#gorillaizer

Around them, the dome cracks and shatters, fading into nothing and the Behemoth leaps over the edge and vanishes into the darkness of a nearby cave system. Satt stumbles to his feet and cocks his medigun, hurrying over to the Support and pulling the trigger. The green light surrounds him, bathing him in a healing glow, and Satt watches as the Support lifebar in his viewfinder slowly increases. “He should be all right,” he informs the Trapper as she storms over to them. “Just let him get his balance. He most likely has a concussion.”

She snarls at him and sharply gestures towards the Assault. “Heal him, too, Medic.”

“I’m working on that, dammit.” Satt pushes past her and heads over, dousing the Assault’s burning armor with a glow of power, and then surrounds him in the familiar healing glow. “He just has burns, but he should be fine. He’ll be up shortly, probably with a minor concussion as well. Just don’t expect him to jump off of any cliffs anytime soon.”

The Trapper snorts. “He’ll do what I fucking say he’ll do, just get him up onto his feet.”

Satt sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, but doesn’t argue. If she wants to get him killed, then it’ll be on her head.

Or not, he thinks only seconds later, when the bushes rustle and a massive Wraith leaps out of the shadows. Its claws rip into the Support, who is barely on his feet after the concussion the Behemoth gave him, and tear through the armor like it doesn’t exist, spraying blood everywhere. The Assault stumbles and screams, gun coming up in his fury and anger, and the Wraith whips around. Satt finds himself in the worst possible position, and he vaults over the Assault and straight into the path of the attack, gasping when the Wraith’s three tentacle-like tails catch him in the chest. They connect with such a force that he flies backwards and slams into the wall, sliding slowly down it as his vision goes black.

After that, Cartoonz is a lot more pleasant around him. Almost quiet, really, and it’s incredibly fucking creepy. Satt glances over at him and twitches, feeling more than seeing the burning gaze. Even with only one eye, it sure is intense, and he’s just about finished with the entire situation.

Gorilla is, naturally, as wonderful a distraction as always, and Satt finds himself slinking into the lap of his half-form. The Behemoth is asleep, spread over a pile of furs that the Medic had insisted on getting—if only to save himself from sleeping on the cold floor—and Satt drapes himself across his long-limbed form, reaching up a hand to poke at a many-eyed forehead. “C’mon, wake up, dammit.”

Six eyes open and blink slowly at him, awareness reappearing within gold depths as they focus upon the Medic, and a single brow is slowly raised. “Yes?”

Satt spreads himself out across him, stretching until he hears his back pop. “Fuck me.”

Gorilla’s head jerks up and he suddenly looks bewildered. “Excuse me?”

With a heavy sigh, Satt rolls his eyes, grabs a large hand, and places it directly on his ass. “You heard exactly what I said: Fuck me.”

The Behemoth snorts. “How could I refuse such an eloquent offer?”

“If you don’t hop to it, I’ll go to Dracula.”

“Not Cartoonz?”

Satt glances around quickly and drops his voice until the Behemoth can barely hear it. “He’s creeping me out, so that’s currently a hell to the no.” His gave flickers towards the door and he watches quietly as Cartoonz strides through it, probably heading out to get his claws on something to eat, and the brunet grins. “C’mon. We’re all alone right now.”

(Only the Gods know where Dracula is right now, but he isn’t here and that’s all that matters. The less disturbances, the better.)

Gorilla shakes his head and huffs an amused breath. “Well, then,” he says, and his smile is just on this side of feral, “since you asked so politely...” He yanks Satt further up onto his lap and trails a finger down a slender chest, golden eyes narrowing at the underarmor. “Get rid of this.”

“Yes, sir!” Satt chirps, hand already coming up to tap at the collar. The entire thing dissolves into little hexagons across his skin, leaving behind five slender rings; one on each arm, leg, and throat. Gorilla looks vaguely impressed, but only for a second, and then he’s taking advantage of Satt’s distractedness, sinking sharp teeth into the Medic’s shoulder. Satt arches underneath him, greedy hands reaching behind himself to grab at the thick cock, and he presses the head of it against his hole.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Gorilla asks almost rhetorically, swatting pale hands away. “Don’t I have to stretch you first?”

The smirk Satt gives him is full of mischief. “As you said, I’m impatient. Been there, done that—now shove it in, Casanova, before I sit on your face and make you eat me out.”

“That’s not really much of a threat, you know.”

Satt’s smile sharpens. “I can, you know, go to Dracula instead.”

Gorilla shrugs, says, “Point made and taken,” and snaps his hips upwards, shoving the head of his cock into Satt with a slick popping sound. The brunet is loose and slick, having stretched himself open earlier, and he slides down slowly, sighing softly.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” Satt breathes, hands clutching at Gorilla’s shoulders as the Behemoth presses  inside of him to the base. He bounces once, keening at the thick width, and then sets a slow rhythm, aided by the large hands holding his hips firmly in place. “Gods.”

“You have a favorite of us, yet?” Gorilla’s lips twitch into a mischievous smirk and he snorts at the vaguely affronted look on the Medic’s face.

“Not really, no.” Satt groans softly at a particularly sharp thrust and drops his head. “Your cock is thick as fuck, Dracula’s hits places I didn’t know existed, and Cartoonz has a motherfucking knot. I’m quite happy with all of them, thanks, and I’ll bend over for you three any day of the goddamn week.”

“That’s nice to hear.”

Satt snorts and lets go of Gorilla’s shoulders, dropping his weight backward and forcing the Behemoth to move forward until his back is flat against the ground the Gorilla is hovering over him, still buried balls-deep. He throws both legs over broad shoulders, taking care not to catch sensitive skin on the sharp rocks there, and sighs happily. “That’s much better.”

“Oh?”

“Grip the front of my thighs and thrust.”

Gorilla does so without hesitation and is immediately rewarded with a high-pitched noise, Satt’s cheeks pinking as he mewls breathlessly. “Well,” the Behemoth muses, suddenly very interested, “that’s new.” He thrusts again, earning the same noise, and then sets an unfairly consistent pace, just fast enough to keep Satt on the edge of pleasure, but too slow to make him peak.

“You motherfucker,” Satt manages, gasping the words out in between keens. “Fucking evil son of a bitch!”

“I can just stop, you know, and leave you unfinished.” Gorilla grins as he speaks, more or less parroting the words Satt had told him earlier, and the medic snarls helplessly.

“Fu-uck!” He arches as best he can, pinned between the furs and Gorilla’s chest, and reaches back to clutch desperately at them. “Conniving. Son. Of. A. Bitch!”

Gorilla presses his face into the brunet’s neck and chuckles lowly and the sound vibrates beneath Satt’s skin, making him whine softly, and, rather desperate for revenge, the medic clenches tightly. This time it’s Gorilla’s turn to breath in sharply, and golden eyes narrow slowly. “You little…”

The smile Satt gives him is just a little too innocent and Gorilla picks up his pace, thrusting in hard enough to make the medic slide across the furs, only stopping when his orgasm crashes over him. Satt cums first, wrapping an arm around a broad shoulder and screaming high enough that his voice gives out, white splattering across their stomachs. Gorilla spills within him, thrusting a few times to fuck it in deeper before slowly pulling out.

There’s a snort from nearby and Satt groans softly, watching as Gorilla turns to face whoever is at the entrance of the cave. “Well,” someone says, and it’s horrifically familiar, “when you said you wanted an adventure, this wasn’t what I was expecting.”

Satt rolls over enough to look and, sure enough, there Delirious stands, leaning heavily against the wall. He’s in his full Kraken form, grinning wide enough that all his teeth are showing, and it’s just as creepy as ever. “Hey, Delirious,” the medic says, slowly raising a hand to wave at him.

Gorilla glances between then quickly, confusion replacing surprise, and asks, “How the fuck do you two know each other?”

“Del saved my life when I was a kid. Got shoved into a fucking pond by a bunch of bullies when I was—what, eight?—and he kept my sorry ass from drowning. Came back about a week later and demanded he come to the surface so I could see who saved me, then heard him laugh and decided that since it sounded so delirious, I should call him Delirious.” Satt shrugs and lets his head fall back onto the furs and flings an arm over his face.

“So you’re the one who named him?”

Delirious starts cackling and Satt throws the middle finger in his vague direction. “That’s what I said, bitch.” Gorilla’s usually the politest one to him, but the brunet’s freshly fucked and completely out of fucks to give.

For a while there’s only silence. “Cartoonz would have an absolute shit-fit if he knew,” Gorilla says at last, and Satt pauses, then sits up enough to share an absolutely evil grin with Delirious. “Oh, hell no. I know that look and I want absolutely nothing to do with whatever shenanigans you two have planned.” Gorilla takes a step back and turns towards the door, hesitating when he notes that the Kraken is blocking the way out.

The smile on Delirious’ face widens.

“I said, NO.”

The Kraken takes a slow step closer and his skin begins to peel away, leaving behind his half-form. He’s just as unfairly good looking as the others and Satt sighs, dropping his head into his hands. Looks like he’s gone and become attracted to all four of them, then.

As it turns out, Gorilla does have a half-form. All of them do, actually, and Dracula apparently broke a lot of unspoken rules by revealing it to him. Satt couldn’t give less of a fuck though, not when he’s got another unfairly gorgeous man with a massive dick standing in front of him.

Gorilla is taller than Dracula by a good half-foot in his half-form, and while the Wraith’s skin is as pale as the moon, the Behemoth is the rich shade of the earth after a storm. All six of his glowing gold eyes watch Satt, the pupiless gaze almost unnerving in its intensity, and the brunet shivers. What look like little rock scales litter his skin, layering themselves around his eyes and along his hair and jawline. Jagged rock spikes poke out through short, black hair, and there’s a layer of stone outlining the shell of his ears. His nails are short and cut close to the tip of his fingers, nothing like the claws Dracula—and most likely Cartoonz—sport, and the pads of his fingers are textured like a cat’s, oddly rough across Satt’s flesh.

His skin is marbled as well, and it’s oddly easy to see despite the rich shade. It looks like cracked clay almost, except it’s smooth to the touch when Satt curiously runs his hand down an arm. Gorilla’s eyes hood and he presses Satt back against the floor, moving forward so his form hovers over the slender Medic. Satt’s eyes flicker down and a faint flush cross his cheeks. While Gorilla’s cock isn’t nearly as long as Dracula’s, it’s noticeably thicker and Satt knows that having it buried inside of himself would be fucking phenomenal. He purrs in his chest and runs a hand down the faint seam where Dracula tore his underarmor open earlier and watches as it dissolves away, leaving bare skin behind. Released from its confinement, his cock bobs upwards—painfully small compared to Gorilla—and the Behemoth chuckles, wrapping a massive hand around it.

Satt groans faintly, pressing his head back against the ground, and tilts his gaze towards the back wall as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth. Gorilla leans in and tugs the high collar of the underarmor down enough to sink his teeth into the smooth column of Satt’s neck, ripping a moan from his throat. “Such a pretty thing,” Gorilla murmurs, hungrily sucking purple bruises into what little of the brunet’s neck he can reach. He grinds their hips together, pressing down hard enough that Satt keens, high and breathy.

Gorilla leans back and hauls Satt up onto his lap, running rough hands down the bare parts of his inner thighs, and brushes a finger against his hole. Satt presses his face against his neck and breathes in sharply, keening faintly in the back of his throat. “Lube,” he manages, breath heavy and quick, and gestures faintly in the direction of his armor before stumbling to his feet and making his way over. The bottle of burn lotion he used for Dracula is still there, amazingly enough, and Satt snatches it up and hurries back over, shoving it into Gorilla’s hands as he drops back down onto his lap.

He faintly hears the bottle click open and then slick fingers are rubbing up against him, sliding deep inside of him. Satt’s head drops forward and he presses his face against Gorilla’s neck, nuzzling against the skin as he breathes in and out slowly. His heart is thumping rapidly in his chest, a quick tattoo of one-two one-two,  and he can feel the way Gorilla’s fingers smoothly stretch him open. The Behemoth is obviously much more aware of what a human body can take, more so than Dracula, as he takes great care in scissoring him wide. A third finger is slipped in and Satt whines softly, tightening the grip he has on Gorilla’s shoulders.

“Please,” he manages, practically whimpering the words.

Dark lips peel back to reveal sharp teeth and the Behemoth chuckles, low and deep, fingers shifting just right. “Please, what?”

Satt keens, arching up against him and then thrusting back against the fingers buried inside of him. “Fucking fuck me! Please!” Gorilla chuckles again and removes his fingers, smirking wider when Satt whines at the loss.

“My, how eager we are,” he murmurs, reaching down to press the head of his cock against Satt’s gaping hole. There’s a slick popping noise as he pushes it in, and then he’s sliding in to the base, grinding their hips together. Satt whines softly and tucks his legs in, folding them under his knees so he can get a better angle. Gorilla raises a single brow, and asks, “And what do you think you’re doing, pretty?”

The smile Satt gives him is full of teeth and the brunet bunches his legs, then starts bouncing on the thick cock inside of him, tightening his grip in an attempt to keep himself steady. Gorilla’s hands shift and he catches Satt’s hips in a firm grip, fingers almost bruising pale flesh. “Ah!” Satt jerks at a particularly sharp thrust, arching and keening when the Behemoth snaps their hips together. “F–fuck!” He writhes in Gorilla’s strong grip, pressing back against the hard cock in time with every thrust upwards.

“Hungry little slut, aren’t you,” Gorilla murmurs just as someone else purrs, “Well, what do we have here?”

Satt’s head snaps up. There, leaning against the cave wall entrance is Dracula, teeth bared in a jagged smirk and looking incredibly amused. Beside him stands Cartoonz, several carcasses thrown over a shoulder, and the Goliath is frowning. “And here I was thinking you were more intelligent than this fang-whore,” he mutters. Dracula immediately looks insulted and snarls furiously at him, lashing out with sharp claws that Cartoonz ducks effortlessly.

“I am not a fang-whore, you asshole!”

Cartoonz levels him with a long look, disbelief written across his features. “Uh-huh,” he says. “Sure.”

Dracula gives a heavy sigh and shrugs, watching Satt as he bounces on Gorilla’s cock. “All right, so maybe I am a fang-whore. So fucking what.” He turns to Cartoonz and removes the prey from his shoulder, then drops it in a small side area before turning back to watch Gorilla as he pounds into the mortal’s ass. “So, how did this come about?” he asks, gesturing to where Satt is stretched wide.

Gorilla snaps his hips upwards and smirks when Satt keens, arching against him. “This might be why,” he says and Dracula cackles.

“He does make pretty noises, doesn’t he?”

Even with the underarmor in his way, Gorilla doesn’t hesitate in sinking his teeth into Satt’s shoulder, and he peaks with a scream, arching up beneath his grip, and every muscle tightens. He can hear the Behemoth’s low growl, can feel the rush of slick cum filling him to the brim, and his breath is stolen right out of his lungs. Satt collapses against Gorilla and lets his eyes hood, just focusing on breathing right again. “Yes,” Gorilla says, and, even if he can’t see it, he can hear the smirk in the Behemoth’s voice, “yes, he does.”

There’s a low snort and Satt glances up just in time to see Cartoonz rip into one of the carcasses, searing the flesh with fire until it’s cooked. The smell makes Satt’s stomach rumble, but he really doesn’t want to get off of Gorilla’s cock, not when he’s comfortable with a belly full of cum. Besides, getting up will mean making a massive mess.

Dracula snorts and rips off some of the meat, floating over to drop beside them. He tears a small chunk off and presses it against Satt’s lips, slipping it in and watching as he chews lazily. It’s a bit odd to be hand-fed by a Wraith, but the brunet’s too hungry to really care. Gorilla, on the other hand, gives Dracula a long look and says, “What about me?”

“He looks so comfortable stuffed full with your cock and cum that I can’t bear to make him get up. You, on the other hand, are more than capable of walking over there, bouncing him on your lap the entire way. Besides,” he says, waving a claw in the vague direction of Cartoonz, “he’ll kill us if there’s a mess.”

“Damn straight I will,” Cartoonz mutters, throwing a dark glare in their direction.

Gorilla eyes him and then snorts. “If you want to fuck him, just go ahead and do it. He’s quite happy to spread his legs for us.”

Satt pulls back from where his face is pressed against Gorilla’s shoulder and takes another chunk of the meat Dracula is feeding him. “I’d bitch, but it’s true. I like being fucked senseless,” he admits between bites, swallowing what’s in his mouth before speaking. “Being so full is incredibly comfortable.”