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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Splatoon
  Relationship:
      Inkling/Inkling
  Character:
      Original_Charaters
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Oral_Sex, Semi-public?, stranger_danger
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-08 Words: 1617
****** Mid-battle Shenanigans ******
by Boneless_Milkshake
Summary
     Big stages are good for their often overlooked areas...
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Wen likes big stages, but doesn't like having to support a ignorant team in
them. After the holidays, there was a sudden influx of newbies joining the
ranks, and while Wen loved to help them by giving tips and showing off, they
did still have a lot to learn. However, he could've sworn that there's also
another squid around his level, yet all of his team went charging into the
middle of the new stage, recklessly blasting, rolling and splatting (and also
getting splatted). Wen sighs, taking his gold painted aerospray and inking all
the cosy, forgotten areas of the new map, Piranha Pit.
Fortunately for him, the opposing orange team seemed to be just like the rest
of his pink members, as after a narrow escape from an orange carbon roller, Wen
finds that the opposite side of the map is just as bare as his own side was not
long ago. He smirks. “If the other team won't ink their own turf, I guess
someone's gotta do it!”
He goes a bit trigger happy, spraying ink in every nook and cranny he found.
While the middle and some of the sides are an ever changing mess, at least
there's some semblance of pink at all.
Then, a faint line catches his attention.
He cries and drops into his ink just before he got shot by a sniper. Ah, if
only he had any other weapon; the aerospray isn't made for combat, and doesn't
even have a range to pretend that it is! He hops out of the way of another
shot, the orange inkling holding the splat charger looking awful intimidating,
even in that spotted shirt. Great, so someone on the opposing team may have
actually looked at the map and saw areas being rapidly covered. Wen would use a
'To me!' signal, though doesn't think there's much point, as he's currently
staring a splat in the face.
The orange ink is thick under his feet, making it hard for him to move –
there's no way he'll be able to dodge another shot! So he does what any scared
squid would to in the situation; party.
The rapid change from squid to kid makes him dizzy, and although this tactic
has never had him spared before, maybe it could work this time? Through his
transforming, he sees his enemy lower the charger in his hand, quirking a brow.
Alright, it actually looks like it's working! The orange charger approaches
him, holding out a hand. “Stop that.”
Wen immediately obeys, clothes decorated in splotches of orange ink. In any
other circumstance – preferably from afar – Wen would say that this inkling is
sorta cute. The orange of his tentacles match his bright green eyes and pale
skin, though thinks that with a different outfit he could look even cuter.
Maybe with a chequered shirt that matched his headphones, and converses instead
of loafers, or even-
Scrutinising of his opponents fashion ends abruptly when said opponent drops
his sniping weapon and pushes Wen back against the nearby wall, under the
escalating ramp. He whimpers when his open cap is flicked off his head,
squeaking when the orange boy leans his head and kisses him?!
Wen tries to pull away by craning his head to the side, but his enemy is
persistent, following his movements. He thinks that now is the best time to
send out a help signal, yet his wrists are quickly snatched up and pinned
either side of his head, as if Mister Orange here knew what he was thinking.
Sure, kisses are harmless, but this a Turf War, not a Turf Peace! Still, Wen
can't think of anyway out of this peaceful situation, so relaxes slightly. It's
his first kiss too, which Orange can probably tell – his ski jacket might as
well have 'Inexperienced' stitched on the breast. The only other person to kiss
him is his mother, but she only kisses his cheeks and nose and head and other
motherly kissing places, and even if she did kiss his mouth, she wouldn't be
rolling her tongue into his mouth-
Wen jolts, realising that Orange is rolling his tongue into his mouth! It prods
his own before it retreats as far back as possible, eliciting a small chuckle
from the obviously more experienced inkling. He instead just uses his tongue to
lap at Wen's full bottom lip, giving it a quick nip too. Wen squeaks again,
though just allows everything to happen. He allows their tongues to prod and
poke each other, allows his bottom lip to be sucked on, allows a long, pleasing
kiss to occur before his chin and jaw are sprinkled with quick pecks, and as
Orange begins to unzip his olive jacket...
Wait, why is he doing that?! Wen's hand grip Orange's wrists, which doesn't
stop him from unzipping the jacket completely, hands travelling up to Wen's
shoulders to pull down the straps of his black vest, mouth occupied with
lavishing attention to his neck and collarbones.
“W-wait...” Wen gasps, shivering at his skin being exposed to the air around
them. He inhales sharply when thumbs run over his brown nipples, his breath
hitching in his throat as they begin to harden. “Why... why are you doing
this?”
Orange is of little words apparently, mischievous green eyes meeting with
confused coal eyes. That look must've meant something, except Wen couldn't
decode it. Orange's mouth skips down his chest, lips capturing a perky nipple
while a tongue interrogated it with flicks and drawn out strokes. Wen gasps,
turning his head to the sky and hands relocating to Orange's shoulders, until
he frees the nipple and travels further down...
Shorts are yanked down without warning, the pink inkling staring in humiliation
as his cock sways in front of Orange's fanged mouth. A hand takes the organ,
the other resting on a thigh, and Orange's toothy gates open to let out his
slippery tongue, it lapping over the head in practised circles. Wen chokes on a
cry, holding back moans as the hand holding him is set into action, pumping
until the shaft grows to it's limit.
Wen isn't a particularly dirty minded or sexually curious squid, unlike many of
his peers. He's watched adult videos before and even touched himself a few
times – never to orgasm for fear of explaining messy bedsheets to parents – but
other than that, he's as good as gold (maybe the thrill of sniping inklings
during ranked battles says otherwise, but that's straying from the point). So
he does know exactly what frisky Orange is up too, however, the sensations are
all new to him. A wandering hand in the middle of the night can't compare to a
slimy tongue drawing lines from base to tip on his erection, plus a finger
rubbing his already leaking slit and a hand gently pulling and squeezing his
balls.
At this point, his hands are raking against the wall his back is against, hips
pushed forward and throat vibrating with moans that hurt to hold back any
longer. It's no wonder so many look forward to this later in life, not even Wen
can deny the sparks flaring in his loins and spreading throughout his whole
body, making his breathing laboured and knees weak. And still, it only gets
better when Orange takes the whole penis in his mouth.
A gurgled cry fills the air, Wen's head unable to keep still though he wants to
watch Orange and his bobbing head, watch as his orange tongue would peak from
between his lips at times or swipe over the tip. This technique has obviously
been practised and perfected, because a pleasant burning ignites within depths
of Wen's gut, and he feels like a firework, launched into the sky just before
he's about to-
There's a burst of white behind his closed eyes, hips thrust forward
involuntarily as he releases himself in Orange's mouth, the inkling sucking and
swallowing happily. He pulls back, separating himself from the cock with a pop,
gazing at the flaccid member with satisfaction. Wen pants, dazed as to
everything around him until a horn goes off, signalling the end of the turf
war. He yelps, quickly fixing his clothes and picking up his aerospray and cap,
clutching both to his heaving chest, flustered face staring at Orange – who is
calmly wiping ink from his own weapon. He smiles at Wen, before turning into a
squid and super jumping back to his spawn point, leaving the shooter very
confused and very embarrassed.
*
“Good work team!” cheers a pink inkling, the one who had a similar level to
Wen. Somehow, Wen's team had won, and he himself wasn't even at the bottom of
the leaderboard. It was probably due to the couple of inkstrikes he had used,
yet the newbie placed at the bottom is still very proud of herself.
Wen quietly left the lobby, deciding that after what had transpired, he had
participated in enough turf wars for that day. He's just fortunate that nobody
from either team had walked on the two – he'd surely have died from
embarrassment.
“Hey.” Wen turns around, before breaking out into a blush like a bad case of
squidpox. It's Orange, headphones around his neck instead of perched on his
head. “That was a good match we had. Hopefully we'll see us again?” Wen nods
vigorously, Orange chuckling as he began to walk past. However, he stops,
taking Wen's hand and leaning close to whisper, “Maybe then you can return the
favour.”
A peck on the cheek, a wink and a wave, Orange walks out of sight into Booyah
Base, leaving Wen standing frozen, yet burning so hot that he fears he might
melt.
 
End Notes
       This is my first time sharing smut on the interwebs, haha... It's
         rare that my writing is good nowadays, so I decided to share.
        Also, the 'To me!' signal would be 'C'mon!' for you Americans.
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