Wet Gunpowder

Part 1

Quick warning, this is pretty much pure smut

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The two new operators have arrived, Maxim and Alexsandr seemed pretty well acquainted with Lera while the air stilled the moment Olivier walked through the doors. The sense of hostility in the air was thick. Mike didn't even bother to make himself known, he just left the room. Doc sighed heavily while Emmanuelle seemed conflicted about what to feel. They quickly became the talk of the base, gossip spread and feelings were mixed. Shuhrat didn't really care too much about them. Lera was strict but nice, almost acting like a mother figure for the Spetz. Olivier on the other hand, was much more reserved, keeping to himself, only ever talking to Gilles. He avoided the SAS operators - more specifically Mike - like the plague.

Shuhrat had spotted Olivier eating dinner by himself one day when he walked into the mess hall late after cleaning up the workshop with Marius. He grabbed a random tray of food and walked over to the new Frenchman, sitting next to him. Olivier glanced over and smiled softly but said nothing.

The next time Shuhrat had interacted with Olivier was when a grenade had exploded near Lera. He made sure Gustave wasn't in the room before coming in with a somber expression. He eyed Shuhrat when he walked past and sat down on the chair next to Lera's bed. Things started escalating from there, and one day, after a particularly rough training exercise, Shuhrat found himself cornered by the Frenchman in the showers when they were the only two left. His back was pressed up against the cool tile and Olivier's toned torso was against his. An empty look filled those brown eyes before turning to amusement. "I see your stares," the Frenchman said in a low tone, sending shivers running up Shuhrat's spine. He smirked before leaving the showers, leaving Shuhrat still in the corner, mildly confused.

The two had some sort of silent mutual respect, they never spoke much outside missions, but they respected one another. Shuhrat would always feel as if someone or something listening in on him, watching him. It could just be nerves, common paranoia due to stress, or Olivier's gadget, flying high, focusing on him. He brushed off the feeling and followed Maxim out into the nearby woods.

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Shuhrat was just walking through the dorm halls when the door of the CBRN unit suddenly opened and he was pulled inside. The door slammed closed and he was pushed against the wooden door with his arm twisted behind his back. "Что блять?!" Shuhrat yelled.

A hand pushed his cheek against the door and Olivier pressed his chest against Shuhrat's back. Olivier kicked Shuhrat's legs apart. The Frenchman's knee was nestled between the Uzbek's thighs, and Shuhrat grunted when he felt a light pressure pressing up on his crotch.

Olivier's voice was low, raspy. "I would love nothing more than to destroy that ego of yours."

He never thought he wanted anything more.

They met up in the CBRN unit's room once more, but this time Shuhrat didn't get slammed against a door. Instead, Olivier sat Shuhrat down on his bed and sat down in space next to him. The Frenchmen placed something on the bed with an innocent smile. It was an obnoxiously bright pink vibrator. Olivier grinned. "You're going to have that in you for the day. If someone finds out, that's another day."

Shuhrat could hardly contain himself.

Olivier took his sweet time getting Shuhrat prepared, a full minute, to be precise. It took Shuhrat three minutes to get his bearings after it was in and the vibrations started at a low level. He was lying face down on the bed, scrambling for purchase as the vibrations increased, suppressing his groans by biting the pillows in front of him. "Going to have to get used to it soon," Olivier warned in a sing-songy tone. Whining, Shuhrat filled onto his back, gasping when his weight pushed the toy in deeper. He sat up and shuddered, turning to look at the beaming Frenchman sitting in front of him. "Good boy."