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It was the infamous mating season: that time of year when everyone seemed obsessed with buying gifts for their partners and pharmacies took advantage by raising the price of condoms. Medkit, as always, used to avoid all of that with his infallible method: contraceptive pills to suppress the natural order he despised so much.
But this time… this time he actually had a reason to let nature do its work.
Subspace.
The problem was that Subspace, even as an adult, still reacted exactly the same as when they were younger. Every time Medkit tried to get close in an intimate way—a brush of fingers, a kiss that lingered a little too long, a hand that searched for his skin—Subspace curled in on himself like a wounded animal.
He trembled.
Made those tiny, stifled sounds of discomfort.
Sometimes he even curled up into a ball or burst into tears without understanding why.
And Medkit hated it.
Not him. Never him.
“Subspace, dinner is ready.”
Medkit’s voice broke the stillness of the room as he pushed the door open with his shoulder. The air smelled faintly of clean fabric, plastic, and the sweet scent of one of the many room fresheners he used to keep Subspace calm. And there he was—lying curled up on his side in the middle of the bed, surrounded by a soft little fortress of pillows and plush toys. He looked like some lost creature nestled in the nest he had built for himself.
The TV flickered gently in front of the bed. At some point, the channel had switched to cartoons; now the cheerful melody of Care Bears filled the room. Pastel colors, soft voices, adorable animals teaching lessons about kindness and friendship…
Perfect.
Absolutely perfect for Subspace.
(Writer’s note: yes, I was actually watching Care Bears while writing this. AND WHAT? I LOVE THAT SHOW, LET ME LIVE.)
Medkit set the tray down on the nightstand and approached slowly. He ran a gentle hand through Subspace’s messy hair—just enough to make him twitch, but not enough to wake him fully. Then, with practiced care, he slipped his hands under Subspace’s arms and lifted him, sitting him upright among the pillows.
“There we go… up,” he murmured, using a softness no one else ever heard from him.
Subspace blinked awake, his eyes glassy and unfocused, like his brain needed a few extra seconds to boot up. Still, he allowed Medkit to guide him, obedient out of habit… out of conditioning… out of dependence.
Medkit scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes with the plastic spoon, blew on it lightly to cool it, and brought it to Subspace’s lips.
“Eat.”
Subspace didn’t respond, just leaned forward instinctively like a little animal recognizing a familiar routine. He opened his mouth and accepted the food, chewing slowly, clumsily. A few bits dribbled down the corner of his lips, sliding onto his cheek and shirt.
But Medkit had already anticipated that.
With his free hand, he grabbed a napkin and wiped away the stray bits of purée with meticulous care, making sure nothing stained the bed or Subspace’s skin.
“That’s it… good boy,” he murmured, with that peculiar mix of affection and control only he could blend so perfectly.
Subspace kept eating without question, trusting, docile, as if the entire world were no more complicated than the soft texture of the purée and Medkit’s hand wiping his mouth.
And Medkit, watching him chew slowly, couldn’t help but feel that everything was going exactly the way he wanted.
He hated that reaction, that invisible barrier that separated him from the man he loved most. It frustrated him down to the marrow that every attempt ended up colliding with that deeply ingrained fear.
Because he wanted to kiss him.
He wanted to taste him—slowly, deeply—until Subspace forgot how to breathe.
He wanted to run his tongue along every scar marking his body, memorizing him with almost religious devotion.
He wanted to spread his legs, bury himself between them, and make him tremble for entirely different reasons.
He wanted to bite him, mark him, possess him until there was no doubt left about who he belonged to.
He desired him.
He craved him.
He needed him.
But Subspace wouldn’t let him.
He resisted with the same stubbornness he had in Blackrock’s hallways, when Medkit tried to approach and he recoiled like an automatic reflex. Just as stubborn. Just as impossible. Just as broken.
And that stubbornness…
that untouched purity despite the years…
that mixture of fear, vulnerability, and silent defiance…
Was exactly what drove Medkit the most insane.
Because the more unreachable Subspace became,
the deeper Medkit’s desire grew.
The fiercer the need became.
And the more unbearable the idea of not having him.
Normally, Medkit would’ve just dumped the pudding onto the plate and prepared some mashed potatoes for Subspace—soft, simple, the same routine as always. But today… today wasn’t a normal day.
As he mashed the potatoes, his eyes kept drifting toward the bag he had left on the table. Inside were the hormonal supplements he had bought in secret. He didn’t need them for himself—not this time—especially because Subspace hadn’t taken his routine blockers. Medkit had chosen every bottle, every dose, every detail with precision. He couldn’t afford mistakes. Not now.
Scythe and Broker had gone out to run an errand for the church, and the other members never really cared—or simply ignored the noises coming from his room. Some didn’t want to know; others were used to it. The point was that no one would interrupt them.
And that was perfect.
Medkit mentally reviewed everything he had prepared:
—Condoms.
—Pills.
—And a few rewards, sweets and little gifts Subspace liked, just in case positive reinforcement became necessary.
Because even now, even with his mind reduced to something soft and malleable, Subspace stayed stubborn. That same unyielding spark, almost childlike, still flickered deep inside him, refusing to go out. And that was exactly why Medkit planned every step with excruciating care.
He wanted everything to go exactly as he intended.
As it should.
He sighed, stirring the mashed potatoes with a steady hand as he imagined the night ahead: Subspace calm, obedient, accepting everything Medkit had been wanting for so long. A warm, anxious tension curled in his chest at the thought.
Everything was ready.
Everything prepared.
All that was left was for Subspace… to cooperate.
And Medkit was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.
It happened gradually, almost too subtly to notice at first.
After they finished eating —with Medkit stealing a few bites from Subspace’s plate every now and then just to watch his faint reactions— both of them ended up lying on the bed, the soft glow of the TV filling the room. Bright cartoon colors flickered across the walls while the characters sang some ridiculously cheerful tune.
Subspace was calm at first. Half-asleep, half-distracted.
But little by little, he started to move.
First an uncomfortable shift.
Then a slight tremor in his legs.
Then his hands clutching the blanket, wrinkling it with irritation.
Medkit noticed immediately.
Oh, of course he did.
Subspace began to squirm, restless, uncomfortable —as if his own body were trying to crawl out of itself. His breathing grew faster, shorter, and his fingers slid down to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it like something underneath was burning him.
Until finally, he managed to say one single word:
“Hot…”
His voice was hoarse, weak, almost whiny. And without waiting for permission —not that he ever needed it— he clumsily pulled his shirt off, as though the fabric itself were scorching his skin. The moment it hit the floor, he was already fumbling with the buttons of his pants, desperate to get rid of those too.
Medkit watched everything with a barely contained smile, a soft laugh slipping from his throat.
Of course.
He knew exactly what was happening.
He knew why Subspace felt like this, what was triggering it, and how long he had been waiting to see that reaction.
And seeing him like that—agitated, vulnerable, unable to understand what his body was doing—was a delicious temptation.
Now it was only a matter of time.
Time before Medkit stopped watching…
and started acting.
Subspace tried not to look at him, as he always did, but Medkit started slowly to descend, leaving a trail of kisses until reaching subspace's crotch. He positioned himself between subspace's legs and began licking and biting the inside of subspace's thighs, subspace only able to let out whimpers and moans until a particularly sharp bite hurt... too much for subspace's standards. He let out a scream and started kicking and trying to push Medkit away.
Medkit, however, refused to be deterred. He continued his sensual assault, his hot breath and wet tongue leaving subspace trembling and breathless. Subspace tried to squirm away, but Medkit's strong grip on subspace's hips kept him in place, forcing subspace to endure the overwhelming sensations.
As subspace's cries grew more desperate, Medkit's touches became more aggressive. He groped and squeezed the sensitive flesh of subspace's inner thighs, his fingers digging into subspace's skin hard enough to leave bruises. All the while, his mouth never stopped its relentless onslaught, biting and sucking and licking until subspace was reduced to a writhing, incoherent mess.
Subspace's mind started to go blank, his thoughts scattering like leaves in a hurricane. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. He felt like he was drowning, pulled under by the tidal wave of sensation that was Medkit's lustful assault. His body shook and jerked, muscles twitching erratically as he struggled to process the overwhelming stimuli.
Through the haze of his desperation, subspace dimly registered the sound of fabric tearing. He looked down, dazed and unfocused, to see Medkit ripping away the last of his clothes with single-minded determination. In an instant, subspace was bared completely to Medkit's hungry gaze, vulnerable and exposed in a way that made subspace's stomach churn with a confusing mix of fear and anticipation.
Subspace's heart raced as Medkit loomed over him, a dark and predatory figure against the dim light. He could feel the heat radiating off of Medkit's body, could see the bulge in Medkit's pants that spoke to his arousal. Subspace's mouth went dry, his tongue feeling thick and unwieldy in his mouth. He swallowed hard, trying to find some moisture to ease the sudden tightness in his throat.
Subspace's mind screamed at him to run, to flee before it
Subspace froze, his body trembling with fear and tension as Medkit tenderly stroked his cheek. He couldn't help but shudder when he felt Medkit's hand brush against his sensitive skin, his body betraying his true intention to resist. "Relax, darling... you're going to like it," Medkit whispered, his voice husky with desire, as he swiftly removed his pants. He tossed them carelessly across the room, leaving himself exposed and ready.
Subspace bit his lip hard, trying to stifle the panicked sobs that threatened to escape. But then him felt the first touch of Medkit's tongue on his vulva, and his whole body trembled with unexpected pleasure. Medkit began slowly, carefully exploring and stimulating the sensitive folds of his intimacy. His tongue slid along Subspace's inner lips, tasting and sensing his wetness. Subspace couldn't help but arch his back at the intensity of the sensation, his treacherous body responding to Medkit's touch despite his reservations.
Medkit began to focus on Subspace's clitoris, sucking and licking the swollen bud until it was glistening and throbbing with need. Subspace cried out, the sound muffled and strangled as him struggled to maintain his composure. Him was being overwhelmed by the sensation, his body and mind fighting to process the overwhelming pleasure Medkit was inflicting. Despite his initial resistance, Subspace's body was beginning to give way. His thighs parted a little more to give Medkit even easier access, his back arching slightly before Medkit's skillful tongue. Him could feel his insides beginning to throb and drip with excitement, his treacherous body preparing for the impending penetration.
Medkit groaned against Subspace's cunt, the sound vibrating through his flesh and sending waves of pleasure down Subspace's spine. Him knew she was winning, that him was softening up his reluctant lover with relentless, skillful pleasure. And despite himself, Subspace... Subspace could feel his body betraying his, his cunt throbbing and dripping with arousal despite his efforts to resist. Medkit's tongue felt too good, too adept at caressing and arousing every inch of his intimacy. Almost without meaning to, Subspace tangled his fingers in Medkit's hair, his grip tightening and loosening as him fought against the overwhelming surge of pleasure.
Medkit groaned again in satisfaction as he felt Subspace's grip on his hair, knowing his resistance was fading. He increased the speed and force of his licks and sucks, determined to bring Subspace to the brink of climax. He wanted to feel Subspace writhe and scream beneath him, wanted to hear his pleas for release and surrender. Medkit's tongue focused on Subspace's clitoris, licking and sucking the sensitive fleshy button as if he wanted to devour it. Subspace couldn't hold back any longer; his entire body shuddered as orgasm hit him hard. He cried out Medkit's name, his voice echoing in the room as his cunt contracted and throbbed around Medkit's tongue.
Medkit withdrew, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched with satisfaction as Subspace writhed in the grip of ecstasy. He knew he had won, that he had made his lover surrender to the lust they shared. And with a predatory smile, he positioned himself over Subspace, ready to claim his prize...
His hard, throbbing member brushed against Subspace's wet, sensitive entrance, asking permission to enter. Subspace tried to resist, his body still tense and reluctant despite his recent orgasm. But Medkit gave him no chance; he simply thrust forward, burying his thick, hard member deep inside Subspace in one swift motion, filling him completely.
Subspace cried out, his back arching sharply as his body struggled to adjust to the intruder inside him. He was trying to escape. He shuddered violently beneath Medkit as his member buried itself inside him, his body fighting to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Medkit gave him no chance to recover, simply beginning to thrust wildly into Subspace, his cock hitting that spongy spot inside him again and again.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Medkit groaned, his hips slamming against Subspace's buttocks with each thrust. "You squeeze me so tight, like you don't want to let me go.."
Subspace could only moan and sob with each thrust, his body shaking from the force of Medkit's pounding. Him could feel every inch of Medkit's cock rubbing and stretching his inner walls, his body being claimed and possessed completely.
Medkit leaned down and captured Subspace's lips in a fierce, demanding kiss, swallowing his cries and moans. His tongue tangled with Subspace's, claiming his mouth at the same time his cock claimed his cunt.
Subspace surrendered to the assault, his body finally yielding to the overwhelming pleasure. He no longer responded to himself, simply remaining still. His hips rose to meet Medkit's every thrust, his body craving more of that friction while his brain just shut down.
He could feel his second orgasm rapidly approaching, his body being hit by waves of unwanted pleasure. "Medkit..." Subspace whispered, his body convulsing beneath Medkit's as he seemed about to come. "I'm coming... I'm coming..."
Medkit groaned as he simply collided with Subspace's lips, his own orgasm hitting him hard. His cock jerked and shuddered inside Subspace as he came too, flooding his insides with jets of hot, thick cum.
Finally, with one last grunt, Medkit collapsed on top of Subspace, both of them gasping and trying to catch their breath. Subspace lay beneath him, his body weak and trembling, completely traumatized but satiated. Medkit knew Subspace would be sore tomorrow, but for now he could just enjoy the sensation of being inside him.
Medkit carefully exited Subspace's body, a satisfied smile on his face. He took a moment to contemplate Subspace, watching him lie panting on the bed, his skin flushed and covered in a mixture of tears and drool. Medkit couldn't help but think he looked adorable like that, so vulnerable and exposed.
With a sigh, Medkit got out of bed and went to find clean towels. He began meticulously cleaning Subspace's body, removing the traces of fluids and sweat that covered him. He wanted to make sure his boy was comfortable and clean before going to sleep.
Once he finished cleaning Subspace, Medkit helped him into his pajamas. Carefully, he dressed him in the top and bottom, making sure he was warm enough. Then, he guided him back to the bed and helped him lie down on the soft, clean sheets. After making sure Subspace was comfortable, Medkit lay down beside him on the bed. He could feel Subspace's body curl up against his, seeking his warmth and protection. Medkit wrapped his arms around him, pulling him even closer to his chest.
As they lay together in bed, Medkit couldn't help but be struck by a sudden thought. "Damn... the condom," he realized abruptly. In the heat of the moment, they had completely forgotten to protect themselves.
Medkit felt a little worried about the possibility of unintended consequences. But then, a sly smile crept across his lips. Perhaps, he told himself, perhaps this was for the best. He didn't dislike the idea that there might be a lasting result from this. Perhaps, just perhaps, this was the fate he had been seeking.