, the way his cock twitched against his belly leaving droplets of precum on his skin. Glaz's own cock throbbed painfully in the confines of his pants. This was a sweet torture for both of them.
"Ah, fuck me Timur." Kapkan tried to disguise his pleading as a command, but the broken little whimper at the end gave it away.
"You want to be fucked, hmm? I could make you come screaming my name." Glaz stopped fingering him and slowly withdrew his fingers from inside him. Kapkan nodded frantically, making Glaz chuckle at his eagerness. "But do you think you deserve it, love?"
"What..." Kapkan looked at him like he'd grown a second head, blinking in confusion at the question.
"You were acting like an idiot out of misplaced jealousy, and then I had to wrestle you into submission," Glaz softly told him, keeping his eyes on Kapkan's face to see how he reacted. "I think before any reward, I should punish you first."
It took Kapkan a couple of seconds to shift from confused to aroused by the idea, Glaz could tell by how he looked up at him, eyes dark with lust. Glaz had only been half-serious, he was expecting Kapkan to dismiss the idea and beg some more. However, Kapkan surprised him by getting on his hands and knees.
"Go on, then." Kapkan looked over his shoulder to lock eyes with Glaz. He was so eager that it took Glaz's breath away. "Punish me."
The hunter looked gorgeous like this, back arched and ass in the air, ready for whatever Glaz wanted to do to him. Glaz indulged himself in just caressing and squeezing that firm ass first, enjoying the way Kapkan wantonly pressed into his touch. The first strike of his palm across Kapkan's backside made the hunter suck in a startled breath. Glaz waited a moment to see if this was too much for him, but since Kapkan didn't ask him to stop, he continued. Glaz landed another two smacks in quick succession, the slapping sound ringing loudly between them. Kapkan's ensuing cry was a beautiful mix of pained and needy. He watched the red blooming on the bare skin, like a drop of paint on a blank canvas. Such a beautiful sight. He paused to rub his own aching erection through his trousers, using every ounce of his willpower to resist dropping his pants and rutting against Kapkan like a wild animal.
During Glaz's brief distraction, Kapkan had been humping the pillow beneath him, his ass wiggling enticingly. Glaz put a hand on his lower back to still him and swatted Kapkan again with enough force to make his hand sting. The choked cry and slight jump of surprise from Kapkan quickly settled into a drawn out groan as Glaz kept landing swats on his backside. A few hits later Kapkan relaxed, moaning with need each time Glaz hit him. His ass was mottled with red handprints and hot to the touch, but Kapkan didn't seem to mind.
Concerned, Glaz paused to caress and sooth the hot and abused backside, humming his satisfaction at Kapkan's sigh of relief. Unable to resist the idea, he dipped one finger between the hunter's ass cheeks to rub at the already slick hole. "You've taken your punishment so well, love."
Kapkan craned his neck to look at Glaz, eyes glassy and hopeful, and he knew what Kapkan was asking. He lowered his trousers and finally freed his hard cock. The relief was immediate; he'd been ignoring his raging need for far too long. Glaz squeezed some lube onto his palm and distributed it evenly over his shaft. The simple contact of his hand had Glaz biting back a moan. He positioned himself behind Kapkan and slid his erection between the hunter's buttocks, teasing the twitching hole without breaching him. Kapkan groaned in frustration and pushed back against him, trying to fuck himself on Glaz's cock.
"Stop teasing and– Ohh!" Kapkan's tirade broke off into a pleased moan as Glaz slowly penetrated him.
The preparation hadn't been as thorough as usual and Kapkan was tighter than Glaz had anticipated. Worried about hurting Kapkan, he fucked him in small increments, going as deep as he could before easing back a bit and pressing further. Eventually, he was balls deep inside that velvety heat, his dick throbbing and nearly overwhelming Glaz with the need to pound into Kapkan without care. He held onto Kapkan's waist, his thumb drawing soothing circles on the skin, and slid out nearly all the way before slowly thrusting back inside him. Kapkan's trembling arms gave out and he hid his face in the mattress to muffle a whine.
"Don't hide from me, love." Glaz brought a hand to Kapkan's neck, fingers toying with his hairline and carding through his hair before yanking not too roughly, forcing his face to the side. "Let me hear you."
He set a punishing pace, ramming into Kapkan and making his reddened ass bounce with every thrust. The hunter met all of Glaz's movements eagerly, until one thrust made Kapkan let out a strangled moan and clench around him. Glaz kept thrusting into him, delighting in his broken whimpers every time he pushed his dick inside him. Glaz wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer, he was sure. He let go of any remaining restraint, selfishly chasing his own pleasure.
However, he wasn't selfish enough to forget about his lover's pleasure. He reached around to stroke Kapkan's thick erection, but it came as a surprise when in the next thrust Kapkan seized around him. The hunter sobbed Timur's name in ecstasy, his dick jumping in Glaz's hold as he ejaculated all over the covers. Glaz thrust into him once more, grinding deep inside him and reaching his climax with a choked moan, filling Kapkan with his cum.
The world narrowed down, only he and Kapkan existed in that moment, just the two of them panting and trembling in bliss. He caressed Kapkan's thighs and slowly slipped out of him, some semen leaking out of the abused entrance once Glaz withdrew. He collapsed on the bed and brought Kapkan down on top of him, mindful to keep his sore backside from touching the rough covers. He hugged the hunter and caressed his back, laying kisses on every inch of his skin that he could reach. He loved that Kapkan laid pliant and relaxed in his arms, letting Glaz shower him in affection, occasionally returning his kisses and looking at him with a soft smile. It was rare to see him this unguarded, and Glaz loved Kapkan even more for it, for trusting him like that.
"You're absolutely evil, turning into a sex fiend every time we're alone," Kapkan's complaint was stifled with a kiss, so Glaz just laughed. "And then you go back to being a sweetheart."
"Is that a complaint, Maxim? Or is it praise?" Glaz shifted to kiss him again, sighing contentedly against his lips.
"I'm not sure," Kapkan's confession prompted another chuckle from them both. "My ass hurts though."
Glaz was already thinking about which lotion he could use for Kapkan's sore ass. The only downside to that plan was that to grab the lotion, he would have to stop kissing his boyfriend, and right now that was absolutely unacceptable. There was a lazy sort of euphoria enveloping them, and Glaz wanted to indulge more in it, surely a couple more minutes of cuddling would not hurt.