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The splatter of blood, the sharp swing of a machete… Elliot’s running out of stamina, and Slasher’s not intent on stopping.

“Guhh… [COUGH]... urghh… help… someone, anyone…” Elliot gasps out, coughing up warm, scarlet suffering that stains the grass below. Slasher’s eye gleams with determination as he raises up his machete, intent on delivering the final blow.

And as soon as that slash is brought down, Guest 1337 charges in the way, raising up his arms in a firm block. His back flexes slightly as he takes the brunt of the slash, which he then counters with a firm uppercut. He snags Elliot and runs for the hills as Slasher staggers back, dizzily grabbing himself by the jawline as he attempts to recover from the sudden stunning punch.

Elliot can’t help but let out a sharp breath as the firm yet yielding wall of muscle that is Guest’s abs is pressed against his back, his waist being held in place by those strong, scarred arms… He’s terrified for his life, sure. He knows it’s just a soldier’s obligation, of course. He's sure he’d never feel the same, but… something about being held so close, so tight… it makes his mind wander for a bit.

It makes him wonder how those muscles would feel against his skin, without that pesky fabric in the way.

“...are you okay? You’re not bleeding out, right? Oh god…” A sudden gruff questioning from Guest just about snaps him out of his daydream.

“Oh, no, I’m… [ahem]... I’ll live… thanks for getting me out of there, but I should probably get back to-” Elliot starts, but gets cut off.

“No, no! You’re in NO state to go back out there. You need to stay hidden!” Guest 1337 interrupts, fear for the pizza boy’s safety clear in his tone.

That concern… God, it’s adorable.

“Well, I can’t just… hide… The team needs me, even if I’m… urgh… like this…” Elliot mumbles, wiping at some blood on his shirt.

Guest’s having none of it. “Well, if you insist on being on the field… then I’m gonna have to take you with me.” His grasp tightens around Elliot’s waist, his panic-riddled brain connecting a few dots without really thinking about them.

“...wait, how do you plan on-…” Elliot starts, but his words die on his tongue as Guest slowly opens up his warm, wet mouth…

His eyes widen, and his yellow face quickly goes red. His thighs clench habitually, his mind immediately wandering again. That jawline, the scar that runs along his cheek, the soft pink color of the inside of his mouth…

He doesn’t get much time to process it, though. That warm mouth quickly descends onto him, swallowing slowly, carefully… Elliot can’t help but shudder. This is like a fever dream come true.

The thick musculature of the soldier’s throat glides and presses against Elliot’s body, squeezing and slipping. Elliot huffs softly as Guest presses a hand against his throat, stabilizing the other man's back as he rears his head up.

Oh, god, oh, god… 

Elliot lets out a soft whine, slick fluids covering his inner thighs. Guest then swallows one last time, before letting out a long, poorly stifled sigh.

The feeling of those muscles sliding against his body… that soft, gentle pressure… the poorly managed rumbling as his body slides into that forgiving space…

“…urgh… jeez, why did I do that…?” Guest mutters, his hand gently running over his now distended stomach.

Elliot shudders softly as Guest’s stomach growls around his body, his hands fumbling for the hem of his pants. “…ohh, god, Guest…” He whines, his legs awkwardly spreading apart. His taint throbs desperately…

“Ugh-… I'm so sorry, let me get you out of there…” Guest stammers out, but this time, Elliot’s the one interrupting.

“…No, no… it's… it's fine!… I needed to be… hidden, anyways…” His hands unbutton his pants, revealing the wet mess between his thighs. “…besides, it's… pretty comfortable in here… is that weird?”

“Oh, uhm… I don’t… know? I don't exactly… do this on the regular.” Guest mutters, before giving a long stretch.

Elliot’s fingers slip into his hole, causing him to let out a soft breath. Fuck, that voice… He bites his lip to stifle any noises that threaten to come out. His bottom growth twitches eagerly against his palm as his fingers move in and out… 

Guest then starts to run, one of his hands resting firmly on his stomach. Elliot whines as that smooth musculature clenches against his back…

He's depraved, he knows it.

He knows Guest won't hurt him, but that doesn't mean he can't imagine it.

“…and you're sure you want to stay in there…?” Guest questions nervously. Elliot nods quickly. “Uhh… yeah, yeah, of course! Can't be… too safe…”

“…ohhhkay…” Guest sighs out, before tucking behind one of the beige structures and keeping his breath low.

Elliot’s legs start to kick slightly. He clamps his hand over his own mouth, muffling his needy whines as his other hand tweezes its fingers along the sides of his t-dick. The low pressure, frothing fluids, and soft growling of the soldier’s gut make his head spin like a damn top. 

The idea of his body nourishing that rough, muscular figure, the mere thought of being nothing but a part of it…

What he wouldn't give to be crushed into submission and melted away by this stomach right now.

Guest then notices something on the ground.

“Ah.” He picks up a medkit, wiping it off. “...I found some medical supplies. If you come out here, then I can give them to you, and-”

“Uh… no need! You can just… send ‘em down here, right…?” Elliot insists, trying to keep himself from groaning as he talks.

“I mean, I guess so…” With that, Guest folds down the handle of the medkit, opening up his mouth to push the box inside. He lets it slip down his throat with a shaky ‘gulp’ noise, and it lands on Elliot’s lap.

“Uhh… thanks…” Elliot sets the medkit to the side for now, focusing on calming his needs. The fact Guest’s throat was able to work that medkit down so quickly only turns him on more. 

He could vanish into this man.

He wants to vanish into this man.

The muscles of Guest’s stomach continue to cling and release defensively around Elliot. His hand works faster and faster as he starts to reach his quickly approaching peak. He lets out small, squeaky whimpers as his fingers go back to pumping in and out of him. 

And then, the tension snaps.

Elliot squirts all over his hand, letting out a shuddering whine before he can stop himself. Guest pauses for a moment. “…erm… what exactly are you doing in there…?”

Elliot freezes up. “Uh… patching myself up…?” He lies through his teeth as he quickly buttons his pants back up, his face getting warmer by the second. He’s just now opening the medkit, and it snaps open with a loud ‘pop!’ that’s obvious even from the outside.

The guest's eyes narrow at the noise. “…you can be honest with me, Elliot.”

“…promise not to get mad…?” Elliot knows Guest isn’t the sort… but he can’t be too safe.

“…that’s a promise.”

“…well, uh…” Elliot looks down at his still sprawled body, before confessing, “…I may have… uh… gotten off to being in here… a little bit…”

Guest lets out a soft breath. “…figured as much.”

Elliot’s face goes red all over again. “OOOOOH GOSH I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING I-”

“…I’m not mad.” Guest mumbles.

Elliot freezes up.

“I’m just… disappointed. And a little confused. Does that make sense…?”

Elliot looks off awkwardly. “…right, right. I’m uh… sorry.”

“…okay.”

There’s an awkward moment of silence, and damn, is that silence LOUD. Elliot would probably be able to hear a pin drop into the grass, even from inside those muffling walls…

“…I should uh… I should probably go.” Elliot mutters, his legs curling up into himself. He’s ready to disappear for an entirely different reason.

“…now hold on just a moment.” Guest objects.

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“ …you can’t just… you can’t just cum in a person and leave. That’s… not how that works. At least, not how I’d prefer it.” Guest continues, his eyes narrowed as firmly as he can manage.

Elliot stills for a moment. “…what are you getting at…?”

“…what I’m getting at is… maybe we could take a moment to settle this more… privately once this round is over.”

Elliot lets his legs part again, his face going red as he looks up at the walls holding him in disbelief.

“…don’t let it get to your head. I just… reacted to the noises you were making. You aren’t exactly subtle.”

“RIGHT, RIGHT…! Again, I’m… so sorry…” Elliot stammers out.

“…don’t… don’t mention it.”

With that, the timer ticks down to zero, and everyone ends up back in the lobby.

“…uh… thank you for this, Guest…” Elliot keeps his voice low out of respect for the soldier’s dignity, but inside, he’s SCREAMING like a fangirl. His thumb’s already back on the hem of his pants…

Guest attempts to pull his military uniform over his stomach, but to no avail. In fact, he only succeeds in attracting the attention of a few other survivors.

“Damn, Elliot, again?!” Shedletskey comments crassly through poorly stifled chuckles, patting Guest 1337 on the softly rumbling stomach. “Ahh, didn't think I'd see the day! You've got good taste, Leet…”

“...don't call me that.” Guest reprimands.

“Aww, c'mon, what's wrong with it? Ya got a gut feeling?” Shedletskey jokes, before laughing again.

007n7 lets out a long sigh. “…Shedletskey, lay off.”

“What's wrong with a little bit of a joke now ‘n again? Besides, I didn't take Guest as the type to do this…” Shedletskey trails off, still rubbing at Elliot’s body. Guest 1337 lets out a curt ‘hmph’ sound.

“H-Hey, cut it out! That tickles!” Elliot pushes against the movement, his hands leaving small indents on the surprisingly yielding muscles. At this, Shedletskey relents. “Alright, alright…”

007n7 decides to approach next, walking beside Shedletskey. “...is he gonna be alright in there?” He pokes at Guest’s belly experimentally.

“Seven, that means you, too,” Elliot grumbles in slight irritation.

“…right, sorry…”

“…ehh, he'll be fine…” Shedletskey shrugs, straightening his shirt. “If he wasn't, Guest probably would've let him out already…”

“...fair point.” 007n7 nods, scratching at his stubbly chin.

“…woah, Nelly…” Chance suddenly barges in between the two, pushing them to the side to get all close and personal. Their hands drift down to what could presumably be Elliot's hips. Guest seems both confused and flattered by the sudden attention. “Damn, Ell! You are one lucky man!”

“Chaaance, not while someone else is involved…” Elliot whines half-heartedly.

“…well, I'm already in a depraved enough situation as it is, might as well keep digging…” Guest huffs sarcastically. Shedletskey wanders off to give the trio some space, 007n7 following suit.

“…sooo, you guys wanna take this to the cabins?” Elliot proposes.

“ …oh HELL yeah…” Chance rubs Guest’s thigh as they speak. “God, I'm gonna fuck that cock so good…”

“Woah, woah… woah,” Guest suddenly interrupts, “I have a wife and daughter back home.”

The other two notably jolt, Chance lifting his hands away and Elliot shutting his legs.

“ …YOU HAVE A FAMILY BACK HOME?!” Chance exclaims, nervous sweat dripping down from their temple.

“…oh, gosh, I am REALLY sorry about the round, then…” Elliot stammers out, a hand going over his mouth.

Guest lets out a heavy sigh. “…no, no, I suppose it's fine, it's not like I'm not gonna see them again. I'm just… still trying to come to terms with it.”

“…hey…” Chance places their surprisingly comforting hand on Guest’s shoulder. “…ya don't gotta if you don't wanna.”

“…and if I do?” Guest suddenly reveals, his statement catching them both off-guard. “ …it's a hell of a way to get over grief, but… god, if I'm gonna have so many firsts tonight, this might as well be one of them.”

They all sit in silence for a second.

“That's… actually kind of a sweet way to think about it.” Elliot mumbles, relaxing again.

“That's the spirit! I'm sure she'd understand!” Chance pats Guest’s shoulder. “ …okay, all those in favor of fuckin’ Guest’s grief out of ‘im, say I!”

“I!” Elliot chimes.

“I…” Guest follows up.

Chance then takes Guest 1337 by the sleeve, leading him to the cabins.

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“…you ready, big boy…?” Chance flirts, already taking off his jacket.

Guest huffs in response, “…ready as I can be…” He unclips his bulletproof vest, letting it fall to the floor.

“Okay, let's do this!... before Guest loses the courage,” Elliot affirms, loosening his pants again, this time to take them off.

Chance's hands roam under Guest’s clothes, slowly pulling up his shirt. “…damn, you two look good like this…” They practically drool out, one hand rubbing reverently against the soldier's swollen gut while the other moves to unzip his pants.

“Chance, don’t be a perv, Guest needs time to get into it…” Elliot complains half-heartedly as Chance pulls Guest’s pants down.

“…it's not a big deal. Honest…” Guest mutters as his pants come down, revealing his half-hard member.

“Ohh, we got Mr. Commando over here… jackpot.” Chance eyes the shaft, tossing their tie to the side and unbuttoning their shirt to reveal their top surgery scars. “I'm gonna give you the ride of your fuckin’ life, big guy…~”

Guest lets out a small belch, Elliot’s clothing falling onto the floor with a wet slap. “Urgh…”

“What was that about not being a perv, Ell…?” Chance teases, patting at Elliot’s trapped form.

“…h-hey, in my defense, he said he was okay with it…” Elliot mutters.

Chance pats the bed expectantly, leading Guest onto it first as they take off the rest of their clothes. Soon after, they end up on top of him, their ass already wet. “…take a deep breath…~” They chime as they slowly lower themselves onto Guest’s member, their hands tenderly rubbing away at Guest’s gut.

Guest lets out a shaky breath. He's struggling to acclimate to the sudden latching around his need, going from a half chub to a full-blown erection in the matter of a few seconds. As the gambler's hands continue to roam, lewdly squishing Elliot’s trapped body, he bites his lip, forcing back a low groan.

“…daaamn, Ell, you should see his face right now, heh… been a while since I've seen him blissed out like this…~” Chance teases, rocking back and forth before slamming down. He can feel himself getting hard, too…

“Oh, to be a fly on the wall right now…” Elliot responds, starting to finger himself once more. He doesn’t even bother silencing himself this time, letting soft whines escape his lips.

The guest's legs start to kick slightly. He hasn't been pampered like this since his death… and it's starting to drive him crazy.

“God, you must be pent UP!” Chance comments, starting to bounce up and down. He lets his cock slap against the bulge of the soldier’s stomach, letting out a small moan on each hit.

Elliot speeds up his movements, too. “…gosh, Guest… I can feel you getting all warm around me…~” He mumbles dreamily between his eager whimpers.

The guest shudders, before gasping out a name.

“DAISYYY…!~”

The other two freeze.

“Wait, who's Daisy?” Elliot asks.

“She's uh… she's my wife.”

“…jeez, man…” Chance mutters.

“…look, I'm sorry. We can… we can stop here, if you guys want. I understand.” Guest sighs, looking off to the side with a guilty expression.

“Heyyy, there's no need to tear yourself up about it!” Chance encourages, “If ya miss her, ya miss her. That's okay!”

“Yeah, really. It's not your fault, Guest!” Elliot dotes, “Besides, you told us you were still hung up on her, this was kind of expected…”

“Thank you, you two… I'll try to keep it down.” Guest 1337 looks over to Chance.

“Wha…? No need, big guy! Just let it aaaaall out!” Chance exclaims, starting to rock back and forth again.

“Ghhh… okay…” Guest shudders out.

With that, the eager touching and humping resume, with the only difference being that Guest isn’t stifling his noise anymore. The name stumbles out of his mouth like a guilty pleasure. “...Dai-sy, Dai-sy, Dai-sy, Dai-syyyy…~♡”

In the meantime, Elliot and Chance have a bit of idle conversation.

“…Gosh, his voice is so nice…” Elliot praises, his fingers dipping deeper.

“You're telling me!” Chance responds, “Whoever ‘Daisy’ is, she's lucky!”

“Right…?” Elliot agrees, before going on a tangent. “Jeez, it's really heating up in here… wonder if I'll start melting down soon…~”

“GOD, you're so hot when you talk like that…” Chance gasps out, speeding up his bounces. "…I know this is basically hell, but damn, I feel like I'm in heaven…"

"Hmmmh..." Elliot huffs out, his free hand idly roaming the velvety walls. "I could say the same… he's so warm and slick in here, and I'm starting to think it's not just from me…~"

"Fuuuck, I'm jealous…" Chance huffs, giving a hard slam downwards.

“GH- MMMNGH… A-AAAH…!~” Guest suddenly yelps, cum splattering into Chance's ass.

“…fhhh… oh yeah, jackpot…” Chance mumbles, leaning forward onto Guest’s belly.

"…You got him to cum in you? Gee, now we're both jealous…" Elliot sighs, pulling his fingers out of himself.

"…I think I know the fix to that…" Chance gets up off of Guest’s cock, starting to straddle his belly. "…ay, big guy… ya got room for two in there…?~"

"…well, I… ehm… wouldn't be opposed…" Guest mutters.

"Hell yeah!" Chance lies down on his belly, his hands edging near Guest’s lips. "…open up nice and wide, okay…?~"

Guest complies, opening up his mouth. Chance eagerly tosses their headwear to the side, using their hands to spread Guest’s mouth open further. 

They then push their hands into the guest's mouth, whining softly. They shake their hands slightly, causing Guest to habitually swallow them down to their shoulders. “Damn…” Chance praises, “…looks like someone's greedy…~”

They teasingly shift their arms, before pushing themself deeper inside, letting out a low whine as their head slips into his mouth. “…god, his mouth is so soft…”

“Right???” Elliot agrees.

“…ghh… ohh, yeah… eat me the fuck up…” Chance pleads. Guest decides to comply, swallowing further, sighing softly as he manages to scarf their body down. “…ahh… that’s the ticket…” They sigh, ending up crammed next to Elliot.

“Woah, hey…!” Elliot stammers, “Getting kinda cramped in here…”

“…I mean, hey, we can still move…~” Chance goes right back to flirting, his tip nudging against Elliot’s slit.

“…good point…~” Elliot catches on, grabbing Chance by the waist and guiding himself onto their member.

“…What are you two doing in-” Guest starts, but gets cut off by a wet squelching sound. His cock twitches, hardening again… “…ah.”

Elliot whines eagerly. “Chaaance…~” He moans. “Mnh… Chance, please tell me you're close, too…”

“Fffuck, I am…” Chance gasps out, continuing his eager thrusts.

Guest can't help himself. He wraps a firm hand around his own member, slowly pumping it.

The pair continues to make love, the earlier banter devolving into needy moans. They quickly become a mess of tangled limbs and messy arousal, inadvertently kicking and rubbing against the stomach walls. Guest lets an overwhelmed whine, a rope of fluids shooting out of his cock.

Chance cums next, grunting and eagerly spilling his load into Elliot’s core. “…ghh… oh, yeah… jackpot… jackpot…!” Elliot can only groan in response as he hits his peak, too.

The two remain intertwined for a long moment, the only sounds they can hear being Guest’s growling stomach and the joint of their breathing. Guest then breaks the silence.

“Are you two… [ahem]… gonna come out any time soon?”

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“Ehh, we've tormented ya for long enough today…” Chance mutters, starting to carefully crawl his way back up Guest’s throat.

Guest lets out a small gag, opening up his mouth as Chance's arms start to slip into it. He forces a cough, helping Chance gain some better footing.

“…uff… Hey, thanks, big guy!” They then push up until their waist awkwardly hangs from Guest’s lips. Guest takes the gambler by the underarms, cautiously pulling him the rest of the way out.

“Ghhuh… Ell… you gonna get out of there now…?” Chance asks, pulling his legs out from Guest’s mouth with a soft pop. Guest clears his throat, gently placing Chance on the bed.

“…ghh… yeah…” Elliot shudders, his hands reaching out for the first hole he can find.

“Wait, wait, that's the wrong-” Elliot shoves his hand into the opening, causing Guest to let out a low moan. “…mmmnh…~”

“…Elliot, you dirty dog…” Chance teases as Elliot starts pushing his way deeper. His hands fumble against intestinal walls as he slowly manages his way through. “W-Wow…” Elliot gasps, “It's even warmer in here!”

Guest lets out an incoherent whine, his cock hardening up again. “MMMHHGH… OH MY- GHHHOD…!~” As Elliot manages to squirm his way out of Guest’s ass, Guest cums for the third damn time, his speech turning to nothing but shudders as Elliot’s back grinds against his prostate.

“Ahh, fresh air…” Elliot breathes, before noticing the overwhelmed form of Guest behind him. “Ohhh… whoops…”

Guest’s a mess right now. His member is still half hard, and his ass is now slightly gaped from Elliot’s awkward exit. “…a-ah… oh my god… oh my god…!”

Chance gently caresses Guest’s back. “…Aww… you need a rest, buddy?”

Guest weakly nods his head, his eyes half-lidded as he looks over at the two.

“Alright, get a nap in. We're gonna go take a shower.” Elliot gets off of the bed.

“Ya mean ‘we're gonna go take showers?’” Chance clarifies.

“You heard me…” Elliot grabs Chance by the arm.

“Jeepers…~” Chance swoons, following behind Elliot. “…hey, big guy! You should join us!”

“…yeah, I uh…” Guest looks down at his body, which is now coated in fluids. “…I think I will.”

"I guess you could say you can… be our guest?" Chance cheesily jokes, causing Elliot to let out a small chuckle.

Guest sighs warmly in response, "…I like the sound of that."