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Scout panted, pressing himself to the wall, his heart pounding, sweat running down his brow. The Humiliation round had been going for surprisingly long and thus far he'd managed to avoid a messy death at the hands of the RED team. Gulping down his breath, he tried to steady his legs. He knew he had to keep moving, and retreating to respawn would make him a sitting duck. He didn't have much longer to wait, before the whistle blew and the red-shirted dogs were called off. It was bad enough they'd lost, but to be hunted down was always the most infuriating, shameful--
Looking down, Scout realized he'd begun sucking on his thumb again, biting at the skin just beneath the end of his finger nail, and snorted in disgust with himself. It was not a nervous habit he was proud of. Scanning the area, he pushed off of the wall, ready to sprint.
A warm, firm hand landed on his shoulder, earning a squeak of surprise from the young man, who wheeled around to see his own eyes glaring back at him with self-satisfied amusement. RED Scout gripped both of his shoulders and shoved him backward to the dirt, and before he knew it, he was atop the scrambling BLU, straddling his hips with one hand on his chest, holding him down.
"Not bad out there, man. I mean, you lost, but it was a lot closer than I expected, yanno?" RED Scout teased, slinging his duffel from his shoulder to reach into it with one hand. "You looked pretty good out there." His wrapped hand withdrew, holding aloft a bottle of mad milk. He shook it for emphasis.
BLU Scout's eyes fixed on the bottle and the thick liquid sloshing inside. It wasn't milk. Everybody knew that. Even on the books it was tactfully referred to as a 'non-milk-substance', but it was no mystery to anyone that the liquid was tugged from an entirely different body part. Semi-opaque and a snotty off-white in colour, the bottle's contents shifted slowly as the RED shook it a bit.
"I bet you'd look even better like this, though," RED Scout declared, uncorking the bottle with his teeth and slowly upending it above his captive's face. His own semen, bottled and warm from the desert sun, poured slowly from its glass enclosure onto the BLU's face.
At the first drop on his nose, BLU Scout began to whimper, melting into a quiet groan as more of the warm come dripped onto his cheeks, mouth, and brow, covering his face and forcing him to close his eyes. His struggling, wriggling for escape melted into writhing, his hands once pushing at the RED now gripping him tightly as his hips began to grind against the man atop him, the perfect mirror of himself clad in crimson.
The RED responded in turn, grinding down against his defeated enemy, his hand leaving the other man's chest to brace himself in the dirt as he continued his slow pour of the bottle of mad milk onto the BLU.
"Fuck," BLU Scout gasped, catching a bit in his mouth for his trouble and relishing the salty, slightly bitter taste. He bucked up against the RED, heat blooming between them and dragging his breaths out more raggedly. He needed to feel him, needed hot flesh and warm desert air, not the too-tight confines of jock strap and uniform pants. "I need--"
"Yeah, I gotcha," the RED interrupted, just as hungry. He set down the half-full bottle and leaned back, opening his own fly as his opponent did the same, hiking pants and jock straps down and away from their mutual need. The BLU wrapped his hand around their cocks, holding them together and beginning to stroke as the RED bore back down on him with eager thrusts, lifting the bottle again to resume pouring it onto his face, making sure to mess his hair with the stuff for good measure.
Feeling the RED's come sliding down his scalp, crossing his nose and cheeks and dripping down his chin and neck, BLU Scout shuddered, trying to contain moans that would rattle off of buildings and alert both teams as to the sort of humiliation he was enduring. His cheeks burned, and so did his loins, the heat and friction of the other man rutting with him, grinding and gasping and grunting sending sparks through him, making his guts knot and flutter. His eyes opened just a bit, chancing pain to glimpse the red, disheveled countenance of his doppelganger atop him.
"Shit, I'm--"
"Me too," the RED interrupted, his buck teeth digging into his bottom lip as he upended the bottle and poured out the rest onto his double, dropping the empty glass aside, his eyes glued on the man beneath him, face and hair and neck coated in his come, feeling gooseflesh rise on his arms at the sight.
BLU's tongue snuck out to taste at the seed on his lips, moaning as he did, and that was enough for both of them. With stifled cries, they arched together, spilling into the BLU's hand and across his belly to add to the mess.
Panting, both men smiled loopily, BLU Scout hazarding a glance up at the RED, his hand, messed with their mixed seed, rising to pop a thumb into the other man's mouth. He watched as RED Scout sucked it clean eagerly with a soft moan, and shivered.
"You gotta stop throwin' these matches, man. Somebody's gonna get wise eventually," RED teased once he'd managed to wrestle his mouth away from his lover's hand.
"Worth it," BLU chuckled, letting his hand fall to the dirt, his body limp and boneless.
"Can't argue there. Round should be over any second, now. Need help up?"
"Ah, just put a bullet in me, I'm sick 'a havin' to sneak back into base without the guys seein' me. I'll respawn clean."
"Man, I hate shootin' ya after we fuck. Shit's messed up."
"We're messed up, man."
RED sighed, tugging his pistol from its holster. "Alright. But I still hate doin' this." He lifted the gun, pressing the barrel to his lover's forehead.
"See ya tomorrow. I love you."
"Love you too," RED Scout sighed with a resigned smile, then pulled the trigger as the end-of-round whistle sounded.