There Is No Going Back | By : CanAm77 Category: +A through F > Call of Duty: Black Ops Views: 1835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Call of Duty: Black Ops, nor any of its characters. I make no money from this story. |
Verrückt
Takeo tumbled to the ground, stomach reeling from the transporter. He gathered all his strength to stand with honor. “These transporters amaze even me.” Richtofen smiled to himself. “Where are our comrades?” Takeo asked. “They are on the other side of this door. We will need to turn the power on to join them.” *** Dempsey quickly realized he was in a different place all together, and alone with Nikolai. “You ok, man?” “I think so, da. I’m almost running out of vodka.” He took a long drink of his clear liquor. “Ahh…much better.” Nikolai stood up and offered a hand to Tank and pulled him up. He leaned in towards Tank “Now, are you going to pin me to the ground again?” Tank was 50 shades of red, he couldn’t believe this bastard was insinuating he fell on him on purpose. He opened his mouth to curse and protest. But, he was shoved into the wall and those strong hands that pulled him out of the wreckage gripped the back of his head and he felt his lips crushed by Nikolai’s. He was rough and tasted like vodka. Nikolai broke the kiss and looked into the shocked American’s eyes. His blue eyes were beautiful. He ran his fingers along the square jaw line. Tank was slightly confused. His heart was racing. Truth was that he had never even entertained the idea of being attracted to men. He looked into the hazel-green eyes of the man that had him pinned to the wall and wrapped his arms around the other’s waist. He wanted to be kissed again, he liked the roughness. Nikolai leaned in and bit Tank’s neck, then sucked on the tender flesh. Nikolai moved his hands down and squeezed Tank’s ass. Tank swallowed hard and was panting. He moaned when he felt Nikolai grind against his leg and felt his length press into his hip as he was dry humped against the wall. The sounds of boards being ripped off of the window snapped both men out of the trance they were in. Nikolai took a step back. Both men were out of breath and visibly aroused. Tank slipped past Nikolai, “I’ll take the front, you can watch the back.” Nikolai pressed his bottle of vodka to his mouth, trying to calm down. Tank shot and stabbed more times than he could count. It was a good distraction. Because all he knew was that he was not gay. But, something stirred in him that made him lust after his new comrade. He did his best to push those thoughts away. *** Takeo cursed, sloshing through the leaking wet room. “Help me clear the debris towards the upstairs!” Richtofen ordered. Takeo helped heave the heavy furniture. They ran upstairs and with about a dozen on their tail. Takeo threw a hand grenade, sending a few flying and a few more lost their lower half. Richtofen was busy clearing out a few trying to bust through the wall. Takeo pulled a Trench Gun off the wall and aimed with deadly precision at the hoard running up the stairs. “Fallow me!” Richtofen yelled and they ran through several doors ending up in the power room, which glowed like it had some sort of electrical issue. Takeo turned the power on while Richtofen kicked the mystery box, receiving a RPK. *** The whole building seemed to buzz and hum as the electricity came on. Tank walked up to the newly lit Juggernog machine, pressed the button. He drank it fast, he felt like he was invincible. Nikolai followed Tank’s lead and guzzled down the strange liquid. “Eeaahh, this is worst vodka I ever taste.” He washed it down with the rest of his vodka, now completely out. Tank laughed watching his friend’s face twist with disgust at the drink. “It is not funny.” “It’s a little funny.” Tank smirked. Nikolai tried to give Tank a look of disgust, but he couldn’t he just smiled and shook his head. Tank leaned into him and give him a feather light kiss on the forehead. “Let’s go and find our comrades.” They made their way up the stairs and into the power room where Takeo and Richtofen were. Each taking a turn at the box, Tank got a pistol while Nikolai pulled out a Galil. “I’m going to blow a hole in this box.” Tank growled. They bunkered down into the corner and hit the trap. Electricity flaring while the senseless dead ran into it. At least for the time being they only had two windows to defend. “Doc what are we waiting for? Isn’t there somewhere else we can go?” Tank yelled. “Pashense, Dempshey. We are waiting for the transporter to fully charge. This place is safest for the time being.” Richtofen said. The electrical trap deactivated and started to recharge. The ground was littered with the dead and spent cases. Dozens of dead poured through the now deactivated trap and the noise of constant gun fire was deafening. Shortly after there was nothing but a few crawlers trying to get them. “It is time to go now.” Richtofen lead them to the stone wall the dead had broken down. They all shifted through the hole and ran down a short corridor which took them to another transporting pad. Richtofen punched buttons like crazy, mumbling in his native tongue. And once again they were sucked into the dark vacuum.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo