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The first thing Gordon felt was the ground. Sharp, harsh and rocky.
Then he felt the pain, shooting up his arm in violent spurts of agony. He writhed, groaning from the sensation as Gordon finally opened his eyes. He thought it was a dream, that the attack from the two soldiers was a nightmare conjured up by his stress-riddled brain, that he would wake up with the Science Team like nothing had happened and they would FINALLY LEAVE BLACK MESA. Gordon knew that was a stupid thing to think, who did he think he was? Having the freedom to leave this personal hell of his was something pretty much impossible in his eyes.
Speaking of hell, Gordon cried out in torment. Blood running down the side of his HEV suit and dripping on to the ground. He quickly sat up, gripping the wound to at least stop some form of bleeding, Gordon hissed, body tensing up from the pressure on his exposed flesh.
“Shit! Oh... God...” His eyes widened, how long was he out for? He could be moments away from bleeding out and he couldn’t see anyone or anything to stop it. A thousand thoughts rushed through his head, he thought of the sick betrayal from the only... AI he could trust, he thought of the fact he’d never see Joshua again, and he thought of giving up. To fall back to sleep and to fade away. Probably better than whatever he would have to trek through alone and helpless. Then a face flashed in his mind, Benrey. His shit-eating grin fueled Gordon with a sense of hate he’d never felt before, just KNOWING Benrey would feel happy at his expense made him want to continue, to live out of spite.
And that spite fueled him. He struggled up, holding on the wall for support, before heading towards the exit. As he gripped his hand he glanced around and noticed his surroundings. The fact he was thrown into the wrong section of a trash compacter by the soldiers would have amused him, if it wasn't for the fact he was about to bleed out and please Benre-
Yeah, he wasn't in the mood to laugh.
After dealing with a headcrab, (and by ‘dealing’ he meant running away from) finding a rudimentary form of a tourniquet, and rather successfully scaling a ladder, he felt a sense of dread wash over him. He was right, he had no way to defend himself and he had no idea where the vent he was crawling through headed. He was all alone. None of his team –if he could even call them that after their ambush- were around and Gordon was a walking target.
He heard shuffling from the room ahead, great. Maybe whoever was in there would be merciful enough to leave him be, or they could join him in escaping. Yeah... yeah! He could make a new team! Who needs a team full of annoying, needy, strange-
Gordon looked down from the vent exit.
“What. The. FUCK?”
Benrey, glanced up. Childishly kicking his feet in the vat of radioactive sludge beneath where he sat.
“Oh, yooooo. How’s my favorite... Uh...” Benrey was about to continue, but Gordon had already shuffled away from the vent exit and was currently curled up in a ball on the floor.
“This CANNOT be happening. Why? Why out of anyone in this GODFORSAKEN FUCKING FACILITY?” Gordon pulled at his hair. Receding further into his ball.
“What's up, bro? Why you- you scuttling back up here? Gordon Crabman?” Somehow, Benrey appeared out of the end of the vent. Staring blankly at Gordon.
Gordon groaned in response with a mix of frustration, pain and the overwhelming urge to jump from the ladder he had climbed.
“Why are you here?? Are you-” Freeman tugged at his headset, trying anything to escape the situation. Unfortunately, the thing wouldn’t budge, so he continued, “Why the FUCK, are you here?”
“I’m making sure you don’t steal anything.”
Gordon unfurled himself, his eyes narrowing at officer before wildly gesturing to the area around them. “What is there to steal? There's nothing to pick up here! And even if I WANTED TO. I have ONE FUCKING HAND, so I wouldn’t be very GOOD at GRABBING ANYTHING!”
“Ooo... ouch bud, how’d you lose that? Seems a little, irresponsible.”
Gordon was silent, his blood boiled and his head was killing him. He had a terrible day. An AWFUL day by many people's standards. The fact he hadn’t throttled Benrey already was unbelievable, and he had just about had it.
Gordon lunged at Benrey, his hand raised in front of him to grab at Benrey’s neck. For once Benrey’s face reacted aptly, his eyes widening in surprise as Gordon collided with him. Benrey’s back hit the floor, and his head smacked the metal, the sound reverberating through the facility.
“Owchhhh, why you so mean to me?”
Gordon didn’t reply, landing sharply on Benrey’s hips, his hand gripped the other’s neck, and his face screwed up in concentration. He needed this, and feeling the muscles in the guard’s neck contract under his hand made him feel better than he had in days, maybe even weeks with his shitty track record. He squeezed tighter, trying get Benrey to react further. A choke, a struggle, anything to feel some control. The ‘man’ beneath him did none of those things, a smile curling on his face before he began to laugh. Loud, heavy and feral. Gordon’s grip faltered, his brow unfurrowing in confusion.
Looking Gordon in the eye, Benrey rolled his hips up. The movement slow and languid. Freeman’s breath hitched, he was completely taken aback from it, and the confusion fueled him more. Why did Benrey have to be so fucking weird? Did he enjoy this? The thought made something in Gordon’s head tick, and he pushed it away by renewing his strangling. Benrey tried it again, his teeth slightly shining as he grinned smugly.
“You didn’t uh- have to push me over to do this.” The guard said, punctuating his words with another roll of his hips against the metal HEV suit.
Gordon tried to push the curling in his stomach down and replied hurriedly, “What the hell are you doing?”
Benrey knew if Freeman had a problem, he would have moved by now, so he continued his actions, falling into a slow rhythm. Gordon's head was swimming with thoughts, all slowly drowned out by Benrey’s ministrations, though one wouldn’t leave his head. He was mad, and the fact Benrey took this moment of power away from him infuriated him. In retaliation Gordon grinded back down him and tightened his hand around Benrey’s neck.
Gordon leaned down and got into the guard’s face, “Is this still fun for you, asshole?” to which Benrey replied laughed again. His hands gripped Gordon's upper arms, fiddling with latches on the HEV sections. Gordon glanced down at the man beneath him, still grinding into him, though with reduced vigor to focus on his hands, which quickly made Benrey nervous.
“It looks like you wanna get the uh- party started so I’m just. Hurrying things up.” Gordon face heated up after Benrey spoke. Shit. He knew Benrey was probably joking, but the idea of... No, no. GOD no. He was talking about Benrey here! The annoying, infuriating, so called ‘gamer’ that had been taunting him for days on end... but Benrey had made a few passes at in him in the past. Maybe he was just making fun of Gordon, like usual. Maybe he was serious? Maybe he-
Freeman snapped out of his disordered thoughts when he noticed Benrey was looking up at him. Kind of expectedly. It was a facial expression Gordon hadn’t ever seen from the guard, and it kind of freaked him out.
“Can I?”
On complete autopilot, Gordon nodded his head, his eyes trailing where Benrey’s hands opened the arm latches and slowly made their way through the rest of the armour. Stopping at his crotch. The sight of Benrey’s fingers so close to his pussy created a wave of dread that washed over him. What if Benrey made fun of him? Ran off and told the other members of the Science Team? They all worked together on ambushing him, so they’d probably follow Benrey in laughing at him. He gulped, his saliva suddenly feeling thick in his throat. He cleared his throat, turning his head away to face the embarrassment of looking at Benrey.
“If uhm- we’re going do...” Gordon paused, unable to find the right word, “This. I gotta tell you something.” Benrey pulled his hand away slowly, raising his eyebrow an inch at Gordon. “Jesus...” he swallowed again, trying to keep the bubbling in his throat down. “I’m trans.” Freeman spat out. He couldn’t bear to look Benrey in the face, an awkward cough highlighting the tension in the room. After what felt like decades, the guard beneath him spoke up.
“Cool.”
Gordon looked down at him incredulously; to think he had made such a big deal out of it, Benrey’s response had weirdly soothed him. Benrey wiped some sweet voice that was leaking out his mouth away, green to pink, and continued,” Can we still do the nasty?”.
The man above him wheezed, digging his palms into his eyes. Leave it to Benrey to make him laugh while Gordon was perched on his boner. Speaking of which, holy shit. He did NOT realize that was there. He shifted and Benrey quickly mimicked Gordon in glancing away, sharply exhaling. He remembered why they were on the floor in the first place and ground down again, enjoying the power he had over his counterpart once again.
“Okay. Shit- I know grinding up on fuck- me is fun but cannnn we. Move along?” Benrey managed through tiny noises of pleasure. Gordon ran his hand down the guard’s vest, absentmindedly flicking open one of the buckles holding it on. He hummed in response as he moved the open the opposite buckle, throwing the vest to the side. The weight off Benrey’s chest was like heaven, but he needed much more.
Using all his strength, he pushed Gordon onto his back and quickly began on the plates of the HEV suit. Gordon didn’t really have time to respond to the power shift -which he was going to comment on- but Benrey’ s fingers trying to open the zipper on his undersuit rendered his mind blank. He leaned back on his hands, watching Benrey try to get at him with wolfish intent. He was starting to wonder what Benrey was doing before he felt a finger graze his clit. Gordon's head lolled back, a breathless laugh leaving him. He knew he was soaked, and though he most definitely should have been (considering who had made him wet) he didn’t feel ashamed. It was pure pleasure. Racing up his body from the bottom of his spine. Each movement Benrey made had Gordon breathing heavier, each breath coming out ragged. It wasn’t until Benrey’s tongue joined in did he yelp, his legs almost slamming shut around the other’s head.
Benrey simply laughed quietly, the vibration adding the experience. The guard pressed a finger to Freeman's cunt, reveling in the way Gordon’s hands scrambled to grip his hair, before adding another.
“Oh God... Benrey!” Gordon squealed, his legs tensing up. He felt that familiar feeling build up in his gut, it had come so quickly, but Freeman was close, so close... so close!
Benrey pulled away, gently removing his fingers. To which Gordon protested hurriedly. Instead of replying, he looked up at Gordon, his face red, lips parted, brow heavy, and groaned (releasing pure pink sweet voice) before licking his fingers clean.
“Dude...” Gordon whined, he was so wound up, and just the sight of Benrey doing something so lewd had his pussy clenching.
“Damn, you’re really fucking uh- eager. How long has it been since you got laid man?” Quipped the guard. Gordon, horny as he’d ever probably been in his whole life, pulled Benrey sharply down by his collar and spoke lowly in his ear.
“If you don't fuck me right now, I’m going to rip your goddamn dick off.”
Well, you didn’t have to tell Benrey twice. For fear of his cock being taken -and the fact he felt like he was dying with them on- he fought his slacks off, bringing his boxers down with them before throwing both articles somewhere. Thankful for the freedom, Benrey stroked himself a few times, relishing the feeling before remembering his objective. He leaned over Gordon who immediately locked his legs around the guard’s hips. Benrey slowly pressed in, scanning Gordon's face for anything then the pure pleasure that covered Freeman’s face, before bottoming out. Benrey couldn’t help but groan lowly, biting his hand to muffle himself. Gordon had given up being quiet, (not that he had put up much of a fight anyway) moaning as he gripped at Benrey’s helmet. After a moment of adjustment Benrey began to move. Slowly testing the waters. The guard couldn’t pull his eyes from Gordon's face, enamored by the way it contorted. Each lip bite, each of tilt of the head, pulled Benrey a little closer. Closer, till he leaned in and kissed Gordon. Surprisingly chaste for the situation, Freeman was taken aback for a moment, which he made up for by chasing Benrey’s lips with his own. He held the other tightly, matching the rock of hips till they created a messy rhythm together. The slap of skin filling the air of the facility.
“C-Close!” Gordon warned, digging his nails into the metal of the helmet. Benrey grunted in recognition, not that far behind himself. Each thrust becoming less coordinated.
Freeman came first, his legs tensed, cunt spasming around Benrey, which dragged him along into heaven. They held each other close, hips stuttering as a warmth filled Gordon, and as fast as it had came, it left.
Benrey slipped out and flopped to next Gordon. They both stared at the ceiling, breath heavy, in complete silence.
“Sweet.” Benrey sighed out. Gordon couldn’t help but laugh as he rested his hand on his forehead, letting a few minutes pass to collect themselves.
Gordon then began to laugh harder, “Dude, your cock’s still out.”
“Cocks out for Gordon boys.”
Gordon curled up, wheezing before managing out.
“I can’t believe we just did that.”