Request: Part 2 of SCP 035 x 049
Requested by: orlamacdougall695
Warning: It was a lemon just like the previous part. Leave while you still can!
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A stroke of a match lit the darkened room as a hand slowly lit up a candle, then another, and then another. Soon the combined light of the candles lit the pitch black room of SCP 049's containment cell.

049 blew out the match before putting away his tinder box back into his doctor's bag.

"035. You've always been one for the dramatic. Epics, comedy, tragedy, romance. The list goes on and on." 049 said as he began circling around 035, who was laying on 049's operating table, blindfolded and tied down with cloth.

"You say the obvious, 049. Yet I fail to understand why this has anything to do with this."

049 let out a deep chuckle as he took out his scalpel, examining it thoroughly to make sure the sharpness and cleanliness was to his liking.

"I say this to make sure that you'd be the type to be intertwine in such things, so much so that you'd be willing to recite to me a song." 049 spoke, slowly approaching the operating table, slowly making his approach known, to make it torturous for 035, who's hips squirmed in anticipation.

"A song of what, my love. There are many to choose from." 035 said, the cheeky mask raising an 'eyebrow'.

049 then slowly placed the scalpel to 035's exposed neck, making the mask shiver from how cold it was. He slowly traced it down, slower and slower. He softy traced the surgical knife around 035's chest towards 035's pants, leaving a little line that just barely cut the skin, leaving the slightest hints of pleasure and pain. 035 couldn't hold back soft grunts of appeasement at the action.

"Sing one of desperation for me.~" The good doctor said, as his blade making agonizing progress of slicing off the mask's pants. 049 would "accidentally" sometimes stroke 035's clothed manhood, keeping the mask on the edge.

"Come now, old friend. You wouldn't want to see me like this, crying out for a release that you selfishly withhold. Why not just get it over with." 035 said in his charming voice, not wishing to be so easy to be made to beg. He even changed his face to one of tragedy.

He then felt a burning sensation on his skin as SCP 049 used one of the candles to drip a bit of molten wax on 035.

"Would you believe me if I said that I did?" 049 whispered teasingly. He continued slowly torturing the mask with desire, with every burn leaving behind the tingling sensation of pleasure left behind from the blazing pain.

"049.. Just get it over with already.." 035 half begged, half demanded, bucking his hips towards the plague doctor, who's only response was a chuckle and a shake of his head. Slowly, he began leaving tender kisses all over the mask body, from the neck, making sure to nipple on the tender skin while also avoiding 035's corrosive liquids, to the chest. He lavished every gasp and little noises 035 would make at every kiss, every nipple, every sensitive movement.

At this point, 035's blindfold had already melted and he could see what 049 was doing to him. 049 just looked his friend dead in his eyes as he continue kissing the mask's chest, making sure to create hickeys and love bites at every opportunity, as he most likely won't have a chance to do so later due to 035's corrosive properties. After an agonizingly long time, he made his way to 035's manhood. He smirked a bit as he kissed the tip of it lightly, making 035 squirm.

"I believe this is where our little act would be at this peak, is it not?" 049 asked, a finger stroking 035's inner thigh.

049 didn't notice that 035 had been using his corrosive liquids to run down his arms and onto his restraints the bound his wrists together, having them melt throughout the entire time 049 had been slow burning him with pleasure.

"I would believe so, my friend. The part of which everyone watching is on edge. That nobody knows what will happen next. All great plays have two things that make it great. A cliff hanger, and a twist.." 035 then suddenly lunged at 049, pinning him down to the ground, his hand spreading 049's legs apart.

035's mask had now turned into comedy, purple glowing eyes staring down at the doctor as 035 began to position himself at 049's in entrance. A sadistic glee was on his 'face' as he leaned into 049's ear.

"You honestly think you could get away with doing this to me? Making me beg for something you refuse to grant? Now, you get to scream your pretty little lungs out." 035 then brutally rammed himself in 049, causing 049 to hold in a loud moan by covering his mouth. 035 quickly held the doctor's hands down above his head.

"No. I want to hear those little cries of yours. I want to hear you beg for me." 035 said as he began thrusting himself in and out of 049. 049, with all of his resilience, couldn't hold back his gasps and moans, which he knew would only get louder.

"What if someone hears-." 049 was interrupted by his own scream of pleasure as he felt 035's member brush him in that spot that could drive anyone wild.

"You should've thought of that beforehand. Don't worry, you'll have all the time to regret what you did while I f*ck your brains out." 035 all but growled at him. 049 was helpless to stop 035's passion, not that he would want him to stop.

A MTF squad was roaming the halls of the site. They had finally managed to re-contain most of the escaped SCPs and there were a few more left to check up on. As they began getting closer to 049's containment cell, they started to here.. Screams? Preparing themselves to a bloody scene, they cautiously approached the cell, they were met with a sight that they would never forget.

035 didn't stop. Oh no, it just made him go harder and faster, leaving 049 a complete mess on the floor, forcing his raspy throat to moan and scream out louder than ever before.

"0-035.. They're right there! We need to stop.." 049 said between moans. 035 didn't even slow down.

"And? Let them watch. Consider it your punishment for earlier." 035 said.

The MTF were just left there, horrified, not sure what to do. When one agent finally spoke up.

"So... Do we.. Like, get them now? Or do we wait?" He asked awkwardly.

"I'm just letting you know right now, if I don't get a raise after this. I will f*cking riot. I don't get paid enough for this sh!t." Another agent said to their commander, who was probably considering retirement.

Finally, both males finally reached their peaks, with both of them letting out loud moans. 035 slowly pulled out of 049 and gave him a 'kiss' on his forehead.

"Are you well?" 035 asked. 049 nodded, using this time to finally breathe properly without screaming.

"I'm quite alright, old friend." 049 confirmed, still laying on the ground, exhausted in the best way.

035 didn't put up a fight when the MTF soldiers dragged him away. They killed his host body and took him back to his own containment cell, leaving 049 alone, but happy.