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Summary: Thirst had always been a great protector of his teammates at Rhodes Island Operatives. Due to feeling responsible for the death of his one and only friend, Thirst could never allow anyone to feel hurt again… What he never considered, was how HE would feel with all of that, and the Doctor was the only one who could help…
Holding onto a body that grew increasingly colder with every passing second, his own breathing seemed to be made of ice.
His mouth was speaking, but there was no way for his mind to know what it was. Amidst his own sobs and shaking body, his eyes and brain were all focused on the man whose life ebbed away in his arms.
Yet, surprisingly, the man whose visage was all but blurred by rain and tears, seemed calmer than ever.
As if the hold death had on him was something he welcomed. As if he had joined that mission with this specific goal in mind.
Was it true? Did he anticipate his own death? Was that why there was no way to remember how he looked at that time?
Yet, no matter how foggy his memory of that day was, the words spoken to him at that time, the words whose weight dictated how he would live his life thereafter… they were clear as day.
It was as if all sound stopped just so his voice could be heard.
“Go without me.”
Time fell still.
Starting from the pallid lips who had uttered the second and last command he would ever hear, black crystals started spreading throughout the man’s face and neck.
Watching this with horror, Thirst let go of his old time friend and companion as if he had been touched by something vile.
“No… No!” Finally did he hear his own voice as it gnawed in his throat. “This.. it- it wasn’t like this…!” He whimpered, scurrying away from the body that bulged out and convulsed as it was beset by the Infection.
Thirst’s body shook violently as he tried to tear his gaze away from the horrid scene of his friend’s body being consumed by Oripathy. He held his head with both hands, covering his ears so they wouldn’t pick up the sound of flesh melting and disintegrating.
“It wasn’t like this…” he repeated over and over, rocking his body back and forth as Arctic’s eyes looked straight into his soul, despite his body turning into an incomprehensible pile of flesh and dark crystals. “It wasn’t…” he sniffled, his usually emotionless eyes overflowing with tears.
The longer Arctic’s eyes stared into him, the louder Thirst could hear his own breathing and heart beating. The sound of rain threatened to consume it all as the world around him distorted itself, with Arctic’s gaze as its center.
“No… NO!” He yelled atop of his lungs, desperately trying to tear himself away from the agony.
With a startle, Thirst opened his eyes.
“Hah… hahh…” he huffed, looking around like a terrified kitten.
The darkness of the room did nothing to soothe his racing mind. If he blinked, he would be able to see Arctic’s gaze with the corner of his eyes, no matter where he looked.
Trembling, Thirst stumbled out of the bed. He walked simply by instinct, trying to figure out where the exit was. Huffing, his mind spiraled that dreaded memory as his body shook with guilt and fear.
Finally finding the door, he barely managed to turn the knob with his trembling hands, shoving himself out into a poorly lit corridor.
At the end of it, there was something that could soothe him. There was someonethat could soothe his crumbling mind.
Moved by that belief, Thirst stumbled forward, his vision darkening with each step he took. If he were to pass out in that state of mind… no, he couldn’t bear to think of it.
The heavy steps towards the laboratory caught someone’s attention.
The Doctor lifted his gaze from the broken coffee machine he was just cursing at towards the door Thirst was bound to come out of. The moment the silver-haired, black-horned man opened the double door wearing the most terrified expression one could ever see someone wear, the Doctor sighed wearily.
“… That dream again?” he said simply as Thirst approached, usually tall and imposing, but now curved and pitiful.
“Doctor, Doctor… it wasn’t like that…” Thirst murmured as he fell on his knees in front of the Doctor, placing his head on his lap. Even when on his knees, he was about the same height as the Doctor who was sitting up, yet he seemed so fragile one couldn’t help but notice the irony.
“I know.” The Doctor placed a placating hand over Thirst’s horns, sending a wave of much-needed calm into the taller man’s body. Still, it wasn’t enough.
Thirst’s hands gripped the Doctor’s legs as his entire body shook with fear and anguish. “It wasn’t… he didn’t look… but the Infection…”
“Poor Puppy,” the Doctor used the degrading nickname Thirst usually disliked, but openly welcomed whenever he was desperate for help. “Look at me,” the Doctor pulled down his hood and mask, revealing the face no one but the man in front of him had ever seen in Rhodes Island: a surprisingly young-looking, black-haired and red eyed man with animal traits much like its other residents, despite what many would infer.
Thirst’s eyes, usually devoid of emotion — or at least filled with repressed emotion — looked up to the Doctor’s like they were his lifeline. He opened his mouth instinctively, revealing his sharp fangs as the Doctor did the same, sticking out his tongue into Thirst’s teeth.
“Mhhm…” the Doctor winced at the sharp pain of the teeth piercing into his tongue, but pulled Thirst’s head back so he could control the depth of the desperate kiss. Thirst sucked into the Doctor’s tongue and blood, feeling relief at the warm liquid going down his throat.
The Doctor was immune to Oriopathy, and that translated into his blood, as well.
If Thirst drank from it, he wouldn’t feel as threatened by the Infection as he usually did.
The shaking of his body visibly lessened the longer the kiss went, until it completely stopped at the same time as the bleeding.
“D-Doctor…” Thirst huffed, nudging his face into the Doctor’s after their lips parted.
Smirking, the Doctor slightly pulled the back of Thirst’s hair, making him look up in his eyes. “Was that still not enough?”
His lips still moist, Thirst looked away with a tinge of embarrassment. Apparently, his sanity had returned during the kiss, but he still wanted it to continue for a while longer.
Even if the Doctor’s touch was rough. Even if there was always a sense of inferiority whenever they were together.
The warmth wasn’t a lie. The precious blood that no one else had seen the color of, it was only at Thirst’s disposal.
The eyes that many only saw through a cold mask, looked down at him like he was his, or at least like something to be protected.
Unconsciously, as Thirst thought of these, his lips protruded into a pout.
Which the Doctor promptly took a bite out of.
“….!” Thirst pulled away with surprise, smacking his mouth with one hand.
“Oh? It seems my Puppy’s growing up.” The Doctor snorted at Thirst’s reaction, and even more so once he scowled at the nickname.
“… Don’t call me that.” He squeaked out,which sounded terribly unconvincing in more ways than one. For one, he was still sitting on the floor in front of the Doctor’s chair, and for another, he made no effort to get up nor pull away the Doctor’s hand that was pulling his nape closer and closer.
“No?” The Doctor licked Thirst’s bottom lip as the taller man tried and failed to look away and resist the warm touch.
“…” Thirst’s reply was only silence, though even if he had voiced something, it would’ve been muffled by the Doctor’s lips on his.
The kiss this time, although not as desperate as the first, felt equally voracious as the Doctor explored every inch of Thirst’s mouth with his tongue. He licked his lips, then tongue, then gums with unexplainable hunger, which stole a moan out of the taller man.
Enticed by the sweet voice, the Doctor slowly pushed Thirst down on the floor, holding both of his hands above his head.
Of course, the act was more out of asserting his dominance rather than actual strength — after all, the Doctor was but a researcher while Thirst was a strong Operator. But their roles outside of these four walls meant nothing between the both of them… and Thirst would have it no other way.
However… As the kiss grew intense and their bodies grew hotter, Thirst moved uncomfortably under the Doctor.
“Mhm…” he tried to protest, but the Doctor’s tongue in his was relentless. It gave him no room for breathing, much less speaking.
Growling, the Doctor looked down at the Operator with hunger in his red eyes, like a predator set on his much larger prey. “What is it?” he placed his forehead on Thirst’s as his free hand roamed down to his pants.
Wincing at the lewd touch, Thirst closed one eye as he looked away, biting his lips. “The floor…”
Consumed in his hunger, the Doctor thrusted his tongue into Thirst’s once again. “How can a Puppy be this cute…” he murmured amidst kisses, reaching to grab Thirst’s manhood under his pants.
“Mh-ahh…” Thirst let out a disgraceful moan, immediately biting his lips to hide it. “D-Doctor…” he nudged the man on top of him like a powerless kitten, surely not th first nor the last time he would do it.
“Only once, okay? I’ll do it quickly…” The Doctor huffed as he kissed Thirst’s neck, rubbing their erections through their pants. “Just lift one leg…”
“Ah… But…” Despite being much stronger, Thirst couldn’t help but do what the Doctor told him to. Time and again he had told the Doctor that doing it on the floor would give him hip pain, but he couldn’t help but give in whenever the Doctor tried to devour him like that… it was unavoidable.
He was almost lifting his leg like the Doctor him to, but since he was yet to take off his pants, there was no way to.
“Just once, Just once…” now it seemed like the Doctor was the delirious one as he bit and kissed Thirst’s pale white skin, drunk in his taste, warmth and submission.
“Hahh… Doctor…” Thirst gripped at the Doctor’s hair, pulling him for a kiss to settle that burning sensation in his body. “Quickly… quickly…”
Smirking under their kiss, the Doctor pulled a few hairs out of Thirst’s face. “Are you sure? … Here?”
“Yes… Yes… anywhere.” Thirst finally conceded, his body too hot to wait for them to reach the next door bedroom.
“Good boy…” The Doctor whispered as he shoved his tongue into Thirst’s mouth, making the taller man roll his eyes in pleasure. Hurriedly did the Doctor pull down Thirst’s pants, but he was in no hurry to pull out his own erection.
Instead, he took Thirst’s massive dick into his hands and caressed it slowly, pulling its skin up and down to stimulate him into begging even more…
“Ah- ack… Doctor…” Thirst’s response as immediate. Despite his size, he was as fidgety as a little kitten, the boy… “Mhhmm…” He squirmed as the Doctor intensified his kisses and caresses.
He lifted one leg without being asked to as his breathing got more and more ragged with the heat in his chest threatening to explode. The Doctor placed his index right over Thirst’s glans, as if preventing him from coming.
“Mhhmm…” That made Thirst’s entire body tingle. “Doctor- Please…”
“Hmm? I haven’t said anything…” The Doctor chuckled heartily, barely managing to stay his need to ravage the man under him without waiting for him to beg. Instead, he twisted his hand slightly, making Thirst’s body squirm under him.
“I’m- I, ah… it’s… almost…”
“I never said you couldn’t…” The Doctor teased, licking Thirst’s exhausted tongue.
For a moment, Thirst stopped breathing. “I… can…?” he huffed, squeezing his eyes as the orgasm shook his body from inside out, his seed spurting out right into the Doctor’s cupped hand.
“You were waiting for my permission, Puppy? Without me saying anything?” The Doctor kissed Thirst’s temple as he used his very own cum to coat his ass for a smoother entrance.
“Mhhm, I-” Thirst barely had time to enjoy the post orgasmic fog as the Doctor relentlessly stuck three fingers into him, all dripping wet with his own fluids. “Doct-”
“Shh, now it’s my turn, Puppy.” He sealed Thirst’s lips with a kiss, hurriedly pulling out his erection to prod at his ass. “Be a good boy and let me in, hmm?”
“Hmm… Ah…” Thirst opened his mouth to allow for a deeper kiss, wrapping both arms around the Doctor’s neck as if to give him permission.
Huffing, the Doctor murmured a curse as he pushed himself in. “Shit, it’s still so tight… loosen up for me, Thirst, ack…” he bemoaned as Thirst spasmed around him, still feeling the effect of the orgasm.
Thirst let out a long moan as the Doctor pushed his full length in, digging his face into the Doctor’s shoulder. “D-Doctor… ahn…”
“Ah, hah… it’s good inside you, Thirst. Fuck,” the Doctor cursed, pushing himself as far as he could inside him. He pulled out only to push further back in, enjoying how the taller man squeaked adorably under his might.
Thirst wasn’t a very verbal man, so he couldn’t utter things like ‘it feels so good! Please, more!’ like one would expect to hear during those times, but the Doctor was much more pleased by the taller man’s repressed silence and muffled moans instead.
He could feel Thirst’s body spasm with pleasure whenever he thrusted. He could hear the strangled moans coming out of Thirst’s throat whenever he pounded him with a bit more strength… And that was hotter than any word Thirst could ever say.
“Maybe… Maybe it won’t be only once, shit…” The Doctor panted as he accelerated his movements, digging deeper and deeper into Thirst as his body loosed around him. At first, he did actually plan to do it just once on the floor and move to the bed, but somehow… Thirst felt much hotter and tigther today.
It was impossible to do it just once.
If Thirst had been just a little bit more coherent, he might’ve protested.
However, at that moment, he couldn’t think of anything anymore. The Doctor was relentless in his pounding, and that made Thirst only focus on him. There was only him in the entire world.
His body started to close itself around the Doctor’s dick, wanting to keep it inside forever, but also needing it to pull in and out like that for a while longer, for just a little bit longer…
“Ahn… Doctor- I…” Thirst announced, his eyes watering with pleasure as the Doctor never stopped his movements.
“Al… ready? Thirst…” the Doctor panted, “I… ack… fuck, it’s so good…” He tried to make fun of him, but the pleasure was such that he could only focus on his lower body. The heat in his body was unbearable.
They huffed in unison as their words got mingled with moans and the sound of their lovemaking. Lost in kisses and hunger, the Doctor felt Thirst coming first before he, too, shot his seeds inside of him, though his movements barely slowed down.
“Doctor…!” Thirst pleaded, feeling how the Doctor wasn’t intent on stopping after the first time. “I can’t- ack…” he moaned, his back end sensitive after being mercilessly worked on by the Doctor’s eager shaft.
He was about to come again mere five minutes after just coming.
“Shh shh, Puppy, ah…” the Doctor slicked back his sweaty forehead before pulling Thirst’s chin for a kiss. “Just once, just once more…” he bemoaned, his erection up and ready to rail Thirst for the remainder of the night if necessary.
“Mhhhmm…” Thirst rolled his eyes in pleasure as the orgasm shook his body again, making him relax all of his tense muscles. “Doctor…” he moaned as the thrusts intensified yet again, not feeling or not caring about how the Doctor’s seeds spewed out of his ass down his back.
“So hot, Thirst…” the Doctor licked Thirst’s lips, completely entranced by the man under him.
Whenever Thirst looked submissive like that, there was no way for the Doctor to be able to let him go after doing it only once… Mayhaps, until dawn, or maybe until someone finally discovered them in this laboratory.
But until then, the Doctor wasn’t about to let Thirst go, oh no he wasn’t.
However, that would come with consequences, even if they would only come in the next day.
They finally moved back to Thirst’s bed after doing it so much they thought they dreamed the walk back to the room. Snuggling into the Doctor’s chest, Thirst felt warm and fulfilled, a complete 180º from how he had woken up earlier that night.
Yet, what awaited him when he would eventually wake up was the hip pain he had tried to warn the Doctor of, and that made him scowl from the moment he opened his eyes.
Since he was an Operator, and also because of who he was inherently, Thirst liked to wake up early to train. He had to be in tip top shape if he wanted to keep on being the best protector of Rhodes Island, and that translated into training, training and more training.
But whenever he let the Doctor have his way with him, Thirst was useless for the largest part of the day. For one, because his back end would be throbbing, an ever-reminder of their delicious time the previous night. For another, he would feel a pinching pain on his lower back if they had done it on the floor, which, unfortunately, they had.
So he woke up with a scowl and went to get ready (he wanted to be mad at the Doctor for coming inside of him too, as that was more work for him in the shower… But Thirst secretly liked the feel of the Doctor’s seeds running down his legs when he got up, so he was unable to pretend to be mad about that), making sure to stomp around so the Doctor could wake up and see him angry.
“Thirst…?” The Doctor’s hoarse voice called as he patted the empty space beside him in bed. With a groan, he peeked out of the pillow to find the bathroom light on and the sound of the shower going off.
“…” There was no reply as the tall man wanted to make his point obvious, but the Doctor was still loading his personality after having just woken up, so he missed it entirely.
In fact, he missed the entirety of Thirst’s attempt to show how mad he was as the Doctor fell right back asleep, which only made Thirst angrier.
So, later in the day, when it was time for the team to assemble to get to work, Thirst never looked in the Doctor’s way, which looked adorable to the Doctor but actually scary to the other team mates.
As Thirst was a tall, horned man, he looked rather imposing when he scowled. Usually, he wasn’t much for showing his emotions, but this time he had to prove a point (also his lower back hurt like hell) so he had to express his anger by pouting and scowling.
Seeing as the meeting was going nowhere with the team mates intimidated and Thirst even more silent than usual, the Doctor called for a break and summoned Thirst to speak privately in the laboratory.
Thirst followed, but looked the other way the whole time, which made the Doctor snort and think of a cute puppy that followed its master even though it was upset for whatever reason.
“Hey, you shouldn’t let you being mad at me to compromise the entire team.” The Doctor cut right to the chase, not even allowing Thirst to look aloof in a far corner of the room. He purposely avoided the spot the Doctor was heading towards — the chair beside which their lovemaking occurred just last night.
“…” Thirst still said nothing, turning his head away just so his eyes wouldn’t meet the Doctor’s under his hood.
“Hey, don’t be like that? You said I could…”
“That’s because-” Thirst took the bait and looked up to the Doctor, but immediately shut his mouth and turned away with a pink tint in his cheeks.
“C’mon, Puppy…” The Doctor waddled towards Thirst, who turned his head to the opposite side.
“Don’t call me like that.”
“Okay. Thirst. Look at me? You’re hurting me…” The Doctor made sure the pout could be heard in his voice, which once again baited Thirst into glancing his way. Fortunately for the Doctor, he was still wearing his mask so Thirst didn’t see the smirk growing under it. “There… next time, I promise I won’t ask again, okay?” He reached for Thirst’s cheek, tapping it carefully.
“… You said that last time.”
“I did? I’m sure I said I would TRY…”
“You didn’t try!”
“Oh, Thirst,” the Doctor pulled down his mask. “Do you know how HARD is it to control myself when you’re like that? Extremely.”
“It’s not- It’s not my fault.” Thirst stuttered as the Doctor pulled his face down closer and closer.
“Nope, it’s allll my fault. That’s why I’m apologizing,” he said, his breath brushing against Thirst’s. “And telling you I will not do it again. Not ‘try’ not to, but I won’t do it. Okay?” he smooched Thirst’s dry lips, quickly pulling his mask back up.
Left with the aftertaste of a kiss, Thirst pouted a bit more, but his heart was lighter after receiving the promise. “Okay,” he nodded gleefully, which made the Doctor smirk under his mask again.
Little did Thirst know that when it was about him and his adorableness, there was no promise that could hold back the desire in the Doctor… So they were bound to have that same conversation a few more times in the near future.
I JUST REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THESE WHEN I MADE THEM? Okay here’s the illustration for the second chapter of my oc x canon fanfiction! It’s supposed to be the old picture Solan has in his wallet that’s mentioned in the last part of the chapter :)
You can read Take My Hand and Sink With Me right [here!]
By the time of posting this I actually have the third chapter pretty much written, so it should be posted fairly soon!
“They call me Hawk Eyes, however, it seems that you see more than I” … Hidden behind the mask and name “Captain Mask”, we find Kaylee, who has left the depths of the sea to become a pirate. But her blindness, extending past the mere physical, prevents her from continuing her journey.
