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[kinktober-2023]

Kinktober Day 1 :

Competition / Pressure

{How Reaper meets his future partner Dakota}

The infiltration mission had been rough so far and with a sniper on the loose Reaper quickly found himself running out of options. So, as a last ditch effort to evade the commandos on his ass, he dips into an abandoned building and holds his breath in spite of his burning lungs. Each breath he takes is followed by several tense seconds of waiting until - finally - the commandos move on.

He breathes a breath of relief, deciding to catch his breath as he assesses his situation. His partners, Chief and Noelle, are likely captured or killed, making his only options to escape or, by some miracle, convince the commandos that he isn't an intruder. Unfortunately, with the sniper lurking around, both options feel like losing battles. However, just as he's about to dart out and test his luck in the abandoned streets, he hears the white noise of a radio from the second story.

"Wolf, any eyes on the intruders?"

A voice breaks the static, momentarily muting it to allow vocals to reach the ear of those who are listening.

"None, not hide nor hair," another voice replies just above him, making his heart leap into his mouth.

It's the sniper, it has to be! Is his first thought. His second thought is to get rid of the sniper and make his job a lot easier, especially if he can mimic the sniper for a while in order to by himself some time.

Up the stairs he creeps, unaware of the danger that lurks just above him until it's too late. At first, he's confused because the room seems empty, but the second he steps inside he's brought into the reality of his situation as his brain gets rattled by the butt of the sniper's rifle. Then he's kicked hard in the side before he can even begin to think and then knocked unconscious with ease.

When he wakes he's zip-tied to a metal folding chair, the short brunette haired sniper sitting on his lap with pressure applied on his groin as they continue their surveying without missing a beat. Helpless against his captor all he has to occupy himself is the slight friction on his groin and the sound of his captor's authoritive voice as they bark observations out to their fellow commandos.