Full Metal Panic Fan Fiction ❯ Performance Evaluation ❯ The review ( Chapter 1 )

Alright, this fic was written as an apology gift for my best friend; I sorts, through no fault of my own, missed her favorite holiday. She gave me permission to share it with all of you, so here `tis!

Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Panic

Warnings: Lemon. Dear gods a PWP lemon, with light bondage and toy use

Pairings: now that would give it away (grin)

Feedback: always welcome, CC is most appreciated

Key: "yadda" speech, `yadda' thoughts

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Weber leaned against the closed door, eyes closed, thanking god that the Captain assigned them individual rooms while on base. `Not like on the Danaan. Gotta share with three other guys.' He shook his head, trying to clear the fatigue from his mind. `Damned Sousuke, just had to get that extra hand to hand session in.' Kurz shook his head again. "What I need is a nice, long, hot shower." He grinned. Too bad no one was around to share it with him.

He pulled his shirt out, unbuttoning it. An image flashed through his mind, Melissa's hands performing the same task as his.

Weber banged his head against the door. `Come on Kurz. Get yourself together.' The image vanished as fast as it appeared. "Guess I need that shower more than I thought," he whispered, not caring that he was the only one in the room.

He sighed as he undid the last button, his shirt gently falling open revealing a chest undecorated by scars, his tags glinting with each breath. For once he wasn't wearing his undershirt. Running a hand through his bangs he took a few deep breaths, trying to regain his balance. A quick shrug of his shoulders sent the shirt sliding down to pool by his feet.

Kneeling down, he undid the laces of his boots, his hair swinging forward to gently frame his face. Once done he stood up and walked to the adjoining bathroom, toeing the boots off as he went. A few quick hops got the socks off; they went flying to places unknown.

`I'm going to clean this up later.' He promptly dismissed the thought, focusing on getting his body to relax.

Slapping the lights on he stepped into the bathroom, chrome gleaming. He quickly headed to the shower stall, briefly lamenting the lack of bathtubs in the private rooms. But, with no one to share it with then the extra space would be wasted.

And the captain wasn't one for wasting space, even on land. He turned the water on, steam almost immediately billowing out, fogging the mirror. Weber smiled as the moist heat began to envelope him, his muscles beginning to relax under their gentle invasion.

He quickly unzipped his pants, roughly pulling the garment down, eager to get under the powerful spray. His boxers quickly followed, both articles of clothing landing in a limp heap by the door. Pulling the sliding door to one side he entered the stall, a gasp escaping his lips as the needle-like spray bit into his skin.

The gasp soon turned into a moan as the high pressure and intense heat worked their magic on his stiffened muscles. One hand blindly reached forward, searching for the shampoo bottle. Once found, a slow squeeze deposited the required amount in his cupped palm. The gel rapidly became a fragrant lather as Kurz massaged his scalp, cleansing his sweat and dust encrusted hair.

Shuffling forward to stand directly beneath the intense spray he rinsed out his hair. Then his soldier instincts yelled for attention.

He wasn't alone in the shower.

And whoever had joined him was cleaning his dick. With their tongue. A very energetic and talented tongue at that.

Kurz slowly cracked his eyes open, leaving them half open until he saw just who had snuck into his shower. A woman knelt to his left. A very naked woman. A woman whose ash-blond hair, usually gathered back in a braid, now clung in loose tendrils to her bare, wet skin.

"Ca … Ca …Captain?!?" Kurz jumped back, nearly falling as his feet slid out from under him. Only by grabbing the inside support bar was he able to remain upright. "What are you doing here?!"

The kneeling young woman slowly opened her eyes, mirroring Kurz's earlier action, a small smile dancing on her lips. "I'm here to give your performance review Sergeant Weber." She slowly leaned forward, placed her fingertips on the puddled floor and gracefully crawled the short distance. "A thorough review. I even asked for some assistance."

Kurz gaped as the normally shy girl crept towards him, her eyes alight. "Ah, Captain, not that I don't mind seeing you this way, it's just …"

"Just what Kurz?" came from the right. His head whipped around, eyes refocusing on the second woman. A woman just as naked as the first. A woman with long blue hair.

"Kaname? What?" he stammered, mind reeling as he drank up the sight of the two beauties.

Kaname smiled, her slender fingers dancing on his skin, one hand idly tracing his pectorals. "Tessa asked for my assistance and I never did thank you for your help." She slid closer, pressing up against his side, her breath tickling against his ear.

Kurz felt his own breathing speed up as his arm slid between her breasts, the back of his hand brushing the junction between her legs. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind and figure out just what had gotten into the two girls.

"No?" the two girls chorused.

"Now sergeant, you don't want to get court-martialed for failure to obey your commanding officer, do you?" Tessa's smile widened slightly, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his penis.

Kurz closed his eyes as a moan escaped. `There is no way this can be happening! I mean, it's a dream; the Captain and Kaname would never … oh god, they are…' Tessa continued to lap the underside of his steadily hardening member, Kaname's hands dancing counterpoint to Tessa's tongue.

He felt Kaname slide down to join Tessa on the floor of the stall. The ash-blond shifted to one side, making room for the other. Each woman now focused their attention on his dick, taking one side each, their tongues working in unison.

"Oh god," Kurz groaned, his knees starting to tremble as his world narrowed to the activities of the two women. His stomach muscles began to clench, his orgasm nearing rapidly.

"Not just yet," a husky voice whispered in his ear as a callused hand squeezed the base of his swollen member, delaying his release. An arm wrapped around his chest, providing Kurz with some much needed support.

"Thank you Sergeant Sagara."

"My pleasure madam Captain."

His eyes flew open, head craning to see behind him. "Sousuke?" his voice strained out, barely above a whisper. A tightened arm, pulling him back against a smooth, muscle defined chest was the only answer.

"Mmmm. Very responsive, wouldn't you agree Miss Chidori?" Tessa asked, slowing down her evaluation.

"Oh yes," Kaname purred, following Tessa's lead. Her head dipped forward, nose just brushing against Sousuke's hand, still grasping the base of Kurz's dick. "Very responsive." Her tongue slipped out as she pretended his balls were a hard candy, one to be savored.

Kurz arched his back, biting back a shout as Kaname sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Sousuke squeezed again, once more delaying Kurz's orgasm.

"It might be better if you used this, madam Captain." Sousuke shifted his arm, handing something to the towhead.

"Yes, this will do nicely." Tessa let out a chuckle.

Kurz moaned as Kaname drew back, his balls popping out of her mouth as she moved. His eyes went wide as a slender piece of metal was eased over and around his cock. "What the hell!" He stared down at the metal ring sitting snug at the base of his penis. "Oh no, please, no!"

Tessa frowned slightly, a little put out at Weber's objection. "Sergeant Sagara, I must ask you to secure Sergeant Weber's hands. It would be a pity if he were to interfere with his evaluation."

"Roger that ma'am."

Kurz struggled uselessly as first one hand then the other was secured to the overhead bars in the shower. `I always did wonder why they were there,' a section of his mind noted. He was now handcuffed in place and until the ring was removed his release, in more than one way, was denied.

Noting her soldiers incapacitated state, Tessa resumed her examination, tongue once more caressing the skin of Weber's cock. She worked her way up and down his now erect penis, alternating between licks and kisses.

Kaname turned around and slid between Kurz's legs, forcing them apart. She knelt, sinking down further to fit under him, her knees spread wide to allow Tessa to kneel between them. Kaname angled her head back, lapping the underside of Kurz's sack, causing the small globes to quiver with each touch.

No longer needed to keep his fellow soldier upright, Sousuke let his hands wander over Weber's chest, mapping it out. He gently pinched at Weber's nipples, causing them to pebble. Sousuke smiled as he listened to Kurz moan.

Kurz rolled his head back, spine once more arching, his hands gripping the bars they were chained to. Moans, whimpers and groans were the only forms of speech he was currently capable of. His entire body thrummed from the three-way assault.

Sousuke took advantage of the arched neck, licking and gently nipping at it. At the base of his neck Sousuke bit down hard, though not hard enough to break the skin. He gently blew on the area, shivers running down Kurz's spine at the two contrasting sensations. The area Sousuke bit immediately started to darken.

Tessa kissed the tip of Weber's weeping cock, drawing it into her mouth. She continued to tease it, slowly going further down it's length only to pull back before going forward once more. After doing that six times she finally took all of him into her mouth, suppressing her gag reflex as the tip of his cock rested in her throat.

Kurz let out a load groan as he felt himself engulfed. Then screamed his pleasure as Tessa sucked and drew back, her cheeks caved inward from the pressure. Only Sousuke's grip on his hips prevented him from thrusting back into that warm mouth.

Kaname licked and sucked Kurz's balls, unconsciously working parallel with Tessa's actions. One hand crept up, brushing against Kurz's leg as it rose. Her fingers ghosted over his inner thigh before teasing the small patch of skin between his balls and his small, puckered opening. Her other hand rose and took over from her tongue as Kaname shifted back slightly, Sousuke making room for her. Kaname smirked as she focused on her next target. "Well, you do keep yourself clean Kurz." Her tongue began to work once more, the tip running over the puckered opening, the muscles there shivering at the unexpected sensation. She smirked again, not halting either her hands or her tongue, enjoying the sounds coming from Kurz.

His eyes widened, the whites clearly showing, as he felt Kaname's tongue enter him. Never had he expected that to feel so good! Kaname repeatedly thrust her tongue in, the tip caressing the walls of his opening. He tried to move his hips, both to sink himself farther into the welcome mouth of Tessa and to impale himself farther onto Kaname's highly talented tongue. Sousuke's hands once more prevented his movement. Kurz rolled his head back. "Please," he whimpered.

"You know Sousuke," Kaname paused to speak, her hands not stopping, "I think he wants something … bigger … in there." She ignored Kurz's pleas to continue.

Tessa reached behind, finding the bottle of shampoo Weber had dropped. She wordlessly handed it to Kaname, not pausing as she sucked and licked Kurz's cock.

Kaname took the offered object, halting her fondling of Weber's sack. Tessa picked up that task, seamlessly taking over from the other woman. After squeezing a handful of the gel out, she sent the bottle sliding along the floor, getting it out of the way. Kaname dipped one finger in the slippery substance, coating it. Her hand drifted back up, lightly trailing along, working its way from Kurz's sack to that quivering entrance.

The muscles in Weber's arms stood out as he tried to hold himself up. His head kept thrashing as Tessa sucked him off while Kaname fondled his balls and tongued his rim. Even Sousuke's actions only heightened the pleasure the blonde soldier felt. "Dear god!" he screamed as the coated finger moved along the cleft of his butt, rubbing at his entrance. The slicked digit then slipped inside, massaging the walls of his anus.

Kaname pressed her finger in deeper, rotating it around as she began to stretch Kurz. His muscles clenched around her, unaccustomed to the invasion. She slowly moved her finger in and out, smiling as the muscles began to relax. Sliding her finger completely out, she chuckled quietly at Weber's moan. Quickly coating the other fingers she brought her hand back, another chuckle escaping as Kurz's entrance eagerly sucked her finger back inside. She soon added a second finger, scissoring them as she continued to stretch him.

Sousuke shifted his hips back, making additional room for Kaname to work. Weber's vocalizations were stimulating him, each sound causing his cock to start hardening. The knowledge that Kaname was preparing the blonde for him only sped up his erection. Sousuke caressed Kurz's chest with one hand, randomly tweaking a nipple to keep it erect, the other resting on the blonde's slender hips. He continued to place bites, always followed by a lick of his tongue, along Weber's offered neck.

Kaname carefully arched her back, not stopping the movement inside of Weber; his muscles were now completely relaxed. She carefully maneuvered her cupped hand behind her, her head craning back to see Sousuke's hardened cock. Without spilling any of the gel she trailed a couple of fingers along the underside of his penis, grinning as the sensitive shaft jumped.

Sousuke glanced down the moment he felt Kaname's fingers on his cock. He bit back a moan of his own as she spread the shampoo gel, coating him entirely. The tip of his cock began to leak pre-cum, only his will keeping him from releasing into Kaname's surprisingly talented hand.

Her task done Kaname slipped her fingers out of Kurz, tapping Tessa on the shoulder. The ash blonde slowly stood up, keeping her mouth around Kurz's cock as long as she could. Kaname scooted forward, still kneeling, replacing Tessa at Kurz's cock.

Sousuke shifted forward, his now hard, slick cock teasing Weber's prepared entrance. He gripped Kurz's slender hips, lifting the blonde man slightly. Sousuke groaned as the tip of his cock brushed against Kurz's opening, feeling the puckered entrance relax and suck him in. He had to hold himself there, fighting to retain control before slamming himself into Weber. Once fully seated inside, Sousuke held himself there for a minute, getting his fragmenting control back together. Despite Kaname stretching him, Kurz was still very tight.

The same moment Sousuke entered Kurz, Kaname took the blonde, engulfing his entire cock. Her nose brushed against the trimmed curls at the base, the musky odor exhilarating. She worked the muscles of her throat, swallowing around Weber's cock.

Tessa stepped back as far as the stall allowed, noting the expression on Weber's face with satisfaction. She leaned over Kaname, bracing her hands on her shoulders. Tessa then kissed the area above Weber's bellybutton, slowly making her way up his chest, making sure not to skip any areas.

As Sousuke withdrew so did Kaname, each one moving back and forth, perfectly synchronized. They both moved slowly at first, steadily gaining speed as Tessa mapped out Kurz's chest. The farther up his chest Tessa got, the faster the two went, slowing down as Tessa went lower.

Kurz keened, unable to do anything else. The dual sensations, filling and being filled sent his mind rocketing, Tessa's gentle kisses on his chest providing more fuel. Then his mind went into orbit as Sousuke angled his hips slightly and hit a small bundle of nerves. He dimly heard Tessa say something about ending soon; had he the capacity, he would have begged for them to continue! Someone, by that point he couldn't tell who, fumbled at the catch located on the ring, releasing its hold. Kurz lasted a few more thrusts before the vibrations of Kaname humming sent him over the edge. Shouting wordlessly, his entire world darkened with the force of his pent up orgasm. Kaname worked quickly, eagerly swallowing his seed, milking him dry.

Sousuke thrust once more as Kurz climaxed, the muscles inside clenching spasmodically, acting in a similar manner to Kaname's throat. His own climax followed causing Weber to moan unconsciously as Sousuke's warm seed washed over his prostrate. The blonde slumped, unconscious from the force of his orgasm, only held up by Sousuke's quick action.

Weber woke up in his bed, dressed in his boxers and undershirt. He immediately sat up, hand running through his hair. His dry hair. "It was a dream?" he whispered, disbelief staining his voice. Grabbing a small hand mirror from the left side table he examined his neck. There was no mark. "Just a dream. Man, I have to stop matching Melissa when she drinks." He flopped back down, falling back asleep before his head hit the pillow. In his distracted state he missed the two objects on the right side table. One was a manila folder with the words "Performance Evaluation of Sergeant Kurz Weber."

The other item was a slender metal ring, water droplets glistening on its surface.