NSFW DJCom Fics

Enemies

DJ and Commander hated each other. That was something everyone in the team knew. Even just a glance at one another would spark an argument. It had never gotten physical, it was more like an annoying bickering…which the team always had to deal with, no matter the topic. It had gotten so bad that even Medic, the person Commander would argue with the most (even more than with DJ), begged them to spend time together.

That plea from Medic led up to the current situation. Commander was already seething with anger. He trusted Medic with DJ, originally thinking she was just going to punish him for messing with Commander. However, instead of punishing only DJ, she got the bright idea of mutual punishment and shoved the two in the lobby, completely locking them in.

Commander and DJ were sitting on the lobby couch, an uncomfortable air between them. The door was locked from the outside (a stupid design that Commander certainly cursed out) so neither man had a chance of escape.

Commander crossed his legs over again, trying to distract himself from the amused stare DJ was giving him. The couch, despite it being for the entire team, was too small for them both to sit a reasonable distance away from each other. So, because of that, Commander's shoulder was nearly brushing against DJ's larger one. Commander was too stubborn to stand up. He wasn't going to "admit defeat" against his nemesis.

It wasn't long until DJ broke the silence. "You look upset, Comm. What's up?" Commander immediately recognized the taunting tone in his voice.

"Don't call me that. Call me sir or Commander," Commander snapped back, still glaring at the wall.

DJ snorted. "You act all high and mighty for such a short man, don't you think?" That made Commander turn his furious stare to him.

"Why bring my height into this? You're purposefully being a dick!" Commander stood up from the couch and pointed accusingly. DJ gave a fake wounded gasp.

"Aww, Comm! Don't be so mean, I'm only saying what's true." DJ knew he was playing with fire but that was the point. He loved to see Commander get angry, it wasn't like he was going to overpower him anyway. Commander clenched his jaw angrily.

"Get up."

"Excuse you?"

"Stand up! I'm gonna beat your ass!" Commander was already getting bold. DJ looked unimpressed. He almost wanted to keep dragging this on, but he decided against it. DJ stood up as per Commander's order, his shadow practically cloaked Commander. Commander ignored their size difference and stepped back to glare at him in the eyes.

Commander threw the first punch at DJ's gut. It seemed like it didn't actually make any difference to DJ. DJ almost felt embarrassed for Commander, he knew that he had an extreme strength advantage against the angrier man. He allowed Commander to throw more punches. He watched as Commander's face grew redder with frustration. Much to Commander's dismay, DJ wasn't reacting to his aggressive punching.

"Fight back you asshole!" Commander spat. DJ just stood there and chuckled. "C'mon! Are you scared?"

"I'll be gentle," DJ sighed to himself. He honestly didn't want to put his hands on the smaller man. Commander was still his loyal leader, even if Commander was struggling to beat his ass.

"Gentle…?" Commander barely had a chance to move away

DJ leaned forward and grabbed each of Commander's wrists. He dragged Commander onto the lobby room's table with a loud thump. Commander let out a squeal of surprise at the strength DJ had. Commander had his wrists pinned above his head and his back was flat against the creaking table. DJ gave Commander a smug look, looking down at Commander squirming beneath him. Commander's face flushed red and he glanced away, choosing to stare angrily at the couch they were just sitting on.