Alabama
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Post by Alabama on Nov 26, 2008 23:19:24 GMT -5
White let out half a scream as he was pound into, holding in the rest. That had caught him off guard, giving the Red Nation a win. Dammit. He felt his own body betraying him, the blood coming from his scraping finger nails made it harder to concentrate on keeping quiet. He let out a surprised gasp as he felt Red's hand on his own, the attention, he being lieing if he didn't it say it was better than having a boner, but the truth or not, he didn't want this, not now, not like this. The fact of that just made the pain deeper and hurt more.
With every fuck, he came closer to crying out, wishing for it to be Black instead of Red. If it was Black, he would stop if he asked him, if it were Black, it wouldn't hurt....oh Fuckin God Damn why couldn't it be Black. His thoughts threw him off from his main objective, and a deep thrust caused him to cry out, the sharp pain went through his body, the need for air returning to be stronger than before. Fuck....he was giving the Red Nation what he wanted. Just...fuck.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 26, 2008 23:46:29 GMT -5
Red felt a familiar warm liquid that had the smell of iron making his job all the easier on him, he guessed it was just one too many hard thrust in to the White spy. Hell he didn't care if he made the other male bleed though, he lived to hurt the enemy, it was his 'job or 'duty' to his embassy.
He was smirking, giving a satisfied glare. "Mnnn..." He said giving a rough grope to White's cock, rubbing his thumb over the head of it. "Say you love it and maybe I'll stop..." He said with a harsh mocking laugh. This was a cruller side of the Spaniard that most knew him for.
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Alabama
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Post by Alabama on Nov 27, 2008 0:02:58 GMT -5
White tried to keep silent after his first two slip ups. There was no way in hell he was going to give that bastard what he wanted, even if it did mean he would stop. He ached all over, inside and out. His head was spinning, he felt as though his body would implode and his ass just plain out hurt. The smell of iron was heavy in his nose, and he came to relize he had been biting his lip. It stung now, the taste of blood filling his mouth and engulfing his tastebuds.
He gave up his final attemtps to keep quiet after he let a whimper slip out. He wanted Black to be there, to help him. He scaped the rest of his nails off, the blood leaving marks on the floor now as every shred of dignity he had vanished in the tear that rooled down his face and ripped off his cheep, splashing onto the floor. He gritted his teeth to hold back any more.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 27, 2008 0:30:00 GMT -5
Red smirked. He felt so accomplished and finished what he was doing releasing heavily into the White spy, then a loud noise echoed through out the streets, filling the room that they were in. The Spaniard let out a noise of discomfort as he fell back, off the man. Coughing. A dark figure appeared on top of a building, it was non other than the famous Black spy himself. He had been looking for his lover for what he wanted to be a romantic and possibly sexual evening. There went his plans. He was grimacing and his glare could be felt. Then his figure was gone in an instant as the dark spy had jumped down from his building rooftop perch. Oh was he pissed. He reported right over to White's side, worried with a glare of hatred to the Red Nation.
Red had rolled off of White before having been shot, and was now wincing, coughing from the impact of the shot and the type of gun that had been used. He moved a hand over his side, it was close to his chest, he didn't like that, he winced at the pain, sitting back up, well propping himself up again really did he look out of semi-open mahogany eyes in a glare. He pushed himself up and put away what he needed too being sure to stand there in an attempt of a non threatening manner. It didn't matter there was still a gun pointed at him with the finger on the trigger. He thought over his options quickly. Then BOOM, another shot, he barely had time to move for it to clip his upper shoulder, by the nape of his neck, close deadly shot, his glare stiffened. Damn Black nations being so underhandedly dirty. He drew for his own gun that was hidden on the inside of his coat and he didn't have to worry about the safety, he fired, hitting his target in the leg.
Black instinctively picked up his item which in this case was White and took off, Red chasing behind them, the Russian fired over his shoulder only looking out of the corner of his eyes, his long hair pulled back into a ponytail to be out of his way. He was trying to make sure that White's ass was cover by the long white coat the other man was wearing and that neither of them got hurt any further. He ducted out of the way then jutted into the busy streets just barely making it, hearing the horns beeping and the tires screeching he grinned. Crazy ass motherfucker. He thought to himself, he didn't stop running until he declared them safe. Huffing and panting he laid White down.
Red hadn't been as luck, his leg as shot after he got hit by that car, he was over all fine but he had to limp back to the Red nation head quarters, shot up and bleeding. He knew he had no choice but to go and sit and wait his turn to be treated, taking a few painkillers that he administered himself.
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Alabama
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Post by Alabama on Nov 27, 2008 0:40:27 GMT -5
White was conscious through all this, but other wise, not there. He felt light headed, and dizzy, but he knew Black, and he felt an inner peace knowing that he was there. Something that just said it was going to be okay now rang inside of him, but by the time they had reached a safe area, he was ready to go to sleep. His eyes felt heavy, and right now all he wanted was to be in Black's arms, to be help and hugged.
He wrapped his arms around the Black spy and attempted to hug him. This hug started strong, but eventually loosened as the White spy fell unconscious, his arms going limp. He could finally let loose and feel safe in his lover's arms. He fell into a dreamless sleep, his body desperate for rest.
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Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 27, 2008 0:48:13 GMT -5
Francois had only slept a half an hour after Red left, and was now sitting up in his bed. The redhead was answering the questions of his doctor, while asking many of his own. It was one of those 'how long this, how long that' kind of conversations. Overall the doctor didn't think his arm would be effected by the stab wound. That it would 'heal up just fine'. He was inclined to believe him. He wanted, more than anything, for his arm to be useful.
Now he just had to wait for Red to get back. And he was nervous, where the hell had the other taken off too? Sleepily he rubbed at one eye, getting onto his feet and shuddering faintly. Good thing about this place, they didn't force you into hospital gowns. Especially when you snarled at them. Oh well, he had to find Red, or at least get a feel for this place himself.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 27, 2008 1:14:17 GMT -5
Red sighed, bleeding, busted leg but he was rather satisfied with that one. Yea it could have turned out better for him but he was happy with his revenge. A doctor came over, looked at all the wounded spies and choose him to be in worse shape. He grinned, liking that he didn't have to wait so long as he used the man for support and hobbled in through the doors and Francois was on his way out.
No one made that much of a fuse until the Spaniard refused to let them touch him. Snapping and growling at them with his arms crossed, he huffed almost poutingly.
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Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 27, 2008 1:18:05 GMT -5
Francois noticed him being helped past him, and followed him back through. What a stubborn bastard he was. "Tsk, your being such a baby." Francois managed, wriggling through the doctors to get to Red. His eyes shone with worry even past the slight smile on his face. "What happened? What did you do?" His eyes raked in the others form, noting the wounds. Trouble more than likely.
"You should let them help." He murmured, sidling up next to him. Gently laying a hand on the others leg, where he wasn't injured.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 27, 2008 1:26:36 GMT -5
Red watched him with the most innocent of looks, slack faced I suppose you could say. Then it was like dealing with an entirely new man. "Well...." He gave a slightly nervous chuckle. "I was getting him back for hurting you...." As they talked the doctors seemed to have an easier time with working around the two rather than dealing with the one by himself.
"And then we fell down the stairs, so I kicked him a few times and raped the goddamn bastard for being a wiseass..." He said rather huffily making an angered face. He didn't think too much of how the other would take to hearing this news but Francois had asked so he informed, leaning more into him.
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Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 27, 2008 1:38:44 GMT -5
Francois was instantly concerned, gently moving to hug the other gently. "....merci, mon amour." Francois whispered softly, leaning a little to kiss him on the cheek. It was nice...to hear that the other man had gone out of his way to make White pay. Meant he didn't have to do it. He slipped his fingers into Red's hand and hoped the distraction was giving the doctors enough time to help him.
"I wish you hadn't gotten hurt for me, Red." He said softly, looking up at him, "I would have gotten him back myself...soon as I could..."
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 27, 2008 1:46:28 GMT -5
Red nodded. "It wasn't that big of a deal...." He said rather proudly casting his eyes to the side. The doctors did what they could to help, he would need a brace or a cast for his leg but other than that he was done. "I mean, I was happy to do it for you......He wouldn't get away with that, hurting you..." He tried to phrase that correctly.
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Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 27, 2008 1:51:22 GMT -5
"...it's a big deal to me." Francois said very softly, so that the other would be the only one to hear him. His singular green eye met Red's, and he smiled warmly. "I will make it up to you." He said softly, his hand brushing by his hip. Of course his 'make up' would be enjoyed by both parties. But that was the fun of it right?
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 27, 2008 1:58:08 GMT -5
Red's body stiffened up a bit at the touch to his hip. The doctors looked at each other and all nodded. The head of them stepping forward. "We'll need you to loose your pants senior...." He said rather hesitantly, his reply was a huff and being ignored. "Hell no." Is what he got moments later. He hated this places for these reasons. "Please sir,..." "No." Was still there reply, he was ever so stubborn. "It's for your own good..." The doctor pleaded, they went through so much.
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Khaki
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Post by Khaki on Nov 27, 2008 2:10:41 GMT -5
Oh boy, he could see trouble around the corner. He leaned in and whispered in his ear, very quietly, "Will you loose them for me, mon amour?" He didn't want the man to be in pain...and the doctors needed to look at his wounds, and if that included losing his pants...Well, Francois wouldn't mind the view at all. The doctors would be more afraid of retaliation or some such rather than notice how stunning Red was. Which was probably a biased view coming from him.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Dec 2, 2008 21:39:54 GMT -5
Red fought back a blush at hearing that. "Now isn't the place, I'm fine, just need my knee popped back into place, it's not that big of a deal...." He said in a nonchelonte kind of way. (Sorry for my spelling guys x.x) He felt the glare of the doctor and glared back with just as much intensity and maybe more. "Goddammit....Alright." He gripped the entire time he pulled off his pants, taking his time after undoing the belt because frankly it hurt to move that leg at the moment. He sighed. "I hope you two are happy." He huffed crossing his arms, his lovely black tighty boxers hugging his form rather fittingly. The doctor nodded and begain writing again.
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