Tandem
Story by Clamorem Luporum on SoFurry
Decided to branch out and try out writing a modern military genre. still has gay sex with a lucario, so i still have that going. :P
You peek around the corner quickly, raising your rifle toward the corridor. War-torn walls surround you, their dusty surfaces barely holding the building together. You scan the room for hostiles, the barrel of your M4 following your line of sight. You feel something pressed against the rear plating of your armor. You reach behind with your left hand, tapping that gloved paw on your back.
“Clear, move up." You say in a rough, hushed voice.
Your partner slides past you, a Lucario in a smaller and more compact desert BDU and body armor. Most of his blue fur that sticks out is painted black to help with the camouflage. While only armed with a combat knife, he is more than capable of protecting himself with his aura spheres and advanced CQC.
You follow closely behind him, M4 pointed toward the end of the hallway. Lucario plants a paw on the front of your plate carrier, stopping you in your tracks. You glance down at your companion, looking for signs of fatigue or injury. His eyes are closed and his dreads are floating around him. With your worries put aside, you let him do his job while you keep the area secured.
The ceiling shakes as the dust falls to the floor, footsteps stomping above and muffled yelling can be heard. Not a good sign.
“Tandem Actual, this is Overlord. Status report? Over." Your radio buzzes.
You look behind you and then at your front. Using your left hand to press down your receiver, you reply, “this is Tandem one, we are inside the compound. Most of the rebels are awake and responding to the diversion. Over."
The Lucario opens his eyes, a shining a bright blue for a few seconds before fading to its original red. “Further down on the left side, the second door." A voice in your head tells you.
“And the hostages? Over."
You take a step forward, the walls shaking along with the ceiling as mortars begin to rain down onto the surrounding area. “We have located the hostages, we will be securing them shortly. Tandem Actual out."
You move up to the door, checking the door knob to see if it's locked. “How many are in there?" You ask, fetching a flashbang from your pouch.
“There is two and the package, sir. Both of them are on the far right of the room and the package laying on the floor. His aura is faint," he tells you, taking the grenade from your hand and assuming the breaching position.
You stand in front of the door, grabbing your rifle firmly and taking your place. “You ready?"
He nods his head and pulls the pin. You step back and raise your left foot, kicking the door off its weak hinges and to the floor. In a practiced movement the Lucario tosses the flashbang into the room, a brief panic yell sounding from within before a flash of light shines out from the inside. You step out from the corner and rush inside, your M4 locking onto a middle age man armed with an cheaply made AK. Two trigger pulls and his body slumps to the floor like a rag doll. You sweep to the right and fire onto the next hostile, the suppressor keeping most of the muzzle flash to a minimum as the combatant back peddles against the wall, a red smear trailing down as they slump to the floor.
You check the remaining corners, searching for any remaining rebels before moving on to the hostage. “Clear." You sling your rifle and move onto the man laying on the floor in a bloody heap. His face is bruised beyond recognition, turned into a purple and lumpy mess. You check his left wrist, wiping the blood away from the tightly bound rope holding him secure. Once you spot the tattoo of a very faded “Jenny", you know you found your man. “Hostage confirmed, let's get him moving."
You look at the wounds on his body, slashes from machetes, bruises and welts from clubs, and burns from a searing hot metal rod. They tortured him thoroughly. He likely didn't give them what they wanted if he's even still alive, if only barely.
Your partner already cut the bindings from his wrists, blood oozing to the floor from the rope burns. You shudder at the sight, getting your trauma kit out and bandaging the wounds with gauze. Not much can be done without proper medicine. You call it in. “This is Tandem Actual one, we have recovered the package. They are severely injured and will require emergency care upon pick up. Over."
“Good work, we will send in Pave Hawk for evac. Overlord out."
“Come up bud, we got places to go." You hoist him up onto your shoulders. He isn't heavy at all being as malnourished as he is, but it's too cumbersome and unwieldy to use your rifle. You draw out your sidearm, following behind your partner as he takes point.
The backtracking isn't much of an issue as you step over the bodies of the previously slain rebels, the smell starting to reek as flies buzz around the corpses. The Lucario stops around the corner and hugs the wall, his paw reaching behind his back for the knife. He unsheathed the blade as footsteps echo louder from around the corner. You hear urgent squabbling in another language around the corner, almost certainly because they've finally noticed your presence. As soon as they round the corner, your Lucario kicks the shin of the closest rebel, his leg falling back as he falls to his knees. The surprise attack catches him off guard, leaving him unable to react to the knife striking his forehead. You point your M1911 towards the second man, emptying as much lead into him as you can until the slide locks into place. He stumbles around and bumps into his dead comrade as your partner pulls the knife out from his skull, letting his body join his friend on the floor.
“Well, they know we're here now." You comment, pulling out the empty mag and stuffing it in your dump pouch. “We should probably kick it into high gear, huh?" You joke, sliding in a fresh mag.
He growls at you, not liking your sense of humor in such a dire situation. You chuckle at his reaction, so stoic when on duty. You two are back on the run, dashing over the bodies as you two reach the end of the hallway. Where there would be a wall is instead a blown open hole, with a makeshift bridge made of old planks connecting to the old hotel next door. “Bottoms first." You quip, getting a pointed stare from your Lucario before he crosses the planks. He dashes quickly across, his form almost a blur as he reaches the other side.
“Show off…" You step up onto the makeshift bridge, holstering your handgun to help keep a secure grip around the package. You look outside, seeing only the rising sun from the mountains and the spanning favelas. You stop your sightseeing and cross the bridge, running as fast as you can while you keep your balance. You step off the bridge once you reach the hotel, hearing the concrete wall beside you crack into a billowing dust cloud, soon followed by a loud crack into the distance.
“Shit, fucking sniper!" You shout, your heart pumping heavily from your near death experience.
Your Lucario looks out from a nearby window, quickly sliding back down to the ground. “I can't locate him, too many bodies in that area."
You sigh as you crouch low from the windows, “Just stay low, move ahead and keep me updated on any incoming rebels."
He nods his head and moves ahead, using his inhuman speed to almost blink out of existence. You follow behind slowly, the man on your shoulder groaning weakly as he slowly wakes up from his previous beatings.
“Keep quiet, we're getting you out of here." You tell him, getting to the end of the corridor and out of the sniper's line of sight. You stand up and move down the hotel hallways to the elevator door. Your partner is already preparing a harness for you and the package.
“Just need to clip it on, Sir." He tells you, securing the rope for you to descend down the broken elevator shaft. You give him a thumbs up and clip the harness around your package and secure him to your body. Then you grab the rope and clip it onto yourself. You step back to the elevator shaft, your back facing the opening as you look at the Lucario, his paws holding onto the rope and ready to lower you down.
“Alright… Nice and slow." You say, stepping back and letting the rope go taut with your weight. You slowly descend through the dilapidated shaft, careful not to set anything loose. You get lowered to the subfloor, your body slightly swaying around as you try to keep your feet on the wall to help keep you from swinging around. You look down and see the ground approaching, moving your feet to the floor before you gently touch down. “We reached the bottom!" You shout, your voice bouncing around the walls and echoing up the elevator shaft. You unclip yourself from the rope and step out, giving the Lucario enough space to land as he leaps down from his perch above. He lands beside you with a light thud.
“Tandem Actual, What's your status? Over."
You look at the package, the man already unconscious again from his short awakening. “This is Tandem one, we are approaching the sewers. We are almost at the evac point. Over." You move to the boiler room of the basement, finding the hole you blasted open earlier. A simple pathway into the sewer for concealed movement.
“Pick up the pace, the diversion is ending and the Evac point won't be secured once they pull out. Overlord out."
You sigh and cover up your lower mouth with your scarf. You take a step forward into the sewers and almost gag from the intense rotten smell of shit and piss. “In and out, this place is fucking awful." You say in between gags. The dark and rank walls close in on you as you make your way in, forcing you to move in a slight crouch. You jog through the crooked paths of the sewers, running along the sidewalk and the brown sewage water running through the center of the tunnel. You see the light at the end of the tunnel, a bright white gleam, shining bright like beacon. You gag again as you keep running, the sound of a helicopter growing louder and louder as you get closer. You can feel the wind whipping by before you exit the tunnel, the light blinding you for a moment before your eyes adjust to the sight of your exfil vehicle.
A couple of soldiers are already standing guard as a couple of Corpsman come running by with a stretcher. They grab the injured man and lay him down onto the stretcher, moving him back to the helicopter to get him to safety. “Is this it?" One of the soldiers asks, peering down the tunnel for something.
You shake your head, pulling down your scarf from your mouth. “This is it, we aren't missing anyone." You say, patting the shoulder of your Lucario as you walk to the helo. You can barely hear them talk about you two, something about how outrageous it is to send a solo man and a pokemon to do missions like these.
That brings a grin to your face.
You think the best part of every day is taking off your helmet, letting your hair finally breathe after being out for so long. You unclip your vest, pulling off the plate carrier and setting it to the floor. You undo your belt and set it aside. You feel a paw caress your rear, lightly squeezing your butt through the BDU.
“Mind helping me out of my gear Master?" He asks seductively, his paw trailing around and groping the growing bulge in your groin.
You turn around to face your battle buddy, your hands tracing down along his slim stomach to his bountiful hips. You unclip the first strap of his body armor, letting it hang for a moment as you lean down to kiss the nose of your Lucario.
“Stop teasing me…" He groans lustfully, his paws grabbing your shirt and unbuttoning it rather forcefully. You fear he might tear it open again like last time.
You unclip the second strap and lift the armor over his head, revealing the scar of his broken chest spike. Short and incredibly dull from being shot and fractured from a stray bullet. While it does make it safer for you to hug and cuddle him, it's a great embarrassment to him. It's like waking up one morning but your dick shrunk overnight. It took many nights of comforting and support for him to get over it, but you're glad that he's finally come to terms with it. Though, only you know about it and you promise to keep it that way.
You continue to tease him, moving around until his back is facing you and you pull him close. You grab onto his broken chest spike, gently rubbing the steel appendage and making him moan from your touches. You move lower to his own groin, unclipping his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor. His red knotty dick hangs out proudly between his legs. “Aren't you an eager pup. You been looking forward to this, huh?" You tease him, wrapping your fingers around his shaft and stroking him slowly.
He whines so cutely when he is embarrassed, his paw holding onto your hand massaging his chest spike while the other bashfully hides his face from your gaze. “Please… I need you…" He begs, his legs buckling beneath him.
You grin, sliding your hand from his throbbing maleness up to his helmeted head. You unbuckle his chin strap, making him gasp in surprise as you pry off the ballistic fast helmet from his head, revealing his soft pointed ears. You drop it to the floor with a soft Clank, finally seeing his blue fur that isn't painted black. “It's a miracle that something so cute is hidden under all that armor. Why don't we wash off that paint and sweat?" You tell him, picking him up in a cradle position.
His ears blush a deep shade of red, his paws retracted close to his chest and his bright red member still swaying and bobbing between his thighs. “Master…" He whines.
“Hold on, we're almost there." You push open your bathroom door of your private quarters, shutting it behind you before setting your Lucario down to the floor. “Why don't you get the water running, Saber." You tell him, Saber nodding his head eagerly. You watch as he turns around and fiddles with the shower knob, twisting it until the water pours out on his extended arm.
You slowly unbutton your shirt, hearing Saber whine lustfully from the shower. You know it won't be long til he can't take it anymore. The Lucario steps out of the shower, black inky water dripping down his body as more of his blue fur reveals itself. While you are so incredibly busy with your shirt, you leave yourself vulnerable for Saber to pull down your combat pants, and almost immediately he begins to swallow the hard shaft that hangs within heavily. He groans as he finally gets to taste your musk, his tongue lapping and licking around your fat head as it continues to throb and erect further.
His tail is wagging rapidly behind him, his paws gripping onto your legs as he swallows and sucks along your thick cock. You move his dreads behind his shoulders as he eagerly services you. “Easy there. We got a whole day to ourselves, Saber."
Your words fall on deaf ears as he slurps and drools excessively over your balls and cock. His neck is bulging heavily with the shaft buried in his throat, his Adams apple almost nonexistent with how much space you are taking up. If you don't step in, this will continue on and on until both of you get fatigued. You press a finger on his forehead and push forward, his snout ascending from your cock until it pops out from his lips, drool hanging from his mouth as his red eyes stare at you with a longing expression.
“Come on Saber. Let's get cleaned up before we move on to your favorite part." He doesn't want to wait any longer for you, his mouth trying to get more of your shaft back inside. But you cut him off by picking him up and moving him forward into the shower, effectively pinning him to the wall. The hot water cascades down both of your bodies, both of you staring at each other until Saber makes the first move, pressing his lips against yours. He wraps his arms around your neck while you close the distance between the two of you, pressing up against him chest to chest. His throbbing shaft is effectively pinned between your stomachs while his rear hovers just above your heavy cock.
You adjust your grip around him, moving your hands to hold him up by his supple rear, very intentionally groping his soft and plump cheeks. You massage and squeeze his behind, making him moan into your mouth. “I can't take it anymore! Please Master! Put it inside me, I need you so badly! I need to be bred by you until I am swollen with your pups. Please Master please!"
You finally put down the straw that broke the Camerupts back. He's grinding against you so needily, his arms hugging you tightly as he disconnects from the make out session to voice out his impassioned cries. You lean close to his ear, whispering the words he so desperately needs. “Go get the lube from the dresser. I'll be here."
As soon as he heard those words, he immediately jumped out of your arms, flying out of the shower and leaving a watery mess behind as he scrambles for the bedroom. You can hear him pull out drawer after drawer from the dresser until he finally finds it. He comes back with the lube in his maw, running on all fours back to the shower. As soon as he steps back inside, he stands up and plants his paws onto the wall, sticking his rear out and lifting his tail high and to the side. He looks back at you with the lube still in his mouth. “Please… Please… Please…"
You take the lube from he so energetically retrieved for you, opening the plastic tube and pouring a very generous amount onto your hand. You block the running water with your back and smear the lube all over your length. You go for a second helping of lube when Saber pushes his rear back, falling just short of penetration when your dick flops up and on top of his butt and the small of his back. He whines at the failure of his attempt, grinding back along your length.
You just chuckle at his impatience, pushing him back forward and off of your shaft,reapplying another helping of lube to your aching dick. “Relax and stay still now." You tell him, slightly crouching down to be level with his tight puckered hole. You line up with him, pressing your thick head against his smaller tailhole. He whimpers at the touch, his nails digging into the wall tile and leaving fresh long scratches to join the rest. You push into him slowly, his experience with the big cock showing as his hole opens up and takes in the thick cock easily.
“Luuuuuu!" He moans loudly, his legs shaking out of sheer pleasure of being filled up. He tries to push back against you, to take in more of your length in his greedy rear, but you keep a firm hold on him. “Why do you insist on going so slow! I need you to breed me right now!"
He looks back at you with the most deprived stare which you respond to with a boop on his nose. “Because… nothing gets me going harder than hearing your desperate moans for more," you tell him, pushing him up against the wall with your chest and hilting yourself as deep as you can go.
Saber cries out with joy, his insides stretching out from the sheer manliness being stuffed inside asshole. His legs dangle below him, being held up from you pinning him to the wall. “Is this what you wanted? To be rutted like a female in heat?" You ask him, pulling your hips back and driving it back inside, making him moan and claw the wall even further.
“Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me hard! Fuck your bitch! Fuck your bitch pregnant!" He cries out his desires, his ass clapping against your hip as you thrust inside him, his taint absolutely covered in lube and pre as it leaks out from his asshole. You pull him off the wall and force him onto the floor, his chest planted firmly on the ground while his legs support his rear in the air.
Your drive into him hard and fast, your balls bouncing and slapping his own again and again, his stomach bulging out with the fat shaft violating his innards as he reaches behind him to keep his asshole spread wide for you. You can feel yourself getting close to the end. Though Saber has been on the edge the entire time, he refuses to cum before you like a proper sub.
The phone rings in the bedroom, Saber hears it too as he snaps out of his little Subspace. “I thought we had the day to ourselves?" He asks, reaching under himself to massage your balls onto his own, murring at the feeling of the four testes in his paws.
You shut off the shower, sighing as you stand up and drag your shaft out of Saber's gaping tailhole. “Wait Master! You can answer it later, please put it back inside!" He begs, clenching onto what's left of your cock inside him.
You pet his rear and hoist him up into your arms. “Stay quiet while I answer it." You tell him, getting a happy groan from the subby pup. You grab a towel hanging from the wall and wrap it around it yourself, stepping into the watery mess that is your “bedroom after Saber gets the lube." You pick up the satellite phone ringing loudly on the bed, staring at the caller ID.
Boss man
“Dammit…" You mutter to yourself, sitting down then answering the phone and putting it to your ear. “Hello Lieutenant, I was just enjoying my break sir. Do you need help with something?" You ask, hoping to god this is just a congrats call. You occupy the Lucario grinding on your lap by putting your 2 fingers in his mouth, effectively silencing him and giving him a task to work on.
“Why yes I do, we have received Intel that is a threat to our nation security. We need you for briefing at nineteen hundred hours."
Fucking. Bullshit.
“Yessir. I'll be there shortly." You hang up and toss the phone to the floor. You pull your fingers Saber has been sucking on from his mouth, getting a nice coating of drool on them. “So we got to leave in like 40 minutes."
His ears flatten along his head as he hears those dreaded words. “I thought we…"
“I know, I know. I promised we would have time to ourselves, but that isn't now. Come on and let's finish up. I doubt either of us wants to be blue balled on this Op." You tell him, flipping him onto his stomach on the bed, taking a position right behind the smaller male. “Bite the pillow now, don't want you making a fuss."
Saber eagerly grabs his pillow, taking a firm bite and shaking his impaled rear excitedly. You place your hands on each side of him and pull out slowly, getting a muffled moan from him as you draw out every inch from his clenching depths. Once only your tip remains, you force yourself back inside to the base, releasing a loud wet clap of wet fur against skin, followed by another muffled moan. You draw back much faster than before and slam yourself back inside again. You repeat this motion over and over, pile driving yourself into the Lucario and crushing his abused prostate into dust.
“Come on Master! Cum inside your bitch! Fill your bitch with your seed! Oh Arceus I need your puppies in me so badly! Please fuck me pregnant!" His begging only stirs you up to get rougher with your fucking, completely forcing him to hold still as you fill his insides with human cock. His hole is spasming much more than usual and his prostate is hard as a rock and pulsating. He's on the verge of cumming his brains out, but like a dedicated sub to his dom and he refuses to cum before him. You will be sure to reward him later for a good job.
You let out a groan and focus on the squeezing, milking sensations of his anal muscles, especially around your base when you hilt yourself deep inside him. You thrust two more times inside him and hold your position, biting down on the scruff of his neck hard, making him shudder and involuntarily cum onto the mattress as he moans loudly into the pillow, almost screaming his pleasure out. His shuddering body was just enough to force to send you over as well, as you tense and fill him up with your cum, flooding the deepest part of his colon with your seed.
You hold your place and keep pumping your cum inside him, giving him everything you have to give before pulling out. Your cock slides out with a wet pop, his destroyed tailhole gaping open and unable to close after such a rough fucking.
“Fuck, that was a good fuck." You slap his rear, getting a cute squeak out of the exhausted pup. “Alright, you sit tight and recover, I'll head out to the briefing." You use your towel to wipe off the lube and cum off of your softening shaft, tossing it aside and collecting a fresh uniform to wear from the removed drawers. Most of them are a mess and scattered about, but you eventually get a new shirt and pants to wear. You glance back at Saber, seeing him bite his lower lip as he try to suppress a moan as he inserts a plug into his rear to ensure nothing leaks out.
You finally slip on your boots and tie the laces, getting ready for another boring PowerPoint presentation and a whole lot of “fucking." You check on Saber one last time, seeing him laying on his back and still panting heavily from earlier. His knotted cock is still just as engorged, but his knot is twice the size than it was before. “Alright, I'll be be back in a bit. Keep the bed warm for me." You kiss him on the cheek, getting a warm smile on his tired face.
“Come back soon Master."
You grumble as you walk back through the hallways, finally getting out of that conference room after sitting around for an hour or two.
Great. Just fan-fucking-tastic.
You fumble with your pockets for your keycard, pulling out the card and swiping it across the lock. It blinks green and you open the door to the bedroom, seeing Saber rouse up from the blankets. “Master! So what did the El-Tee need?" He asks, his tail wagging now that you are back. You groan at being reminded of that meeting, climbing onto the bed and pulling Saber into a cuddle.
“Work… We're going back out again, so best we get some sleep." You tell him, hugging him closer to you.
“I love you…" He says in a hushed tone.
You kiss the back of his head and sigh deeply, “I love you too Saber." You let the warmth of the blue doggo lull you to sleep, letting the exhaustion overtake you.