Chapter 2 - Risky training
Routine at Hereford Base wasn't a synonym of a quiet and peaceful life. Quite the contrary. When they weren't being deployed on high risk operations, training was the main focus. And training exercises were treated with the same intensity as actual combat. Most of the time, anyway.
Kapkan was bored. He usually enjoyed the defense rounds because it was the perfect setting to set up traps, but the area he and Glaz were covering was deserted. Obviously the Frenchies and the Americans were taking their sweet time thinking of how to enter the house. Kapkan wanted to move around, roam and see if he caught a glimpse of their opponents. Tachanka hadn't liked the suggestion and firmly told him to shut up and hold his position.
With nothing to do, Kapkan's mind was free to wander aimlessly. He wondered how Six could afford to find places like this for them to train, houses in the middle of nowhere that they could freely destroy during these exercises. He wouldn't deny it was fun. When he had something to do, of course.
"See anything yet?" Kapkan asked over the comms. After the previous rounds, he was brimming with adrenaline and energy. He itched for combat.
"Nothing here," Finka answered him, while Tachanka and Fuze could be heard whispering in the background.
"All clear down here," Blitz replied too. The German team had been picked to defend the objective room, and the Spetsnaz were to be the first line of defence against the other two teams.
Suppressing a sigh, his eyes fell on the other person in the room. Glaz was hiding behind a couch, ready to shoot at anyone who poked their head over the door. Kapkan sat next to him, their legs brushing together. Glaz flashed him a smile, amused by Kapkan's restlessness. It ignited a small pang of longing in him; Glaz's smiles could make life seem better and brighter, even fleeting ones like this.
"Aren't you glad you can finally sit without flinching?" Kapkan looked at Glaz in surprise. The damn cheeky bastard was lucky to be pretty, otherwise Kapkan would be going for revenge.
"Remain on target," Kapkan scoffed, ignoring Glaz's stifled chuckles.
On second thought, Kapkan could go for some revenge after all. He pretended to keep an eye on the entrance, in case something finally happened, and put his hand on Glaz's knee. Seeing as that elicited no reaction from the sniper, Kapkan let his hand glide higher, feeling up the strong thigh under the Gorka suit. That provoked a reaction, a sharp intake of breath from Glaz, the muscles tensing under his palm.
"What are you doing?" Glaz hissed, stopping Kapkan's hand from going even further.
"Finding a way to pass the time."
"This is not-" Kapkan stopped his complaints by climbing on his lap. The sniper's confused expression was adorable.
Kapkan pushed down his tactical scarf and then Glaz's, looking at him with unabashed hunger. Frozen in surprise, Glaz displayed no resistance when Kapkan went for a kiss. Downstairs, a window was broken, the sound of shattering glass echoing in the house. Neither of them seemed to care. Kapkan pushed Glaz down on the floor and kissed him again, this time deeper than before. All illusion of complete control vanished when Glaz reacted by grabbing his ass, trying to roll him over. The kiss turned aggressive, teeth biting soft flesh and making each other grunt in a mix of pain and pleasure.
This was probably the worst idea Kapkan had in a long time, but the combination of the aggressive nature of their make out and the thrill of impending danger was too intoxicating. He wrestled with Glaz while gunfire echoed from the ground floor, and he loved every second of it. Reluctantly, they stopped, waiting to see if their help would be needed in the fight. One, two heartbeats passed. The shooting stopped. Nothing on the comms either. Kapkan remained still, straddling Glaz to keep him from moving, listening intently if there was any further sign of combat. Silence was all he heard, only broken by their agitated breathing.
In an instant, Glaz grabbed his shoulder with one hand and hooked the other under his leg, flipping them around. Glaz pushed him against the couch they were using as a barricade, twisting one of Kapkan's arms behind his back to immobilise him. He was trapped between the cushioned seat and Glaz's body; he couldn't get free, no matter how much he growled and struggled against Glaz's hold. Kapkan had taught this manoeuvre to Glaz in one of their training sessions, perhaps he taught him too well. Glaz bent forward to kiss him, nipping playfully at the side of his jaw. The aroused moan that escaped Kapkan's throat was completely involuntary.
"Was that a moan, Maxim?" Glaz's voice was full of curiosity, and Kapkan had a sinking feeling the sniper would not easily forget about it. Not after tightening the grip on his arm and making Kapkan groan again. Glaz leaned to whisper in his ear. "Do you want to focus on the training? Or do you want me to tie your arms behind your back?"
It was a terrible idea. Worse than what they'd done so far. However, neither of them was thinking straight at the moment. "Yes, do it."
Kapkan heard Glaz rummage around his pockets, then took his other arm and brought it back too. Glaz pushed Kapkan's arms together, forearms parallel to each other. Judging by the noise and how it felt over the sleeves of his suit, Glaz used a zip tie to secure his arms.
"Is it too tight? Does it hurt you?" Glaz's concern was sweet, but the plastic tie wasn't in contact with his skin. Kapkan honestly doubted a zip tie could hurt him over his combat suit. He still tested the binding. It offered some margin for squirming, but he wouldn't be able to get out of it.
"It's fine." Kapkan's voice was strained, a combination of the excitement coursing through him and being bent over the couch. Glaz pressed his body against him to kiss Kapkan again, crotch flush against the hunter's ass. It was impossible to not notice the evidence of how affected Glaz was. Pushing back seemed the obvious reaction. Not that Kapkan stopped to think about it, he just acted on instinct.
With a gasp, Glaz stopped kissing him and put his hands on Kapkan's waist. In that position, all Kapkan could think of was of the last time he'd been at Glaz's mercy, how the sniper had spanked and fucked him. "You truly seem to like this, hmm?"
Kapkan didn't deign to answer that, just huffed and tried to grind his ass against Glaz's crotch. That was a clear enough message. It worked. Glaz took the hint and unbuttoned Kapkan's pants, sliding them down until they hit the ground. There was no comment about Kapkan's lack of underwear, but Glaz lightly pinched his ass cheek. In his defence, Kapkan would point out they had been lazing in bed until late, and after the quick shower he just grabbed his clothes without care. He supposed Glaz wasn't going to complain about it, since it made this much easier. One of Glaz's hands was on Kapkan semi-erect cock, expertly stroking the length to full hardness; the other hand squeezed his ass possessively.
"Try to keep quiet," Glaz warned him. Kapkan felt Glaz's lips against his skin, right above the cleft of his ass. "Just tell me if you need me to stop."
Hearing the warning, Kapkan braced himself for another spanking. He was about to tell Glaz he could endure any punishment the sniper threw his way, but his words of defiance turned into a shocked gasp as Glaz gripped his ass with both hands and spread him open. The forceful and possessive grasp just aroused Kapkan further; it was so satisfying to know he could turn the usually gentle Glaz into a hungry beast.
The heat of Glaz's tongue tracing his opening made Kapkan whine in surprised delight. The hand on his cock kept stroking him and Kapkan nearly lost his mind at the combined stimulation. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on. In fact, he could barely think at all. Glaz stopped jerking him off to play with his balls, the thumb pushing on his perineum. Kapkan choked on another moan and pressed his ass back, against Glaz's face, his own face burning in pleasure and embarrassment.
It was a divine sensation, Glaz's tongue teasing his rim, alternating between broad licks and gentle attempts to press into him. And all the while, the thumb kept rubbing and adding pressure on his perineum. Kapkan's legs trembled and he was steadily leaking precum on the floor. It felt beyond amazing and, at the same time, it wasn't enough.
"More," Kapkan growled, sharp and demanding. He needed Glaz to grant him relief.
Glaz stopped licking his entrance and Kapkan craned his neck to look at him, outraged. The bindings and the position he was in didn't afford much mobility, but Kapkan caught a glimpse of Glaz sucking his own fingers, wetting them thoroughly. Such an erotic image, and knowing what Glaz intended to do with those fingers, only added to Kapkan's impatience.
The first finger went in easily enough, the shallow in and out movements felt more teasing than fulfilling. Slipping the second one in didn't seem to require much work either, but Glaz was quite adept at making Kapkan open up. With both fingers finally inside, Glaz pressed them further, brushing repeatedly over Kapkan's sweet spot and making his whole body shudder. Glaz's other hand stopped playing with Kapkan's length, the sound of rustling fabric and a little, trembling sigh left no doubt to what the sniper was doing. Kapkan wished he could actually see Glaz pleasuring himself while fingering him. In fact, just thinking about Glaz's hard cock was enough to send Kapkan into a lustful frenzy.
"Fuck, I want you. Now." Kapkan hoped Glaz wouldn't make him beg, but he would if that was what it took.
Glaz stopped his ministrations, hesitant. The sudden standstill brought an increased awareness of their surroundings. There was a fierce fight going on some place downstairs, shots and curses coming from voices they knew so well. A heated growl escaped him when Glaz made a scissoring motion with the fingers still deep inside him. He'd take that as a yes.
"We don't have lube, we'll have to make do." Glaz withdrew the fingers and moved to the side, so now Kapkan was staring at Glaz's magnificent erection. The tip was glistening with beads of precum, inviting to be licked. "Open up, love."
With practiced ease, Kapkan let Glaz's length slide into his mouth. He concentrated on getting it wet and slick, not caring how sloppy the blowjob was. Drool slid at the corner of his lips as he tried to take Glaz deeper, the sniper closing his eyes and whining softly. He poked the slit with his tongue, tasting the precum and moaning around Glaz's shaft. The desperate noise it drew from Glaz was beautiful. However, the sniper didn't let him play with him for long, slipping out of his mouth with a regretful groan. Glaz's thumb rubbed at his lower lip, smearing the excess of saliva mixed with precum. Kapkan licked the pad of the thumb, a light and teasing touch and a reminder of what he could do to Glaz. The sniper's heated gaze was too much to resist, he already felt like he was burning in desire, he was unable to handle Glaz's too. Kapkan nodded and Glaz went back behind him, both ready for more.
"Tell me if it hurts, alright?" Glaz positioned the head of his cock against Kapkan's hole, hands grabbing the hunter's hips, and proceeded to gently push and withdraw until he got past the tight ring of muscle.
It wasn't the easy slide they were used to, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as Kapkan had imagined. The deeper Glaz pushed in, the easier it seemed to take him whole. Kapkan soon regretted his optimism, the sting of pain sudden and uncomfortable. Nonetheless, he didn't tell Glaz to stop. Kapkan bit his lip and tried to relax, hoping it would pass soon. Once Glaz bottomed out the pain disappeared, gradually turning into pleasure as he moved his hips slowly in a circular motion, getting used to the fullness inside him. Kapkan could swear Glaz felt bigger than usual, or perhaps he was just tighter. Either way, the sensation was amazing now that the pain was gone.
A window shattered and one of his EDDs went off. The training version of his traps wasn't lethal, of course, but they were still wonderful to let him know from which direction the enemy was coming from. Whoever it was, they were much closer than Kapkan would like. Footsteps approached down the corridor, but Glaz didn't stop fucking him. The sniper thrust into him slow and gentle, pleasure building up inside Kapkan alarmingly fast.
"Lion, do you pick anything on the second floor?" It was Rook's voice, almost in front of the room they were in. Kapkan hoped the couch would cover them, he truly didn't want to be interrupted at the moment.
The answer on Rook's comm could be heard in the relative silence of the corridor. "N-no… nothing. Go down to help us."
The footsteps intensified and then dimmed as Rook went forward, blindly trusting his teammate's information, which was good news for Glaz and Kapkan. The long, drawn-out thrusts had Kapkan growling in bliss, the quiet sound growing in volume at the same time his pleasure did. Glaz put a hand over his mouth, silencing him.
"Shh, you'll give away our position," the sniper chastised Kapkan in a whisper, grabbing his bound arms for leverage and thrusting in deep.
Kapkan moaned again, Glaz's rhythm getting faster but no less gentle. He always thought the expression 'seeing stars' was an exaggeration, but that was exactly what Kapkan was experiencing now. The hunter bit Glaz's hand, trying to swallow down a helpless whimper as Glaz fucked him. Despite the lack of direct stimulation, Kapkan's cock was harder than ever. He felt like he was going to explode at any moment, precum dripping heavily from his untouched erection. Glaz felt so good inside him, hitting the right spot with every thrust. If it wasn't for the hand covering his mouth Kapkan would probably be yowling like a cat in heat.
Glaz's quiet groans every time he pushed into him only fuelled the fire spreading through Kapkan. He was reaching a tipping point, warmth curling in his lower belly as he involuntarily clenched around Glaz. He nearly screamed in ecstasy while Glaz kept his relentless assault, clamping down around him harder as the most intense pleasure seemed to radiate through his body. Kapkan was distantly aware of his dick jumping and shooting his release on the floor, of Glaz's drawn-out moan as he stilled and his shaft throbbed deep inside Kapkan. It was messy and unexpected, and Kapkan loved every second of it.
In all honesty, Kapkan was surprised by how intense it all felt. He was still trembling through the aftershocks of his climax, convinced that Glaz had ruined him. If they were in bed, they would cuddle and kiss, and eventually go for a second round. The explosion of a breaching charge reminded them this was not the place nor the moment for post-coital cuddling. They could count themselves lucky nobody had discovered them. Glaz carefully withdrew from him, making Kapkan hiss despite the care Glaz put in his movements.
Since he was still bound, Kapkan let Glaz clean them up as best as possible and redress them. Only then did Glaz take Kapkan's knife and cut the zip tie keeping his arms together. Kapkan thought about disarming the sniper and turning the situation around, just to see how Glaz would react when the blade was pressing on his neck. However, after so long with his arms tied, the limbs were cold and heavy and Kapkan's coordination wasn't as good as it could be. Instead, he let Glaz massage his arms and press a kiss to his shoulder, even though all he could feel through the combat suit was some pressure on the the area.
Standing up posed another challenge, his legs still jittery, so Kapkan used the couch to help himself up. Glaz noticed his stilted movements. "Can you walk or will you need a wheelchair?"
He looked at Glaz deadly serious, unamused by the cheeky joke. "Next time you'll be the one tied up and on his knees."
Kapkan's threat was received with an agreeable hum, but he knew Glaz well enough to know it was the sniper's way of saying 'We'll see about that'. The skepticism was warranted, seeing the path their sex life had taken lately. Not that Kapkan was complaining; it had been eye opening and fantastic. He covered his face again with the tactical scarf and grabbed his weapon from the floor. Time to go down before anyone came up to check where they were.
Just before they reached the stairs, Glaz grabbed his hand and made him turn around. Kissing with their respective scarves covering their mouths was sort of pointless, but the gesture still made Kapkan's heart flutter. They separated and, despite having most of his face covered, Kapkan smiled at Glaz like the fool in love he was. Glaz beamed back at him, his stunning blue eyes lighting up in happiness.
The familiar urge to protect Glaz kicked in hard, brought to the forefront thanks to the sound of combat coming from the ground floor, even if it was just a training exercise. "Stay behind me."
Their arrival downstairs was met with surprise from everyone. It looked like the round was over. Their team was looking at them with suspicion, and Kapkan was glad that most of his face was covered. It was harder to accidentally betray something if they couldn't see his face. Similarly in Glaz's case, although the sniper was a master at looking perfectly innocent at all times. Before Kapkan could ask if they had won or lost, Tachanka cuffed him on the back of the head. Not with much force, but it was still jarring.
"Where the hell were you two? Didn't you hear the shots or just decided to take a nap?"
"You told us to hold position until you ordered otherwise," Kapkan shrugged. This came naturally to him, acting like a smartass as he always did with Tachanka. "You never called us."
"That's true," Glaz helpfully supplied. "After a while we decided to come down, but the round was over."
Technically speaking, that wasn't a lie. They simply glossed over some details. Tachanka grunted some choice words in Russian, but he didn't push the issue any longer. The general conversation soon turned about Pulse, on how he had accidentally fucked up one of the breaching charges and it wouldn't explode until someone shot at it from afar. The only person who was distracted from the conversation was Lion, who kept occasionally glancing at them. However, as soon as Kapkan or Glaz looked at him, the Frenchman would blush and look away. Perhaps he had seen something he shouldn't with his drone, but as long as he kept his mouth shut about it everything would be fine. Otherwise, next time Finka dragged Lion into one of the Spetsnaz sparring sessions, Kapkan would rough him up, oh yes. Nonetheless, seeing the way Lion blushed and nervously smiled at them, Kapkan was sure the Frenchman wouldn't have the guts to tell a soul.