1991, the Persian Gulf
had been slouched in his seat, deep asleep, ever since
they'd boarded the plane for the short flight across
the desert from Dubai back to the camp near Kuwait.
With his wrist needing another couple of weeks in plaster,
duty wasn't upon him yet.
plane was small, with two-seater rows, and his head
had dropped onto Vadim's shoulder. Good hand resting
on one muscular thigh, Dan snored softly into Vadim's
ear, never waking up beyond a snuffle, even when the
stewardess came to check if they needed anything. Life
had been too good and cosy the last three weeks, and
Mad Dog was as relaxed as a pampered pet.
leaned his head against Dan's, glancing up only when
the stewardess passed. He didn't want to guess what
she thought, but like everybody else, she most likely
found Dan endearing in this state. He tried to concentrate
on The Economist, but rolled it up eventually and stuffed
it in the pocket in the seat before him. Still didn't
manage to concentrate on printed words. He looked outside
the window, seeing nothing, just barren desert. The
flight was short, at least that, and Vadim touched Dan's
hand when the plane was about to land.
Dan's sleep-slurred speech turned the vowels and consonants
into a parody of his usual accent. "Mmmmm
Turning his head, he rubbed his face into Vadim's t-shirt,
lips curving into a slow grin while his eyes remained
closed. "Time for sex, yet?" Murmured.
ran his fingers over Dan's stubbly cheek. "I wish",
he murmured back. "And unless we're talking the
airports toilet, sex is out for at least another hour
Dan began to stretch, from the lower spine towards his
neck, yawning in the process. "That means we're
about to land, aye?"
cracked one eye open, looking up at Vadim from his twisted
position. "That also means that the question is
now 'your hut or mine'?"
in, living together? Vadim paused, then suddenly smiled.
"I don't know. I'm not very attached to mine. And
I get less visitors than you do."
grinned, rolling his neck, then sitting up straight
to fasten the seatbelt, or rather, to try fasten it
one-handed, until Vadim reached over and closed it,
by accident brushing Dan's groin.
damn huts are too small for both our stuff. What about
that, we use one for sleeping and
waggled his eyebrows and he produced a toothy grin,
"and the other to store our kit? They aren't that
far apart and we could throw both mattresses onto the
floor to make it comfortable. Bloody beds are too narrow."
Clearly, he had thought a lot about this.
smiled. "I guess the possibility of couples forming
thought of when they designed them. Sounds
good. We keep the emergency stuff where we are and use
mine for storage."
laughed, "Aye, couples. That'll be a shock for
some of our favourite 'mates'." He glanced out
of the window when the plane went into descend, poking
Vadim's ribs with his elbow. "Mitch is going to
have a field day, but that stupid son of a bitch won't
just have me or you to contend with, on our own. It'll
be the two of us, and I can't see the wanker having
the guts to confront us. Not even with his bunch of
cronies for support."
paused, and the thought of those bastards seemed an
odd weight. But Dan was right, of course. They'd do
fine defending themselves. If they were attacked. It
might just be rumour, gossip, and cutting remarks. "Well.
They already established that I was your bitch."
that's a fucking load of bullshit." Dan's face
had turned in an instant from relaxed grin to angry
snarl, but it could just as easily smooth back into
something else. "You're not, and that's that. Just
don't give a shit what the arseholes say. Or punch them
every time they do say something. Don't know,
what's the better approach?"
smiled, seemingly still relaxed. "Just expect them
to say it, that's all. We need to be prepared. It will
all be behind our backs, and some likely to our faces.
Teaching some a lesson would be good - just
measures. Gain the initiative."
you want me to do, walk into the Mess and break Mitch's
nose once we get back?" Dan flashed a feral smirk.
"Or wait before he actually says it?"
there's the CO. But I'm sure your friends would swear
that Mitch tried to ambush us and we only handed him
his ass in self-defence."
was leaning slightly forward, the ground coming closer
as the plane was about to land on the desert airfield.
"Sounds like fun, if you ask me."
grinned. "Your idea of fun seems to have expanded
" Dan's words were drowned out by the sound
of the plane touching ground, "if you had told
me just a few days ago that I'd ask you to fuck my arse
with your fist and actually enjoyed it, I would
have told you you're fucking sick. So, aye, seems my
idea of fun has expanded quite a lot recently."
Grinning, Dan settled back while the plane slowly rolled
towards their parking station.
tensed and felt himself harden - Dan being so
unabashed and outspoken and them being out in the open.
Oh fuck. "Yeah", he murmured, forcing himself
to think something else. Just. Dan's reaction to what
he'd done, and Dan demanding to try that again, and
what it did to him, and to Vadim himself. "True
I used to be the more flexible one, once upon
eyes remained focussed on Vadim for a long while, before
a slow grin spread across is face. "Seems I'm the
more flexible one, and bloody literally so. Who'd have
though that this
" picking up Vadim's wrist,
lifting hand and arm for a brief moment, "fits
in something so tight." He wiggled briefly on his
seat, as if to emphasise his words.
swallowed. Dan's teasing wasn't helping, and he leaned
over to kiss him, one way to shut him up and also because
he needed to. "You bastard", murmuring against
the other's lips, while Dan was stunned at the public
display of affection - and that in a non-western country
can have some more time before going
back to camp?" Vadim asked.
where would that be?" Dan stayed as close as possible,
"got the safe house, you want to carry the luggage
Why not. Safe houses have a tradition, don't they?"
Same place where he'd abducted Donahue? Probably. Vadim
didn't care, as long as it had a bed and was somewhat
more protected than the tin hut.
cocked a brow while Vadim opened his seatbelt, ready
to leave the plane. "In that case, follow me, but
I guess you know the place."
grabbed their luggage from the plane, with the taped-up
box of gadgets being taken straight to the camp, and
they hailed a taxi just a little later. To Vadim, it
was a blur and a haze, mainly staying somewhat behind
Dan to not give away what he felt and needed, not in
this country, and definitely not in his profession.
drive was short, once again back through twisted streets
and small alleys until they reached the building that
looked just like it had a month ago, before Dan had
sent one jarhead and one Delta to the same place at
the same time - not having a clue what had happened
in the meanwhile. He was careful with the door, stepping
inside after a few security measures, but the place
seemed tidy and deserted in the shuttered gloom. Nothing
that gave any hints to who had occupied it last, except
Dan grinned when his gaze fell onto a different
blanket than the one he'd had left across the bunk and
a stack of water bottles, US make. He turned to Vadim
who had followed, then dropped the luggage and locked
the door behind him. "So," Dan put his hands
behind his back, standing with legs braced and an impetuous
grin, "what do you want?"
dropped his bag, saw Dan assume that PT instructor stance,
while hiding the cast from view. It was easy to imagine
Dan was fine again and back to 100%. You know what I
want, he thought, but realized suddenly it was a game.
Dan asked in jest, or part jest. His eyes flicked over
to the chair where he'd had that chat with Donahue,
then, quicker, back. Remembered being tied up and beaten,
remembered wrestling Dan to the ground and having him
on top. The memories made things worse, better. "You.
I've always wanted you."
grin widened, bouncing once on the balls of his feet,
thrusting out his chest. "The question is, Vadim,
how you want me. Right now."
yeah just two years and a few
months ago they would have stumbled to the bed, biting
and kissing and groping and rubbing.
you like to suck me off, if you had the chance? Does
that arouse you?
closed his eyes and lowered himself, slowly, onto his
knees, his hands moved back, crossed in the small of
his back, right fist closed, left hand firmly holding
the wrist. Knees connected with the ground, eyes still
closed, but fluttering, like something inside needed
to see. Needed to see Dan. Vadim looked up. "I
want to suck you off."
shit." Dan breathed out, his voice hitched, instantly
husky. The grin had vanished, replaced by something
larger, darker, the instant lust like a punch to his
guts. "Why do you want to suck my cock?" He
took a step closer, slipped without thinking into a
part of himself that he'd almost forgotten. "What
does it make you feel?" His good hand on the button
of his sand coloured jeans, working on the zipper.
a masochistic faggot. Degenerate.
shook his head. "I need
to remember I want
this. How much I want this." His face twitched.
His own, free will. He could decide to do this. No force.
He was offering. To his lover. "It gives me
power. Over you, over
Over the interrogator. Couldn't speak it.
swallowed, heard something in the voice that didn't
make immediate sense, would remember it later. "Damn
right." Pushing the trousers down, he stood naked,
his cock clearly interested. "You take my strength
away when you do that. Legs tremble, knees buckle and
my thoughts are mush." Raising his hand to touch
the blond, short hair, Dan's voice dropped to a murmur,
"and that's exactly why I'm a cocksucker. Not many
understand the power, and it's fucking arousing to bring
another man off."
looked up, Dan's voice crawled up and down his spine,
mostly down, made him tense, that voice - that tone
- got him ready to be fucked, just got him in the mind
for it. "Used
to do it for the power. Just
the power. It's different now." It's the
demons, as the doctor called it. "They haven't
taken that away."
know." Dan's hand moved from the top of the head
along the temple, "I remember." Caressing
the cheek, jaw line, then back to the hair once more.
His touch became more intense, more demanding. "Hope
you remember me, too. From the first ill-fated attempt,
when you choked me, to the last deep-throated greed
that almost made me cum."
do. Fuck, I do." Wanked so often to the one at
knife point, imagined so often how you do it. Vadim
opened his lips, gathered saliva in a too dry mouth,
and moved forward. Just his head, hands still crossed
on his back, to take the cock, suck on it to get it
fully hard, and once it responded, Vadim pushed his
head down hard, nearly forced it down his throat, concentrating
only on the technique, denying the torturer any room
in this as the heat filled him, the impossibly strength
and the thickness that just took his breath.
gasped and let his head fall back into his neck for
a long moment. Hips moving forward towards that mouth,
while his hand stayed in contact with the head. Not
forcing, not holding, just feeling every movement. Connected.
Images before his closed eyes, memories, of caves, rooms,
and the open. Nothing more potent, though, than the
sight of Vadim, when he opened his eyes.
took him deep, several times, to get loosened up and
get used to it again, then pulled back to concentrate
on the head, sucking and rubbing it with his tongue,
enjoying the taste, the touch communicating something
to him, something that Dan's breathing pattern didn't.
For once, the interrogator was not in this room, didn't
stand between them, and Vadim felt a deep and desperate
lust well up that he could allow now. His motions becoming
stronger, positively fierce, taking Dan deep and powerful,
fucking his own throat, and what discomfort there was,
what restriction, only made him hungrier for it.
lost control over his body, staring down at the sight,
steadying himself with his hand that had slipped from
Vadim's head to his shoulder. Moving in sync, not knowing
who was setting the rhythm and who was following it,
he felt his lust sharpen, deepen, settling in his guts
and in his balls, making his knees unsteady and turning
his movements desperate. His breath became as uncoordinated
as his whole body, and he groaned, murmuring nonsensical
sounds of encouragement and, strangely enough, gratitude.
Yet all was forgotten when he felt his balls tighten,
drawing up to his body and then suddenly, with a few
harsh movements of his hips, he came with a barely suppressed
sound, gasping Vadim's name, moaning while he shuddered.
Dan's knees almost locked, and he could hardly stand,
wanting to just let go and slide onto the goddamned
reached up to steady Dan by his hips, cleaning him up
while swallowing the cum, then slowly releasing Dan
to straighten again, placing an arm around him to pull
him closer, and hold him. Felt utterly and completely
at peace now that no amount of shouts of 'faggot' and
derision could touch him. "We
need to report
back tonight? Or tomorrow?"
buried his face in the crook of Vadim's neck, inhaling
the familiar scent of soap, fresh sweat, and that which
was purely, deeply Vadim. "Tonight. Damn."
chuckled lightly, felt exhausted in the most pleasant
way. His whole body strumming with contentment. Murmuring
against skin, "what do you want me to do for you
in return?" Tongue 'accidentally' snaking out to
trace a vein and lap at salty, heated skin. Remembering
the particular spots along Vadim's neck and behind the
ear, that used to produce the most remarkable reactions.
tensed, hands nearly closing, fingers digging into Dan's
back, and, yes, he was hard, and his cock twitched.
He groaned and pressed Dan closer. "Anything
lend that good hand
I could lend you my throat." Dan's murmur returned
to huskiness, while his good hand was working on the
other's trousers. "Up to you. You just say. I'll
be your whore." Didn't have a clue how the last
word had slipped out, decided after a brief moment that
this was far too interesting a new game to bother about
the ramifications. At least not just yet.
looked up, a sudden flash of something in his eyes,
the blue intense as lightning just then, and the frown
disappeared faster than it had come. He knew absolutely
nothing about prostitutes, had never been there, no
females to keep his cover, no males. Every conscript
had been available, so why pay? But Dan, rendering a
submitting to what he wanted. Unconditionally.
"Suck me", he murmured, hands sliding back
to rest on Dan's shoulders, pushing him down. His face,
flushed, and heavy eyelids hiding most of the emotion
in his eyes.
Dan didn't quite manage to open the zip and pull down
the briefs one-handed. "Whatever you want."
Looking up, the darkness of his eyes intensified as
he worked on the zip while nuzzling cock and balls through
the fabric, and Vadim wanted to help him, wanted to
make it easy and get to the good part - when he suddenly
realized this was already the good part. A great part.
do you want me to suck you." Mouthing the hard
contours while pushing the trousers down, "Sir."
Added, out of nowhere.
stomach muscles tightened, every muscle in his body
electrified at that word. Sir. The epitome of power.
Part of him wanted to tie Dan up and throw him on the
bed only to fuck him, hard and fierce, but he couldn't
resist the lips. The eyes, that dark glance that invited
and lured and seemed mostly waiting for something. "Deep",
he said, voice rough. "And
patience, not with these stakes.
yes, Sir." Uttered sharply, as if he were still
in the Forces, Dan nodded, managed to pull the briefs
down and free the cock, pressing his face against it,
revelling in the hard smoothness. The game mixed-up.
Hustler, soldier, who the fuck cared. As long as he
was right there, on his knees, about to lick and taste
that cock and feel once again the heady power of the
meant to take his time, but he had his order and there
was no preliminary niceness, no licking of the head
and shaft, lapping at precum, toying with the sensitive
opening. Just his lips, closing around the swollen tip,
and his head, moving down, his throat, opening. Impossible
to deep throat in the pace he was setting himself, but
his good hand closed tightly around Vadim's cock, stroked
with the same rhythm as his head and the suction was
hard and unforgiving. Fucking himself fiercely.
couldn't help it, worse, didn't want to help
it, instead placed both hands on Dan's head, against
the back of it, knew how much he could ask and at the
same time knew Dan would deal with it, and that he wouldn't
last long, anyway, not at that speed, not with Dan doing
this. He thrust forward, forcing Dan deeper, taking
control, just like that, feeling everything inside tighten
as the pressure came down harder, fucking Dan in hard,
not very controlled thrusts, just. A few. More, and
went rigid, came hard, while Dan was gagging around
the intrusion. Vadim shuddering and sweating, legs weakened
as he heard himself pant and groan like a horrible weight
had been taken off his shoulders.
didn't tense, though, not after the first reflex. Did
the opposite instead, just let go. Strange, to simply
let go. Relaxing with that cock down his throat, and
the urge to cough and worse, and yet his body went slack
and his eyes closed. Just waiting. Taking. Waiting until
he could swallow again. Could breathe.
pulled back, not completely out, loved Dan's heat and
wetness, instead ran his hand down one cheek while Dan
drew in deep breaths through his nose. Thumb tracing
the line of the upper lip that was still semi-pursed
against his cock, fingers cupping the chin, stubble
and sweat against his hand, and it hurt to love so much.
eyes opened, and he blinked once, twice. Didn't move
anything else, just stayed right there and then, arms
slack at his sides, the cock softening in his mouth.
Right where it belonged. Trusting, if Vadim was going
to shove anything else down his throat, he'd take that,
too. Even a muzzle. Or a blade.
gave him a smile, calm now, relaxed, at peace, happy,
all tension gone, all fear gone, all darkness gone.
"I liked that thought. Both. The
cleared his throat as he wiped his lips with the back
of his hand. A missed drop, but he still licked his
hand, making Vadim's eyes widen a touch. "I had
a feeling you did." A slow grin began to spread
across Dan's face. "No idea where they came from,
but I think they will be back."
A game. Dan liked his games, and, thought Vadim, so
do I. "Interesting." Lame answer, but the
blood still hadn't returned to his brain. Vadim pulled
back, stowed his cock away, could still feel Dan. Was
about to step away to find something to drink, but extended
a hand. "Come."
fingers closed around Vadim's hand and he let himself
be pulled up and back onto his feet. "Are you telling
me now how good it was for you, asking me if it was
good for me and declaring that I'm the one, the only
one and you want to make an honourable man of me?"
His grin turned into a full-blown smirk.
grinned. "You think the CO has the legal powers
to marry us? Like a ship's captain?"
laughed, deep-bellied, except that he his throat tickled.
"We've already been through that, and you've decided
I look shit in a dress, so let's forget about that one."
glanced around, then saw bottles of water stand near
the bed. Didn't know the brand, which was strange, come
to think of it. He knew all the possible brands of water
that were drunk in the merc camp, so
not drunk in the merc camp. Good work, Sherlock. He
stepped over, picked one up, checked the cap for tampering,
then unscrewed it. "That jarhead water?"
took a glance and nodded. "Seems so." Holding
his hand out, impatiently waiting for Vadim to finish
drinking. "Right now I'm thankful for it having
been left here." He looked at Vadim, who lowered
the bottle, straight on, not a flicker of his eye and
not a twitch in his expression. Jarhead. Matt. Donahue.
met the gaze. Donahue. His water. The place where he
and Dan met. He handed the bottle over and wiped his
lips, watching Dan. That expression was too schooled,
too controlled. Dan was hiding something, protecting.
From him, and against him. The closest thing they could
get to hostile. Or was it? He couldn't trust his judgement.
Dan might be joking
only that he didn't joke
like that. "Well." Didn't know what else to
say and looked away first. He didn't win staring competitions
any more. That particular bone in his body appeared
to have been broken, no, pulverized.
took the water and lifted it straight to his lips. Drinking
in long, thirsty draughts that rolled over his tongue,
down his throat, filling his stomach. The water was
lukewarm, but the shady room had kept the worst off
it. Finishing, he set the bottle down on the chair beside
him, only now realising his trousers were still pooling
around his ankles, which made him grin and the atmosphere
changed, all tension dissipated. "You want to stay
here for a while before heading into camp, or tackle
the bull straight by its horns?"
mind stretching my legs", murmured Vadim, and moved
towards the bed. Dan never managed to lie with a smile.
These were 100% gold. "Just rest up a few minutes."
Unlacing the boots, then pulling them off, he pondered
what the Donahue thing meant. What it actually meant,
not what it was. He looked up and gave a smile. "Your
American and French buddies can wait five more minutes
for their presents, aye?"
Dan sat down with his bare arse on the bed. "You're
saying something here. I didn't bring any prezzies,
now did I?" Looking inconsolable for a moment,
until he had Vadim's full attention and only then did
he break into a grin. "Well, not much anyway."
shook his head, grinning. "I thought you did."
Just like Dan to bring
whatever presents to soldiers
that needed a change to the same old. Just like in Afghanistan,
leaving full bergans behind. This time, it would be
Jean and Donahue that received the gifts.
down to undo his bootlaces, Dan glanced sideways, "besides,
I'd take a Russkie any day over anyone else. You did
get that, didn't you? Roof top, Thailand, embassy and
You just can't kick the habit of Slavs
Vadim moved, patting the mattress next to him. Didn't
care what else Dan had done in this room. It was safe,
and quiet, and he ignored the fact that Jean, strictly
speaking, was a Russkie too. Didn't matter. Not for
the next five minutes. Or ten.
over, Dan lifted his legs, fiddling with the laces of
his boots in that awkward position. "Morose, hm?"
Vadim stretched to reach the laces, but pulling the
boots off Dan's feet proved impossible from that position,
so he got up and pulled from the other side, setting
the boots down and studying Dan there, on the bed, his,
and soon again a mercenary and not a bored tourist.
Civilian shoes were less difficult to take off, he reflected.
got on the bed again, close to Dan, and held him with
one arm, tight, feeling him breathe and the heart beat,
and thought the whole soldiering business was such as
waste of time.
hours later and a quick nap in between, they were in
a rickety taxi on their way to camp. Dan had his old
bergan strapped to his back, one bag in his good hand,
Vadim carrying the rest of their luggage. They got out
of the car after a quick exchange with the driver, not
even bothering to haggle the price, then striding towards
sweet home, right?" Dan flashed a grin at Vadim.
squinted his eyes against the low sun and knew the beast
would swallow him up again. 'Home' was no place. Not
here, not anywhere. Dan would have to do, like before
the prison, but even then, there had been a family.
This place wasn't home, this was merely where he slept
after work. "At least the pay's good."
and that means I can take you to New Zealand, show you
the farm I bought, and then have it all done up for
our retirement." Dan's lips curved into a cocky
grin, seemingly not being able to imagine such a thing
as retiring from active duty. Forty-two, a knackered
body, but he kept beating it into submission.
smiled and shook his head. The farm. A far distant place
on the other end of the world, and both of them retired
old pensioners sitting on a porch, watching sheep? Actually,
that did sound nice. "You'll have to take me there",
R&R, if it works out. My treat." The guards
opened the gate after Dan's and Vadim's ID passes were
shoved under their noses, and Dan kept walking, straight
towards the guard house, to sign in with the duty officer.
Craning his head back at Vadim, "I'm just thinking
about the poor bastards who do this as their regular
army job. They earn how many times less than we do?"
Vadim had to remind himself not to touch Dan, had to
remind himself to stay away and was still standing close
as he signed in as well, would have to remember no kissing,
no touching. He glanced towards the camp. Mitch would
certainly raise the issue - but then, part of him was
looking forward to fighting him again. "Do we move
the kit right away?"
time is it?" Dan turned half-way to face Vadim,
the shades back over his eyes after a brief stint of
identification. He stood close, one booted foot between
Vadim's legs, and a hand brushing along one thigh as
he turned back to the guard who'd said something. "What?"
said tea time, mate." The soldier pointed to the
wall clock behind him, a cheap plastic affair. "Scran's
up in a second."
once more to Vadim, Dan grinned. "Sounds good to
me. Let's dump our stuff in my hut and catch some food.
Starving again. We can pick up the big parcels from
the mail station afterwards."
nodded, and kept himself from placing a flat hand between
Dan's pecs to push him away. Close. Whatever would happen
in this desert, Dan was close. "Mail. Right."
Mail was hardly worthwhile - sometimes legal letters
and tax stuff from Her Majesty's Bureaucracy. No more
letters from a dutiful wife. "Started any pen pal
friendships while you were bored?"
When?" Dan smirked, "and no, no pen pals,
but I had parcels delivered here. Already forgotten?
My new CD player and the other goodies."
your shopping. You entirely manly male shopping, that
is." Finding some of the lightness of Dubai, and
holding onto it. Ignoring everything else, most of all
the feeling he didn't belong here.
that one." Dan laughed. The manly shopping.
Techno gadgets." He winked behind the shades, only
the quirk of one brow and the twisting of the scar in
his face visible.
headed deeper into camp, where two teams had just arrived,
covered in red dust, and heading towards the armoury
to hand in the weapons. Vadim thought for a moment they
looked like mythical creatures, more animals than men.
Like those soldiers in myth, grown from dragon's teeth.
Dragon spawn. He didn't look closer, merely trotted
towards Dan's hut.
slower for a moment, checking out the men, Dan tried
to find a familiar face amongst them. He had to catch
up with Vadim a second later. "Wondering yet what
the scran assassin has cooked this time? I already miss
the buffet in Thailand."
with enough fat, sodium, and cholesterol to get even
my heart into a nervous stutter, no doubt." The
salt made sense, though, with the amounts they sweated
out. "Good I start patrol duty tomorrow. That way
I can get rid of the calories."
and I'm still off for at least another couple of weeks."
Dan gave his hips a quick twist until they collided
with Vadim's. "Guess that means I'll turn into
a fat bastard in the meantime." He grinned, "oh,
and better get the wrist checked out with the medic,
way you treat that bandage, no doubt."
dusty sweaty face lit up in the group of men while Dan
was talking, and Jean briefly raised his rifle to acknowledge
him, gesturing that they'd talk later. Noticing no doubt
how Dan and Vadim were far closer now. A roguish grin,
and Jean gave a wink.
Dan called over, "missed me, Princess?" Laughing
his head off at the reaction, when Jean flipped the
bird and called back: "Damn, we got off the wrong
road. This must be the magic kingdom, I just saw a fairy."
ha ha!" Dan shouted across, wiggling his hips in
an exaggerated fashion and bumping into Vadim a few
times, who seemed just plain bewildered. "You're
just dried up and missing me, wanker."
crew, tired and dusty, were laughing and joking amongst
themselves and Jean gave Dan a nod, another grin and
an insulting gesture. Dan was still laughing as he waved
the Frenchman off.
had almost reached the hut and Dan checked out Vadim,
who glanced back over his shoulder, brow dark, as if
he was unable to read Jean's comment, his joke, or the
you won't regret having me on the same mattress every
night." Dan suddenly flashed a grin.
Will you?" Vadim couldn't help but ask, and felt
stupid as his voice seemed heavier than he'd wanted.
Throwing his right shoulder against the door, which
had got stuck from the constant change from heat to
cold, Dan stumbled inside with a bright grin. "I'm
the one who manages to sleep curled around you, at 48
plus degrees, while you are turning into a big puddle
of sweat. I sure as fuck won't regret anything."
gets colder at night. Then you are clearly welcome.
even in the heat." He'd regret that,
Vadim knew, but the little discomfort was worth it.
Maybe Dan's sleeping brain just needed the connection.
Like his own sleeping brain always fucked him up.
waited until Vadim had stepped into the gloom, then
kicked the door shut, grabbed the other's shirt into
his fist and yanked him close. All in one fluid motion
that Vadim didn't resist at all. "I told you, my
Russkie, I won't ever be without you again." Murmured,
lips so close they almost touched until Dan crossed
even that minimal distance and pulled him into a kiss.
hands connected with Dan's back, pulling him closer,
digging into his flesh as his lips opened and the hunger
was back like there had been no quick release just a
couple hours ago. It would be difficult to turn up for
duty, Vadim thought with humour, pulling away just to
murmur, "No regrets. Not ever."
Dan's shades hung at a precarious angle. "Just
a bit of a problem now." His hands still on Vadim's
hips, the good one digging into muscles as he rubbed
his groin once against the other's to emphasise his
unspoken point. "Still, I'm starving, guess I got
to think of icebergs and bomb proof hairdos."
managed to pull away, his mind somewhere completely
different, and yes thinking something else would be
good now, otherwise he'd feed Dan a couple of snack
bars and not let him out of the hut. He pushed the bag
to the side with his foot. "Let's get you some
food, then. And maybe
call it an early night
Dan lifted his shades and stared down at his all too
prominent cock. "Damn." Muttered, "down,
boy, down!" To no avail, even when he added a frustrated
"woof!" He sighed, "can't be helped,
I'm starving, and it's not that the guys haven't seen
a hard-on before." Grinning from one ear to another,
"and if I'm really lucky they think it's a greeting
lunchtime the next day, Dan was walking across the compound,
carrying a bag in his good hand, while whistling. Back
in the customary shades, t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops,
he ignored any stare that had potentially grown nastier
since they've returned - and returned together, clearly
a couple. Nodding with a grin to those who couldn't
give a shit either way.
Hollering before he even got close to Jean's hut, "Princess!"
Smirking at the odd turn of head and incongruous gape
from some of the passers-by.
little later, the door opened and Jean was leaning against
the door frame, white dusty wifebeater clinging to his
upper body, camo trousers riding low on his abs, displaying
an expanse of shining skin with the faint glory trail
towards his belly button which was just barely covered
by the shirt. "Ah. Mr Honeymoon is paying a visit."
eyes were going ostentatiously from head to toe and
back again, grin blooming into a fully-blown smirk.
"Aye, and I thought I'd better deliver the favours
to the wedding guests, aye?" Raising his bag he
waved it about. He didn't even try to hide the reaction
in his shorts to the sight of that French motherfucker.
moved to the side only enough to allow Dan to squeeze
in, allowing him to pass by getting very close, glancing
downwards. Mildly surprised, but still on top of the
game. "Wedding guests? I want cake, then. And maids
of honour to
chance, Frenchie. Unless you like to fuck the nice arse
of a gentleman of honour." Grinning ferally, Dan
slipped past and into the hut, adding when the door
closed behind him, "wait, as far as I remember
you do like fucking a nice arse."
but only if it's extra special nice." Jean gave
a laugh and clapped Dan on the shoulder. "You look
to do after two weeks in Thai heaven and one in Dubai
luxury." Dan held the bag out to the other. "Here.
And happy birthday to you, too."
you shouldn't have." Jean took the bag, glancing
at Dan to gauge what might be in it - like a rattlesnake
or other practical joke, then opened it.
packets and CDs, a wrapped up Sony Discman, a round
black box with cables, the CDs were The Doors, Jimi
Hendrix, Steppenwolf, and some of the other classics.
Jean glanced up, grinning. "You got my birthday
date wrong, but that's fine. Let's make it Christmas
Dan grinned, "figured you needed an edumacation
in good music taste."
the Legion has a long and rich musical tradition."
Jean pulled out a final box with a beautiful oriental
pattern, which contained a silk scarf with deep, rich
colours, and Jean raised an eyebrow. "Aw, you do
love me after all. It wasn't just a thing for one night."
har, har." Dan almost blew a raspberry. "Very
funny, Frenchie. That's for your lady, thought she might
appreciate something from Dubai." Sitting down
on the bed, Dan pushed the shades into his hair before
leaning back. "Don't get your hopes up, Princess,
I might bring you prezzies, and might kiss you awake,
but I sure as fuck won't sweep you up into my arms and
take you away on my mighty steed." He laughed,
adding, "unless it's for a shag of course."
glanced towards the door. "I guess the other knight
in black armour might disagree about any sweeping up
stuff going on here, eh?" He put the scarf back
into the box and set it on the table to the side.
shrugged, "That's not up for discussion. I love
him, that's that, but you think I am going back to the
monogamy of Afghanistan? I never bloody shagged anyone
except Vadim, until I got here. No fucking way I go
back to that. Wouldn't be fair on my harem, right?"
Flashing a smirk, "Love's one thing, and everything
else is another." Stretching put his long legs,
he dropped the plastered hand across his lap. "Or
don't you agree?"
eyes dropped, continuing to dip lower as he grinned.
"Okay, fair enough
" He moved closer
and placed a hand on Dan's chest. "Can't say I
disagree. Can't say I'm not fucking needy after three
weeks with just Mrs Thumb and her four daughters
you didn't find yourself another fuck-toy?" The
mock-shock brought an evil gleam to Dan's dark eyes.
"And here I was, thinking that the whole camp was
lying down in front of your feet, squealing 'take me!
Take me!'" He managed simultaneously to grin, snort,
pull the t-shirt up to his throat and the waistband
of his shorts down as much as they would go, revealing
the line of dark hair.
moved nearer, his chest hovering close to Dan's, supporting
himself on one arm as the other went up to pull the
shirt off, briefly lowering his head. "As a point
of fact, nope, no such offers. But I hardly hang 'round
the Americans, might have been luckier scoring there,
eh?" Dipping his head low to kiss the exposed flesh,
while Dan chuckled in the back of his throat.
flicked his tongue across and into Dan's belly button.
"I guess there were a few holes left unstuffed
while you were gone
pretty one-track in your thinking, mate." Dan's
good hand rested on the bent neck, making its way against
the growth into the short hair, stroking upwards. "It's
not all about fucking
it's about being fucked?" Jean looked up, grinning,
bared his teeth and traced the ridge of one of the scars,
then the pattern of sixpack that became visible.
ha, tosser," Dan rolled his eyes, laughing breathlessly
at the touch of lips and teeth. "Here I was, thinking
a Frenchman like you knew all about l'amour.
Sucking, stroking, rubbing, all that shit." His
hand slipped beneath Jean's white vest, tracing down
heat-damp skin as far as he could reach. "I happen
to like a male body, and whatever can be done with it."
came up to meet Dan in a kiss, playful, but with heat
and determination, almost straddling him now. "Here
" he murmured, breathless, "is a male
what do you
want to do with it,
huh?" Kissing again with lips and teeth open, tongue
following as he pressed in, enjoying the building passion
and heat and not stopping once to think.
" Dan breathed out, "you could always
return the favour." Tugging on fabric to get the
top off Jean's body. Dan managed to grin from ear to
ear while never completely stopping the kiss.
shed the vest, tossing it to the side without looking.
"Which favour?" Sucking on Dan's lower lip
now, pressing up against him, skin smelling of soap
and sweat and dust.
eyes closed for a moment, as he fought, then lost, and
let go of the groan that had been building up in his
chest. "Your arse
." A man had to try,
no matter how well he knew the answer. He'd still try
and try again, while grinning like a fool. Hand roaming
across Jean's back to rest on the powerful neck, relishing
sweat, strength and skin beneath his fingers.
laughed. "I'm curious, but not that curious
Dan smiled and shrugged one-sided while Jean swallowed,
debating, maybe, for a moment. Horny too, but at the
same thing, that would make him gay, right? "You
been thinking about my ass?"
laughter hitched, while his fingers tightened into Jean's
neck muscles. "I think about everyone's
arse, if they are worth thinking about. I'm a bloke,
for fuck's sake. I think about sex 24/7." Lifting
his hips off the bed to grind against Jean, then pulling
him down, close to his lips once more. "And you,
" murmured, while kissing, "have
a particularly nice arse."
was on top, grinding into Dan, kissing deeply, lust
still growing. "I'm flattered, but trust me, if
I ever want to know what it's like getting fucked, I'll
ask you to do it, but
do it for me, okay?"
grinned, shook his head when Jean did seem sorry, and
seemed to want to make up for it by opening Dan's trousers,
sliding them down, helping him to shed them fully.
be stupid." Dan's interest was obvious, but then
he had started to be interested back when Jean had opened
the door. "I don't care. I get enough arse in my
life anyway. Can't complain." Kicking the shorts
into a corner, he grinned. "Just give me your speciality."
paused, wondering, maybe, about Dan and Vadim, then
grinned at him. "Yeah." He stripped the shirt
off Dan, kissing his chest and sides, slowly moving
up over Dan's throat and jaw, chin to his lips, hands
roaming as he did, taking hold of Dan's cock like it
was his own, kissing him deeply and hungrily while beginning
to pump him.
into Jean's mouth, Dan lost himself within heartbeats.
Just like every single time he kissed that wannabe French
motherfucker with his Russian face and Russian eyes
and ... nothing otherwise Russian about him. Nothing
like Vadim. Nothing
and then Dan ceased to think.
Hips pushing towards the hand, his own digging hard
into Jean's neck muscles, pushing and pulling. Close,
closer and more, as always drowning in that goddamned
skill of lips and teeth.
sexy bastard", murmured Jean between kisses, pressing
against Dan's leg, knowing he'd come into his pants.
Free hand holding Dan close, who was losing control,
rapidly, as suddenly somebody banged against the door.
you in there?"
hissed Jean, jumping off Dan as if stung by a scorpion.
"What the fuck do you want?" Called out.
Dan croaked. Lips swollen, body in the dumbfuck state
wanted to talk about the route tomorrow." The voice
behind the door shouted.
closed his eyes. "Putain", he murmured, already
getting up, fishing for the shirt.
can't be fucking serious!" Dan groaned, desperate,
yet already looking around for his shorts. What the
fuck was he going to do with that hard-on of his?
shrugged, cast an apologetic glance to Dan, who was
cursing under his breath while getting to his feet and
towards his shorts. Bringing out a stream of the most
colourful expletives he could find, in every language
that came to his mind, including Pushtu and Russian.
should talk through the route and the map. I'm going
to brief the boys, so
" The disembodied voice
called out once more.
it's important, it's about the job. Get ya." Jean
slid the shirt down, got his trousers back in order,
then walked towards the door while Dan just about managed
to get into his shorts and close them haphazardly. The
t-shirt was irretrievably lost. Couldn't be helped.
glanced at him, and Dan nodded before scooting back
onto the bed, snatching his shades and pushing them
onto his nose. Flip-flops somewhere, t-shirt hopefully
out of sight, in nothing but those goddamned shorts.
Come on in." Jean called out, opening the door.
That very moment Dan spotted a deck of cards, hastily
went for it, and leaned over the table, hiding his raging
arousal by dishing out cards.
kill that motherfucker. Tomorrow.
other merc came through the door and Jean kept in his
back, or half covered by the door, hiding the evidence
nonchalantly, as if he'd never done anything else.
Jean. You lucky bastard are off tomorrow, but after
what happened last week, I want to be one hundred percent
no problem. Only
didn't want to turn my back
on Mad Dog. The bastard's cheating at cards."
Frenchie!" Dan called out, even managed to laugh,
while randomly dishing out cards.
brought out a map and unfolded it on the table, explaining
the route and the possible problems, again. Apparently,
the route had changed after an attack, and people were
generally more on edge than normal. Jean kept close
to the other, hiding behind the man's body, who seemed
at ease with that closeness, while Jeans spelled out
the road. His finger tracing the line on the map and
speaking, monotonous, precise, every now and then clasping
the other's shoulder and cracking a stupid joke. Mates.
man, that's helpful."
the map, and bring back Pascal in one piece
miss my sweetheart too much." More jokes, promises
of bringing back the whole team alive, and Jean saw
him out the door, closing it firmly and locking it as
soon as the guy was out. "Oh fuck."
Dan pulled his lips from his teeth, baring both rows,
while stretching his arms to the side, letting muscles
slide along skin. "That was fun."
Shit. Yes. Fuck." Jean shook his head. "Fuck.
Killed the mood."
say so." Dan started to grin, while slowly pushing
the shades off his eyes, perching them on the top of
his wild hair. "You missed a whole show, here.
All that touchy-feely shit going on between you two?
Didn't need much imagination to get the porn rolling
in my head." Dan patted the front of his shorts.
"Only thanks to my steely determination I managed
to keep the boy down. The show would have been even
better with booze."
laughed. "What? Me and him? That was
innocent. Hey, I'm not gay. Seriously."
of course, not, mate. You're as straight as fuck, your
lady is proof to that." Pointing leisurely at one
of the pics on Jean's wall, Dan smirked, but there was
nothing malicious about that grin.
She is." Jean shook his head. "Pervert. But
booze I have. I'm off tomorrow, he's taking over
my patrol." He nodded towards one of his chests.
"There. Some red, and some whisky."
Dan didn't even think before deciding. "Where the
fuck did you get the stuff from? Not quite legal here,
I have friends in high places, and they don't always
check everything. Plus, what I do in my off time is
my own business, and none of theirs. Fuck them."
Jean went digging around the chest, found the whisky,
glancing with regret at the wine. "Wrong temperature.
Completely wrong temperature. Shit."
what does that mean? You not even bothering to drink
it? Booze is booze, mate."
wine." Jean rolled his eyes. "Okay. Yeah,
I'll drink it."
Dan threw the cards onto the table, then shuffling them
into a lose pack. Glancing up from a haphazard fringe
of dark hair and entangled shades. "Think it's
safe yet to get our kit off again? Booze is so much
poker, huh?" Jean nodded towards the cards.
want to play?" Dan laughed, "I'm game, but
I warn you, I'm damn good, with my skills honed by a
very special lady. You'd get naked anyway, so there's
laughed. "No need to draw it out, then
He pulled his shirt free again and dropped it on the
floor, then opened his fly, pushing his trousers down,
half-interested, mostly because of the situation. "I
won't dance, you know."
Dan laughed at the mental image. "Why the fuck
should you dance?"
You know. Pole dancing. Don't gays have bars where guys
strip and do dirty things on a pole or on a lap?"
the fuck do I know?" Dan shrugged. "Never
been to anything like that."
Jean sounded incredulous.
Extracting the shades from the mess of his hair, Dan
shrugged before chucking them to the side, then once
again getting out of his shorts. "Got any mugs,
or is it drinking straight out of the bottle?"
Dan reached for the whisky as Jean found two mugs.
wine like this is a crime. Take it from a Frenchman,
don't mind. I'll sure as fuck get into the mood again."
laughed. "I bet you will." He poured drinks,
starting with whisky himself, clearly trying to get
drunk quickly as he gulped it down in a few deep swallows.
you got an agenda, or what? If I keep up with you, I'll
be piss drunk in fifteen minutes." Grinning, Dan
downed his first liberal shot. "Or are you waiting
for me to take advantage of you so that you can claim
later it wasn't because you wanted to do it but because
you were pissed?"
quirked an eyebrow over the rim of the mug. "You
think I'm capable of such a nefarious lie?" He
moved closer, grinning, before Dan could utter any piss-taking
remarks. "You think I'd claim I kissed
his lips touching Dan's, moving closer, "caressed
" hands running over Dan's heated skin, "and
" hand rubbing the insides of Dan's
leg, fingers splayed, "by accident?"
Dan's grin was on full beam. "I think you are capable
of a hell of a lot." Emptying the mug in one go,
the whisky was running down his throat like liquid fire.
He just about managed not to cough while clinking the
empty mug against Jean's. "But I'm not complaining."
downed the rest of the whisky, flushing slightly, and
poured more. Feeling the alcohol already, after the
enforced sobriety. Half sitting on Dan, his lips again
on Dan's chest, only pausing to take another swallow
of the alcohol. "Hey, never did anything that was
bad for you, or did I?" Pushing Dan's legs apart,
which opened readily, his lips had arrived at the place
where leg met torso, close to Dan's cock, but not touching.
Just biting the inner thigh playfully.
" Dan gasped out, "depends on what you
define as 'good'." His cock was definitely convinced
that this was very, very good, especially the way those
lips kept moving South. Not that Jean could get any
further South, perhaps a little more North would be
perfect, and a bit more
he drew in a deep breath
while the fingers of his plastered hand carded through
the short blond hair. So much like ... and yet not
and all was different. No rules and not giving a damn
about what the fuck was going to happen next. "I
need more booze." He managed to get out after a
series of particularly promising nips and bites of the
far too sensitive flesh of his inner thighs.
grinned and reached over to pour more whisky, adding
some to his own mug, and taking another deep swallow,
fingers sliding down Dan's dam and towards his ass.
"God, I fucking loved fucking your ass", he
suddenly said, grinning, changing sides to nip the other
thigh, nose brushing past Dan's cock by accident.
cock jumped towards Jean's face at those words, barely
missing. Downing all of the whisky in one go, he coughed,
which rapidly morphed into several noisy breaths as
the lips and teeth kept doing their work while his legs
kept opening further to allow better access. "I
" but he shut up, dropped
the empty mug on the bed and his good hand joined the
other, stroking Jean's neck and temple, jaw line and
grinned, baring teeth as he pulled at Dan's flesh. "You
what?" Visibly enjoying the touch, biting firmer
until it stung, then lapping the same reddened skin
with his tongue, as if soothing it. Hand moving to Dan's
cock, circling it, as he moved a little closer to the
centre. Cock in full view, and he glanced up to Dan,
almost nervous. "Shit", he murmured.
Dan slurred the words together in a husky mumble. The
fingers of his good hand spread across Jean's neck,
up the back of his skull. Even though he didn't mean
to, light pressure was guiding, pointing the way. "Don't
have to." Murmured, but fuck, he'd be ready to
pray to any god, Allah, Jehovah, Baby Jesus, who the
fuck ever, if only Jean would. He was so hard and horny,
he'd offer his soul to the devil, if the old codger
didn't already own it. "S'okay
swallowed audibly, the pressure in his neck reassuring,
tender and gentle, and clearer than a thousand words,
as clear as Solange's helpless whimpers or her squirming
on the bed. Only that Dan was by no means Solange. Wrong
equipment. Right equipment. Oh fuck. The taste was salty,
almost smoky, a strong taste, but clean, healthy, and
he opened his lips and slipped the head in. Hand holding
the cock, twitching flesh, veins thundering under his
fingers, or his own pulse. He forced his tongue to extend,
probe the thick piece of flesh that was entering his
mouth, lick it, strange, silky, hot, his eyes fixed
on Dan's taut stomach, the terrible groves of scars,
survival written all over that body.
groans were everything but controlled. Jean. Straight
Jean. Mate Jean. Friend Jean. Comrade Jean. Straight-as-yeah-hell-fuck
Jean. His hips twitched, but he stilled himself, while
he never increased the pressure on the neck, but never
diminished it either. Just there. Shuddering with lust
and staring down at the sight of the utterly focussed
way his cock was being tasted, licked, and touched.
took another inch, felt that was as far as he could
go, put pressure on his lips, then remembered his hand,
slowly pumping Dan.
" Dan let out incoherent sounds, while
his thighs tensed until he could feel the strain down
to his toes. "I
glanced up at the words, seemingly putting the meaning
together very slowly, then thought he just couldn't
look at Dan, not while
doing this, and stared
straight at Dan's stomach, mind blanking as he tried
to remember what to do now. Breathed in through his
nose and sucked on the flesh, feeling Dan respond, moved
up with resistance, and licked across the head, more
taste. So that was precum, he thought, mind blurred
by what he did, while the alcohol was truly nothing
but an excuse. He almost pulled off, then pressed his
lips firmer together and went down again, hand pumping
faster than his mouth as he remembered, and back up
again, the motion less stiff now, coming from his neck
thighs tensed even more. Rock solid muscle under deeply
tanned skin, except for the flesh itself that Jean was
sucking and stroking. The sight was killing him, and
he didn't have a clue why this man, of all men who'd
sucked him off, was blowing his mind, not just his cock.
Perhaps the unexpected, or the forbidden, or
and then Jean moved down again, with slightly more speed
and pressure this time, as if he really meant it and
Dan could do nothing but groan and shudder. Heart racing,
breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps, struggling
for control, not to push down on the head. "Oh
pulled back again, understanding suddenly what he did,
understood why he did it, and moved with some force,
almost jerking back. Sucking on the head, more taste,
feeling Dan tense and wrestle the emotion, or rather
taking it, riding it, and he thought fuck, he really
likes this, really, really enjoys this, and there was
an odd tenderness that made him forget this fucking
awkward thing, this wanting and not wanting, this offering
for something else. Then took him deeper again, careful
to not go too deep, instead working with his tongue
and neck, finding a strange kind of way to do it, one
that seemed alright, less weird, while his hand kept
pumping him, and the other hand dug into Dan's thigh,
leg muscles so tense, he was almost on the balls of
his foot, while his abs kept contracting. Wanting to
hold Jean's head, dig into the neck, push him down,
but did nothing like that. Good hand forming into a
tight fist instead, eyes closed at last. Too much onslaught
onto his senses, despite the unskilled attempt, but
it wasn't about skills nor experience. It was the goddamned
fact that it was Jean, and that he did this.
His eyes opened before it got all too much and he felt
his balls draw up, abs contracting helplessly, while
the orgasm built up like a geyser, pressure bursting
to the surface. His plastered hand pushed clumsily at
Jean's face, pushing away despite wanting to force that
throat down deeper to take him in all the way. "Now."
Forced out, his good fist slamming into his own thigh.
pulled back, face flushed, hand still pumping as Dan
came, splattering cum across that belly and thighs and
he felt it hot against his shoulder, and the side of
his throat and run over his hand. He grinned, meeting
Dan's gaze, who was staring at him with inscrutable
dark eyes, while Jean's own betrayed emotions, fondness,
and tenderness and more. He released Dan, who fell back
on the bed like a boneless weight. Jean stood, reaching
for his shirt to clean up, saying nothing.
started to smile, didn't say anything either, until
the smile began to morph into a grin. "Thank you."
Clearing his throat and wetting suddenly dry lips.
just returning a favour." Jean wiped his shirt
over his neck and across his chest. "And I did
not learn that in the Legion. Or in the Soviet Army.
was grinning like a fool. "You sure about that?
Compared to my first blow job this was paradise. Mine
was utter crap, couldn't even get him off."
sure." Jean grinned and came closer again, one
hand on Dan's shoulder as he leaned in to kiss. "Well,
you get me off fine, so I thought I'd make an effort.
Solange is really good, and you are good, and, well,
seems pretty complicated to me
doing several things
at once, you know?"
up." Dan murmured, simultaneously teasing and awfully
gentle. Surprised when Jean really did shut up. "You
were doing just fine, Frenchie, and you never need to
pay me back for anything, aye?"
shut Jean up with a kiss this time, using his hand on
the neck and a fair amount of pressure.
pressed in, wanting the kiss, needing it worse than
any other touch, desire and lust coming in hard and
bad and worse, and goddamned motherfucking right. He
took hold of Dan's good hand and led it down over his
body, to his cock, all the time kissing him like his
life depended on it. "Want you
must have", he said, almost
comical as there was no fierceness, only odd tenderness
that was more begging, more inviting than any aggression.
Playful, still, and sensuous with no holds barred.
was shaken to the core by those words. Couldn't quite
grasp their meaning but sensed it, and some strange
tenderness welled up. An odd soft spot, where he didn't
think he should have one. Not for anyone other than
Vadim, and perhaps the Baroness, and otherwise
and yet the words and that near desperate kiss turned
the post orgasmic haze into something far mellower.
Breaking the kiss, but keeping his hand in the back
of Jean's neck. "What do you want?" Dan smiled,
murmuring against the other's lips. "Want my arse?"
And he didn't even ask himself what he'd just offered.
lips opened, nodding, feeling protected and a whole
lot more. "Hand
a hand's alright
but if you
If I can have that, fuck yes
Lust growing only worse, weeks and weeks of need and
the memory of Dan's body. "Shit. Oh shit."
Knew what it all meant and couldn't think it, couldn't
think desire and lust and more and wanting, friend and
comrade, and mercenary, and fellow man, man.
did nothing but grin and nod. Strange, how this seemed
the most normal thing in the world. No holding on to
his male 'power', and least of all no Kabul. Was all
good, just as he'd said. "How do you want me?"
And that, for fuck's sake, that was something he had
never asked before, never offered.
back." Jean was kissing
again. Didn't say, couldn't even think that this was
how he did Solange, most of the time, assumed it was
the position that felt best, or something, but in truth
wanted to understand, wanted to see it was Dan, and
that thought aroused him more. Dan. Mad Dog. Not just
a body, not even just a man.
" Dan repeated, his fingers in Jean's
neck stilled. His smile faltered for a moment as he
just looked, searched, pondered. On his back. Face to
face. He'd never done that, not once. Then he suddenly
smiled again, and he nodded. Was all good in the end,
was all okay. No past, no dark secrets and no extremes
of anything. No rollercoaster of emotions with magnitudes
of life and death. No Kabul, and no derelict house in
a stinking alley that had long been reduced to rubble.
"Okay." His hand slid down Jean's shoulder,
resting on the biceps, while his lips quirked lop-sided.
paused as well, as if he sensed the reluctance, and
kissed Dan again, eager, tender, passionate, heartfelt.
Just be gentle with me." Dan winked, but there
was seriousness in the humour. "I just came."
Jean gave a laugh. "That means that
tender, right? It's fine, I'm okay with a hand. Or just
let me cool down a bit and keep kissing and stuff, until
worries, I'll be OK." Taken aback for a moment
at this oddly tender way of being taken care of. With
Vadim it was different, each expected the other to put
a stop to things if they needed to. This was
like being a girl, perhaps, and Dan suddenly laughed
low. "Just don't pound away like a meat cleaver."
Flashing a grin while slowly moving onto the side so
he could scoot properly onto the narrow bed.
shook his head. "Hey, I can be gentle, now, can
Dan grinned, "you are."
as if apologizing. "I am good with just
other stuff." Jean followed onto the bed,
lying on top of Dan, arms keeping most of his weight
off Dan's chest, like he would with Solange, but his
cock pressed against Dan's thigh.
started to laugh again. "Don't treat me like a
china doll, I'm fucking Mad Dog!" As if emphasising
his point, he lifted his legs, with the other's body
between them, and pulled his knees nearly up to his
chest. "What are you waiting for? I see you're
gagging for my exquisite arse." Hiding some of
the strange feeling with a lopsided grin.
stared down at him, his grin faded, face suddenly smooth
and relaxed, like he rarely was. Jean's usual expression
was a grin, or the beginning of a grin, or a moment
of wicked humour.
cocked his head to the side, and simply watched the
face and its expression he had never seen before. He
could not decode it, but stored it away.
suddenly frowned as if he had just become aware of himself,
and rolled his eyes as the grin came back. "What
a slut", he muttered, in good humour, and he crawled
over, reaching for lube, and reaching further for a
I guess." Dan took his knees, hooked his arms underneath
to lift his legs up. Spread, open, and suddenly goddamned
uncomfortable when Jean's body left and he just lay
there. "Hurry up, aye?"
grinned. "Listen, I'm trying to take it slow and
you already start pushing." Shaking his head as
he flicked open the cap and smeared a generous amount
of gel on Dan's ass, who cursed at the sudden coldness.
"Relax. You can always put your legs on my shoulders
it's easier on your fucked arm, too." Reaching
for a pillow and shoving it under Dan's ass. "Lift
it, sweetheart." Dan did, and felt a notch more
like an idiot.
fingers struggling to hold the condom which Jean opened
with his teeth - skilful and practiced enough to alleviate
all fears of punctures, and he rolled it down over his
cock, then leaned against Dan's knees and rubbed Dan's
hole. Warming and distributing the lube, sliding the
thumb in, just the first digit, teasing Dan and grinning
as he did, not disgusted by any of this, merely a friendly,
experienced tease. "But you're right. You have
a great ass."
wouldn't know. Can't see it from here."
trust me with it." Jean leaned in to rub his face
against Dan's leg, pushing his finger deeper, bending
it and massaging the muscle, getting it to relax for
him. Strangely erotic, still, to have Dan like this,
and do this, and it gave him time to calm down, too.
Just a bit.
touch was good, no question, and if it continued it
could even ignite another slow-burning fire, that soon
after he'd cum, but Jesus fucking Christ, was that what
a bint felt on an examination chair? "You going
to find a foetus up there?" Dan hid the discomfort
with a grin.
if you stuck one up there", Jean retorted, grinning.
"What? You nervous, babe?"
you just fucking call me 'babe'?" Dan's incredulity
couldn't be any more comical. Especially not with a
finger up his arse and his knees wide open, thighs pressed
to his chest.
think I just fucking did." Jean laughed like this
was some stupid standoff in the chow hall. "So
what are you going to do about it, sweetheart?"
Joining another finger and pushing it in, then sliding
it out, slowly fucking Dan with two fingers and giving
him the Mother of all Grins. "If I go too fast
or rough or whatever, tell me, okay? Talk to me. Solange
just hits me with a pillow when I do." A wink,
and the grin turning softer, gentler.
a bloke. I'm not your Solange." Dan's voice betrayed
that those fingers had an effect. Yet so
So much for his reputation as Mad Dog, hard-as-nails
noticed. You got the full set." Jean smiled, looking
pointedly at Dan's cock. "I'm not even sure I'd
like you if you got an operation and turned into a girl."
Dan pressed out. "It's just that
Taking in a deep, shuddering breath, "never done
it like that before." Adding, with suppressed aggression,
your back?" Jean paused, pulling his fingers out
only to adjust Dan's hips. "Okay. No problem."
Then why the pause, the reluctance, and then agreeing
to it? "Are you positive you want this?"
and he was. "I just feel
," he grimaced,
"like a total idiot like this, with my legs up
in the air. Waiting for the gynaecologist."
I can imagine." I can't really, Jean thought. Despite
the vastly powerful body under him, open, ready, Jean
couldn't drag his mind off that thought. Dan's reluctance
to get fucked even though he'd done it, and there was
Vadim, and Dan clearly liked it. Had liked it the last
time. "As you said to me, you don't have to
you know, no promises or anything. I won't
leave you if we don't." The question suddenly in
the room just how Dan and Vadim fucked. He wasn't sure
he wanted to know.
me?" This was it, it broke the spell and Dan started
to grin. "Okay, darling, in that case, sweetheart,
forget about how utterly dumbfucking stupid I look and
feel, and kiss me, baby, before you get your cock up
my arse, sugarpuff, where you've wanted it to be for
quite some time. Right, sweetcheeks?" He'd found
the trick to forget about the situation: take the piss
Face to face. Okay. Was all okay, as long as he could
laugh about himself.
laughed, too. "That's it. Take the mickey. It's
just sex, nothing to worry about, loverboy." He
leaned in, kissing Dan, deeply, still chuckling in the
back of his throat while his hand caressed and kneaded
Dan's muscular ass. No bones to be felt. Muscle. Plenty
relax, the worst that can happen is a cramp in your
hamstring. We had that a few times, it's funny, but
give me your shoulders, then." Dan grinned, had
found his footing. This was easy. Don't concentrate
on your arse spread wide and open, but on the banter.
He could do that, and easily so. Wasn't goddamned Mad
Dog for nothing. "I'm a battered old warhorse with
fucked up knees."
grinned at him and leaned closer, bending over to allow
him to put his legs up. "You're a stud alright
and a fuckable arse to die for." Dan grinned smugly,
when fingers slipped into his crack, travelling between
shifted, needed to make a move now, didn't want to cool
too much, and was confident Dan would either talk to
- or shout at - him if he did something wrong, and that
everything was fine. Just sex. Just
kind of contact, accommodating, pleasing, pleasuring,
making the other feel good. That was really all there
was to it. Kissing with open lips, damn near biting
Dan's lips once more, before straightening up and positioning
himself, smooth, practiced a thousand times. His face
betrayed intense lust as he began to enter, with little
further warning, moving very slowly, but steadily, and
allowing Dan's body to open. Eyes closing for a long
moment, while entering, breath going faster, pressed,
as he struggled for control, for Dan's sake.
Dan did nothing more than breathe steadily, relaxing
himself, while all the time staring at Jean. He'd never
seen this, the expressions in the face of the man whose
cock was entering his body. "You're
Stupid words, but so damned true. The speed perfect,
poise, caring, waiting, all that shit that made it easy.
Hardly any pain, just this uncomfortable feeling of
being stretched and filled, which increased until his
body accepted and got used to the intrusion enough to
change discomfort into something else. "Damn good,"
murmured, his good hand roaming along Jean's arm, the
other lying at his side. "For a straight
grinned, tender, intense smile. "Hey, this is missionary
ordinary fare for me, honey." He ran his hands
down Dan's legs, strong grip up, and much gentler tracing
down again, moving his hips very slightly, playful.
Slowly moving, but deep. Focused on Dan, how his abs
tightened and how he breathed, finding a deep pleasure
in how Dan accepted him and how he seemed to fall into
of these days
" Dan's breathing had turned
slightly erratic, "I'm going to kick your fucking
," his cock was showing interest, albeit
half-heartedly, "for calling me those endearingly
You on top, then me on top, and everybody else thinks
it's about fighting, while I'll be thinking of this
what will you be thinking, Mad Dog Babe?"
Taking in a sudden sharp breath at Jean's movement.
"I'll be thinking of pounding your arse, but I
guess I'll never get to do that." Grinning, though,
while still staring and studying. Watching how facial
expressions changed, eyes closed, then opened, darkened,
contracted, and read every single sensation in Jean's
face. "I just wish
" murmured, trailed
off. He was there for the leisurely ride and he wasn't
going to jump any hurdles. There was no finish to reach,
least of all in record time.
Jean moved slow, deeper, deliberate, still no force
involved, he was determined to keep it gentle and intense
like this, 'sweet' as Solange called it. Fuck me sweet.
smiled, lifted his hips and suddenly felt everything
deeper, different. Far closer to the fistfuck that he
could still recall as vividly as if Dubai had been yesterday,
not a week ago.
inhaled sharply. "That's
that's it. You
got control there. So what's it?"
wishes are better left unfulfilled." Murmured,
as Dan settled back and half-closed his eyes, until
Jean was nothing but a face behind the dark fringes
of his eyelashes. He suddenly smiled again, dropping
his hand to his half-interested cock, idly stroking
himself with slow, unhurried movements. He had nothing
to prove, not the second time round, and the intrusion
had turned into a pleasant sensation. "Without
the past there's no present."
think that saying was different", murmured Jean,
rocking into and against Dan. Slow, deep, leisurely
thrusts, or rather, pushes, nothing violent about it,
more probing, testing, expanding than pounding in any
way. Moving to change the angle of Dan's legs, coming
closer, still a fair distance between them, and his
eyes watched Dan's hand, smiling, coordinating his movements
with Dan's strokes.
were wrong." Dan's smile deepened. Inhaling one
deep breath at Jean's movement, he closed his eyes for
a moment before his strokes stilled. "You manage
to kiss me like this?" Murmured, as his hand dropped
away from between their bodies. His cock wasn't important
right now, he wouldn't be able to cum anyway, and fuck,
it wasn't about that, but he'd be scuppered if he knew
what the hell this was about instead.
course." Jean took Dan's legs, adjusted them, opened
them further and moved closer, shifting the centre of
weight to fall forward, supporting himself on his arm
while he allowed Dan's body to adjust to him. "'Course
I do." Sounding husky, as if he'd answered a different
question, or none at all, or thought aloud, distracted,
mellow, stupidly emotional. He shifted, stretching his
neck to kiss Dan, shifting some more, spreading Dan
out, who allowed everything to just happen to him, knees
far apart. A deep, open mouthed kiss over Dan's lips,
and a smile, and another kiss. "Gorgeous. You're
fucking gorgeous like that
shut the fuck up." Dan breathed out, grinned, still
kissing, all at the same time. Mellow with a pleasant
and constant arousal, that was not going anywhere, stoked
like a slow-burning fire. "You make me fucking
blush like a virgin." He grinned, and his hand
came up to Jean's neck, keeping him close.
kissed, tongue included, with playful nips and bites
and then again deep, heartfelt kisses, moving ever so
slowly as if the kissing kept him completely occupied,
or he just forced it to last as long as possible. "Still
true", he breathed, face glowing with sweat
and arousal, as he moved, now chest to chest, neck sweaty,
short hair damp under Dan's fingers that kept playing
and applying pressure. "You
okay if I speed
Dan half-opened his eyes, lips still parted and damp
from the kissing, feeling strangely taken care of. A
strange, unknown sensation, completely impossible to
connect it with Vadim. Would be wrong, they just weren't
like that. They ran deeper, with every extreme imaginable;
every fibre and deepest core. "Go ahead."
Barely more than a murmur. "Fuck me as you like.
I can take it."
laughed, nothing more than his chest expanding and contracting
a few times. "I don't want you to just take
I want you
to get into it. Alright?"
eyes widened at that, fully open now. "Huh?"
smiled and kissed again. "Never mind
Wondering, just for a moment, where that "I can
take it" came from
Vadim, doubtlessly, and
that had to have reasons. So, Vadim fucked like a sledgehammer,
with his partners just 'taking' it. What a bastard.
said nothing, words paling into insignificance at those
awfully skilled kisses. That, and the way Jean managed
to move at the same time, in smoothly controlled motions.
Jean did speed up, it was almost with regret, and the
tenderness gradually grew into passion, but never into
madness. Fingers stroking, moaning as he kissed as if
he couldn't hold back, and slowly building up towards
his climax, while Dan lay back. Almost passive except
for his good hand stroking up the sweaty back, enjoying
the friction of his trapped cock and the sensation of
being filled and stretched and stimulated.
face twisted as he didn't hold anything back, sensuous
and sexy in his growing need. Looking at Dan, smiling,
with that odd sense of humour, hands running over heated
skin and through long tousled hair. "Not
not long now
Dan breathed out, with a grin that was as warm and teasing
as it was mellow and unhurriedly aroused. "My knee's
gonna kill me." His teeth showed when his grin
grew, before leaning his head back and baring his throat.
laughed, breathlessly, burrowing his face into Dan's
neck, kissing and licking as the thrusts became shallower
and faster. Sounds muffled against Dan's skin as he
came, held until tension left him and he rested, most
of his weight on Dan's chest, breath cooling. His hand
idly and uncoordinated touching Dan's face. "Wake
faint chuckle shook both Dan and Jean. "If you
don't move the condom will spill all over your bed and,
what's worse, my hips do fucking ache!"
Despite his words Dan was still holding onto Jean, loosely
now. The ache in his balls was pleasant, an odd combination
of recent orgasm and mild arousal, and his arse? His
Frenchie clearly had one up on technique.
Okay." Jean set his hands down on the bed and pushed
himself up, sliding back, holding the condom as he pulled
away, getting rid of it in the rubbish bin close to
the bed, while Dan lowered his legs with a heartfelt
groan, stretching from thighs to toes. Jean moved to
collapse on the bed, on his side. "Stay
a bit. Yes?" A happy, sleepy smile followed, and
Jean's eyes were closed.
Dan rolled himself over onto his side, facing Jean,
who moved closer without opening his eyes. "Vadim
will be out until three hundred hours. It's the graveyard
That's good to hear. Didn't check the plan, you know."
think I should tell Vadim?"
no. He'd rip me a new one." Sleep-slurred speech
making the sentiment less than impressive.
grinned, ran his hand over Jean's sleepy face and down
the short hair, in a strangely tender gesture, before
he propped himself up on his elbow. "By the way,
that condom thing, you do realise I'm tested and clean?"
making doubly sure. I could have something. I'm not
saying you have, I'm just careful." Jean turned
to lie on his stomach, hand reaching up to move under
Dan's shoulder, to touch him. Both men squeezed onto
the narrow bunk.
that's alright. Just making sure." Watching the
quarter-profile, Dan couldn't help but smile. Hard to
grasp how everything had panned out, and yet, even though
he felt a mellow tenderness for this man, this talented
kisser, he knew above all that there was something that
ran deeper than even blood: dust and mountains of Afghanistan,
and a man who was part of Dan's soul as much as his
own. He chuckled quietly. "I've swallowed your
cum a few times, if I thought you're not clean, that'd
been pretty damn stupid, aye?"
looked at Dan, eyes still half closed. "Yeah, true
Figure I should get tested. Will do that on R&R.
But I'm not screwing around much. To think I left the
Legion in part so I could get more pussy
did I ..." Dan grinned gently, lowering his head
until his forehead touched Jean's temple.
a yawn, Jean moved his brow against Dan's arm. "That
exactly what I needed", he murmured.
waited a moment before sliding down until his head rested
on his own arm. "Okay, sleepyhead, I'll slip out
at some stage." Pulling Jean closer and moulding
the body against his own, while Jean sighed deeply and
relaxed again, fully content and skirting the edge of
sleep. Nothing wrong with a little skin to skin amongst
friends, and Jean greeted the closeness with an uncoordinated
attempt to hug without moving too much, or waking up.
You okay?" No real curiosity, not even awake enough
to compute anything, let alone a hypothetical need of
Dan to come, too.
Dan chuckled, managed to grab the blanket with the hand
in plaster, throwing it over them. "That's an order."
sure I could
commit insubordination", murmured
Jean. He allowed himself to drift off, soundly asleep
just minutes later.
hours later Dan slipped out from under the blankets
after a short snooze. Jean was still out like a light,
while Dan gathered his clothes, luckily finding the
elusive t-shirt. Getting dressed in silence, he stealthily
left the hut, and headed straight to the showers, not
bothering with a towel nor soap, figuring he'd somehow
manage with the plastered hand. He reappeared a short
while later, dripping wet, but with his shades on despite
the darkness, the shorts thrown on, heading back to
more hours before Vadim returned, and he was sleeping
like an innocent babe when his wet head hit the pillow.
door opened after a while. Three o'clock. The darkness
inside, and the peaceful silence meant Dan was asleep,
not out. Vadim paused, stood in the door, felt the dust
and grit in his hair, rubbing between skin and armour,
between his teeth. Just the peace gave him pause. Never
had it been like this. He hadn't expected Dan to be
here, hadn't expected him to be asleep, but he was.
He had no rituals, no routine to fall on. Just the strangeness
of coming home after a long day, night, a long
shift, and he was tired as his high-strung body dared
to relax, adrenaline running through his body like liquid
stepped in, leaning the door shut, began to undress
in the dark, but felt Dan's presence was something incredibly
precious, and he didn't want to disturb him and at the
same time wanted for Dan to wake up. He set the armour
down and to the side, felt the night cool his sweat
underneath, began to shed the clothes while looking
down at Dan who lay there, a dark silhouette in a dark
faint sound of a snuffle and Dan shifted on the mattress
on the floor. Taking up all of the space, arms and legs
spread out, entangled in the blanket as he rolled over
onto his side. Still asleep, except for those long-honed
senses, that had picked up movement and sound, yet no
danger. Eyes and face hidden by his wild hair, he drew
in a soft breath, sighing.
undressed, the skin of his face so dry it felt electric,
and he dropped his shirt into a corner of the crowded
room, then crouched, leather of his boots creaking,
to run a gloved hand through Dan's hair. "It's
just me", he said softly. "I'll be in bed
Dan sighed and murmured, words slurred with sleep. "If
it hadn't been you, wouldn't have slept, too dangerous
" and fell asleep again the next moment.
Breath evening out even as the gloved hand kept stroking
his hair for a little while longer.
stood again, with a sigh, took his gloves off and grabbed
a towel. He was on his way to the showers, just getting
a quick wash and some soothing lotion on his dried-out
skin, only the worst, face, neck, throat, back of the
hands, lower arms. He already missed the spa, and duty
had hardly begun.
few minutes later, he locked the door to the tin hut,
shed the towel, and moved under Dan's blanket, who shuffled
to make space, skin against skin. He ran his hand down
Dan's back, naked, and kissed his shoulder.
barely woke, merely moved into the caress in one fluid
motion with a soft sound of contentment before settling
once more. Asleep on a lighter level while somehow aware
of the touches.
moved closer, resting against Dan, warm body, smelling
clean and good and placed an arm around him, spooning
up like Dan normally did. The long shift and the sudden
intimacy left him with a desire that wasn't urgent,
that didn't need to be acted upon, and grabbing Dan
now and fucking him didn't feel right. Tomorrow morning,
a faint, sleepy sigh, Dan wiggled backwards, his arse
pushing against Vadim's groin, once more relaxing into
shifted, but was wide awake. Dan this close. Dan nearly
asleep. Dan naked under the same blanket, relaxed and
asleep, but responding. Vadim's hand moved down Dan's
flank, the warmth and smell in the darkness. Dan. Perhaps
waiting for tomorrow wasn't going to happen after all.
He reached over for the lotion he'd used, poured it
into his hand and warmed it, then began to massage Dan's
ass, who let out some small, sleepy sounds, figuring
if he didn't want to he'd tell him, otherwise
he'd just have to make it good.
leg fell forward, knee bent, muscles too relaxed to
keep tension, and his limbs moved with the motions of
Vadim's hands. He was still drifting in a contented
state, with complete lack of apprehension.
fingers moving to Dan's hole, Vadim didn't know why
the ring of muscle was comfortably loose, as he rubbed
in the lotion, then coating himself with it. He rolled
over, Dan's bent leg getting pushed further away in
the motion, and slid in with hardly any resistance.
Grease, sleep, relaxation made this easier, and something
he had no knowledge of, only Dan, who was waking fully
the moment his arse was breached once more. Vadim's
cock entering his body without any force, merely rocking
inside, and despite the stretching ache, with barely
any pain at all. He'd never been so loose, it had never
been that easy, and despite being awake, Dan did not
leave the comfort zone he was in, floating, and just
allowing this - this gentle, tender and loving intimacy.
groaned softly, feeling how easy this was, how little
tension, no revulsion, no fight. For once. Probably
Dan was just too asleep, but even so, this was different,
different and welcome and the perfect thing to do after
the graveyard shift. He moved slowly, didn't want to
fuck Dan hard just now, didn't want to make him tense
up and suffer through it like he usually did. Merely
tried to keep that relaxation alive, moving slowly,
but deeply, gently, hand reaching for Dan's cock. "Don't
tell me to stop
" he murmured against Dan's
ear. "Because you feel
" breathed out, nothing more. Dan's eyes
stayed closed, even though most of his face was pressed
into the pillow or hidden by wild strands of hair, and
his drowsy smile remained unseen in the darkness. He
should perhaps fight Vadim off, like he'd always done
when Vadim had tried to fuck him slowly, but it was
all so long ago. Too many years, and too much in between
- and a Russian Frenchman who had smoothed down some
long outdated barricades, a few hours earlier.
cock showed a growing interest, half-hard, pressed into
the mattress, trapped between his body and the sheets,
with Vadim's hand adding pressure, while his own remained
relaxed beside his head. No tension, no fist. And all
Dan could do was simply smile and let it happen, because
for once, for the first time, the tenderness was welcome
rocked against Dan, that tight heat without the struggle,
his, his lover, his comrade, his life. The tenderness
bit deep, and the hurt was good. Reminded him what they
were and how, and against all odds, and he forced himself
to do it slowly, because that felt right, and Dan seemed
to accept it, because of the small sounds he made and
the breathing that remained relaxed. Vadim came after
what was too long and too short, too much emotion. Pulled
out and turned Dan around on his back, who moved like
a puppet with that smile remaining on his lips, and,
still breathless, took Dan's cock deep, causing the
sounds to return, huskier, deeper. Then slowed this
down as well when the flesh hardened fully in the heat
and tightness of his throat. The same relentless, tender,
intense touch, hand reaching for Dan's hand, fingers
curling and intertwining, as he sucked on the head only
to slowly fuck his own throat in the cold desert night.
like Vadim before, took longer than usual, and yet it
was never long enough. The sensations intensified by
emotions, some of them on the surface, open, vulnerable
and caused by no one but this man. Others hidden, opened
up, changed and allowed by another man, who, unwittingly,
had made this, now, possible. This tenderness, this
gentle loving lust that was killing Dan and making him
immortal, all at the same time. When Dan came, his orgasm
was drawn out. Starting deep inside, shaking his core
and dragging itself through from cock and balls right
into heart and mind. When he came, Jean was there, with
them, an integral yet invisible part, before fading
away and only one remained: Vadim. And Dan. And this
swallowed, sucking only to clean Dan up, then placed
his head on Dan's scarred abdomen, breathing in his
smell and bathed in his warmth, the gentle glow of love
and security. Hands entwined with Dan's good one, breathing,
just breathing, one of those moments when he knew he'd
die a happy man.
lay like this for a long time, no words spoken, none
needed, and resting in the comfortable knowledge that
this silence united them. Until finally, before he succumbed
to sleep again, Dan tugged on Vadim's arm, pulling him
up and into another embrace.
stretched, embracing, shifting, as tiredness set in
and he rested on Dan's shoulder, arm across his chest.
He knew how he'd wake up in an hour or a bit more -
Dan holding him, spooning up. He always did, but right
now, he was too content to move or think, drifting off
was late morning when Dan woke for a second time, or
third, depending on how he looked at it, becoming rapidly
aware of the light in the hut, and the way he was wrapped
around Vadim, with his face pressed against the back
of Vadim's neck, legs entangled and arms holding tight.
He'd been out in the early hours of the morning for
a quick dump, piss and wash, and nothing was able after
that to rouse him from his sleep. October in Kuwait
saw temperatures drop and he was comfortable in the
morning sun that came streaming through the small window.
No more fifty-plus degrees, the thirty-odd at lunchtime
were positively cool.
against Vadim, rubbing his groin into the smooth arse,
Dan ignored the sounds from the camp, concentrating
on the feelings inside and out instead. "Mmmmmm
." Breathed out, "you awake, Russkie?"
that your idea of foreplay? 'You awake?'" Vadim
yawned, pressing back against Dan, who chuckled. "Guess
I am. What's the time?" He had slept past five
o'clock. A rare day. And not screamed. He was fairly
sure he hadn't.
fucking clue, seems to be late, though." Dan felt
too lazy and mellow to do anything but rub and stretch
slowly against Vadim's back, arse and legs. His cock
was starting to get interested, and he wondered when
they'd made the rules that forty-plus men were not supposed
to be as randy as spotty teenagers. "I could reach
for my watch
or I could keep rubbing my cock
against your arse." Dan chuckled again, "what
do you think am I going to choose?"
lips curved into a wide grin against the heated skin
of Vadim's neck, while Vadim looked around, located
his own heap of clothing, and angled for the camo trousers.
His watch was in there, somewhere. "The lotion
is on ten o' clock, from your position."
Dan spotted the bottle and reached for it, "we
should get out the KY and leave it near the mattress,
that stuff's a thousand times better."
no idea where it is
" Vadim slipped
his hand into the pocket, fishing out the watch, casting
a quick glance at it. "Eleven hundred. Not bad.
Means we have some time before lunch."
chuckle became muffled, the lotion between his teeth,
as he squeezed some onto his good hand, which travelled
back south, ending between Vadim's cheeks, rubbing the
lotion into his arse. "If we continue with the
frequency of our fucks, I'll last the whole hour before
Vadim inhaled, opening his legs, morning desire fuelled
just by the closeness and the fact there was plenty
of time. "I
needed you last night
couldn't resist." He glanced over his shoulder,
lifted his head while positioning himself, grinning
fully fledged back at Vadim. "I didn't hear myself
complain, did I?" He could feel himself right there,
at the perfect point of entrance, and he let out a deep
breath. Preparing himself for the utter bliss of the
first moment of breaching the muscle, when a sudden,
wall-shattering knock was on the door. "Mr McFadyen!"
The voice was stentorian and posh, "are you in
froze, muttering "oh shit", staying as still
as he could, cock still nudging against Vadim's hole.
groaned, and felt a shiver run through his body. Officer.
Caught. Literally in the act. Animals. Shame. Degenerate.
He shook his head, fought the panic, fought the shame,
lust wiped out that instant.
McFadyen! This is rather important. Are you in there?"
the fuck do you want?" Dan shouted back, growling
moved away, so fast Dan fell back in the panicked motion,
no way he could go through with this, not now; he got
up, got dressed as quickly as if they were under attack,
forcing himself into the dust-caked sweaty kit while
the voice called out with growing impatience.
McFadyen, I have the Aide to General Major Richards
beside me, and I would appreciate it, if you did not
let Major McMonahan nor me wait for much longer."
his arse, Dan scrambled to sit up, looking round for
his shorts. "Okay, okay, sorry, Sir." Cursing
under his breath, but at least his hard-on had gone
down rapidly. He found the shorts and thrust his legs
into them, managing to close them one-handed. A t-shirt
was no where to be seen, and he spent the next second
kicking lotion and rumpled blankets out of the way,
instead of bothering with a top. He was at the door
after a glance at Vadim, who was just about managing
to pull the shirt over his head, dressed in his dirty
camo trousers from the night before, when Dan unlocked
the door, coming face to face with a very official looking
US Officer, in his Sunday best uniform with medals decorating
his chest and peaked cap making his already square jaw
look even more like Captain America. The British Officer
beside him did not have a single muscle moving in his
stony face, while the US guy's eye twitched at the sight
of Dan's mostly unclad body with its prominent scars
and its sleep-tousled hair and the state of the room
around him. Two mattresses on the floor and a man standing
behind them, with flushed face and short blond hair,
not meeting his gaze.
Daniel McFadyen?" The Major managed to get out,
sounding almost normal, even though his eye kept twitching.
Dan nodded, "but it's Dan, not Daniel." He
suppressed the urge to scratch his groin or some other
inappropriate gesture, while blinking into the sun.
He really should have remembered his shades. "Is
there a problem? I thought all my debriefings were done
and dusted before I went on R&R." But then
why the hell did this guy look like a Christmas tree?
And, worst of all, the second in command of the British
camp right beside him?
didn't know what to do, felt the overwhelming urge to
turn away, and merely pulled the t-shirt fully down.
He picked up his watch and closed it around his wrist
with a click, angling for his boots. Getting dressed
as if he'd slept here by accident. It gave his hands
something to do. Felt the lotion between his cheeks.
Mr McFadyen, our papers stated your name was Daniel.
Daniel Ewan McFadyen." Dan grimaced at the name
while the Major avoided any stray glances inside the
hut, eyes fixed on Dan, and his face as stoic as the
Dan, papers or not." Dan insisted.
reason why I am here is because General Major Richards
has sent me to present you with the US Military's decision
to award you the Bronze Star with Valour Device."
The man lifted the briefcase a fraction. "The medal
is to be awarded for your bravery in rescuing the surviving
crew of the helicopter crash in the Iraqi desert, between
August 17 and August 18 1991."
stood, gobsmacked, staring at the man with an incredulous
expression, while Vadim slipped into his left boot,
and then the right one, pulling the laces tight.
was so damned special about that?" Dan balked,
once he had found his speech.
an expression, the Major recited the official reason
for awarding the medal, but Dan shook his head. "And
what about the others who helped rescue us? I would
never have been able to do this on my own."
Officer did not even blink. Square jaw, square head,
probably square brain. "Mr Vadim Petrovich Krasnorada
and Mr Jean-Pierre Leclerc are to be commended for their
that's nice", murmured Vadim in Russian.
"Very thoughtful." He straightened
and crossed his arms in front of his chest, moving a
man was as involved in the single handed rescue as you
were. General Major Richards has decided to make a distinction
between both acts of bravery after perusing the transcripts
of the briefings of the surviving crew. The pilot, Jackson,
the loadmaster, Martinez, and winchman Johnson, once
he was fit enough to be questioned."
thought Vadim, and tightened his jaw. Legionnaire and
ex-Soviet. That was the reason. The fucking Americans
handed out their tinsel in buckets as if they had to
meet quotas for general morale, but suddenly, it was
about distinctions. If the fucking Americans could distinguish
anything, why not start with enemies and allies?
frowned. "Sir?" Addressing the British Officer,
as if he could shed light on the whole rigmarole.
McFadyen, I would advise you to accept this award. I
am sure it would make your former regiment proud. And,
since you are an ex-serving member of the British Forces,
you will receive full honours."
nodded, glancing behind him at Vadim, whose face was
dark and closed, shoulders tense, muscles on his lower
arms showing his hands opened and closed as if imagining
he was wringing a neck. Dan looked back at the two men.
"I guess I should say
knew he sounded less than enthusiastic, but if he was
to choose between a morning fuck with Vadim and the
shenanigans of a US medal with all the brouhaha that
would cause, he was going to go for the shag any time.
behalf of General Major Richards, we are honoured that
you accept the award, Mr McFadyen."
British Officer butted in, "One thing, though,
Mr McFadyen, you require permission from HM the Queen
before you can accept the award. However, the British
command post has decided to pursue this issue for you
and I cannot see how the permission could possibly not
be granted under the circumstances."
of course." Dan replied, appearing dumbfounded.
"And is that all I need to do for now?"
course," the US Major nodded, "but there is
a chance the Office of the Secretary of the US Army
will become involved, since you are an ex-member of
the Special Air Forces, who committed a heroic act to
help save American servicemen."
rolled his eyes with a frown. "Publicity? No thanks.
Don't think that's a good idea, not with my former job.
I bet there's still a reward on my head somewhere out
there, from way back in Afghanistan, and the Russians
tend to have a long memory. So, do me a favour and explain
to your Secretary of whatever Office, that I don't want
my name and my face publicised, unless they fancy picking
up my carcass with a pretty hammer and sickle painted
across." The Yank seemed to get the message and
the British Officer gave a small nod. "Is that
clear." The Major uttered sharply, before saluting
crisply, as if Dan were still officially in the military
and had climbed a lot more ranks than he ever did.
day, Mr McFadyen, and apologies for having
the slightest of hesitations, "disturbed you."
moved forward, a baleful stare threatened to burn the
trimmed hair off both senior officer's necks, and he
slammed the door shut behind them, snarling in sudden
rose his brows. "What the fuck's up?"
shook his head, inhaling deeply, fighting the anger,
and the shame that somehow was sandwiched in all that
sudden, unexpected anger. He was disgraced, forever,
not even worth the cheap tinsel of the Americans. "Fucking
what? You mean the medal or, rather, non-medal?"
shrugged, "it means nothing to me, they can stuff
it up their arses. I just said yes because of The Regiment."
Stepping closer to Vadim, "or is something else
the matter? The fact we got 'caught in the act'? I think
it's hilarious - in hindsight."
brow remained dark. "It
he inhaled and broke eye contact. "Feel ashamed.
Like a dog. It's bad enough, but that
bad. Somehow, hurts. I
don't know. Shit. I sound
like a whining bitch."
was too shocked to say anything. Staring at Vadim with
wide eyes, open-mouthed, until he staggered back and
slumped onto the only chair that still fit in a corner
beside the mattresses. "Ashamed." He finally
found his voice. "Of having sex. With me."
closed his eyes and rubbed his face. "Ashamed to
need." His voice shook and he hated himself
more savagely in this moment than he'd ever hated anything
in his life. "I hate those bastards. I feel
I feel like a fucking prostitute as a merc. Don't you
understand? I don't mind the fucking job, I like it,
but I hate the guys giving the orders, and I hate their
guts, fucking Americans who 'defeated' what Reagan called
the 'Evil Empire'. Hammer and sickle? Yes. That's us.
Them. I'm not even that anymore. I take their money,
and I fight their wars, but they should better the
fuck leave me alone, especially when I
He looked down at the bedding. "am not a merc.
They have no fucking right to disturb us or even think
the fucking wrong thing. Or even the fucking
breathing came hard as he felt the taste of acid in
his mouth, trying to make sense of the barrage of loathing.
He sat, staring, and didn't know what to say or think
except for a vicious stab of pain and crystal-clear
panic. Panic that all they'd re-found and gained since
Thailand was slipping away, back into the coldness of
a Finnish winter night. "What do you want to do?"
Almost choked on the words. "What do you want me
shook his head, saw Dan go silent and pale, knew it
was a mistake. He'd have to keep that inside. He couldn't
cut it out, he couldn't stop feeling it, and it did
no good, only bad.
I mean, it's not about me." Dan carried on. "About
who or whatever the fuck I am. You know who I am. Haven't
changed all that much. What you see is what you get
and all that shit." Shaking his head, Dan stared
at his hand in his lap.
I'm sorry. You're
good as you are. Too good,
deserve you. Or do I?" Vadim crossed
the small room and offered both his hands. "I hope
not about deserving. It's about what the fuck is going
on inside of you and I don't get it. Can't understand
it, and don't know what the fuck to do with it."
Looking up at Vadim, only then taking the offered hand
into his good one. "Is that part of how they fucked
don't know. Maybe. I
believed in my country,
Dan. I did. Not the bad things, but the people. The
ideals. I did believe." I went out there
and represented my country, and then I fought its wars.
I believed, once.
nodded, glancing towards his shoulder bag, the one he
always carried on duty, and his voice dropped. "If
you want out of here, tell me. I'm not cut out for a
normal job, but I could do security ... somewhere. Somewhere
in New Zealand, close to the farm, while working on
it. Doesn't have to be big money. Nightshift. Shit like
that. I don't care. And I don't want that damned medal
either. I'll just refuse it."
Vadim paused, forced himself to let it go, the darkness,
could see Dan couldn't deal with it, and he wasn't sure
what he felt anymore. Pull together soldier, he chided
himself. You are spetsnaz. He pressed Dan's good hand.
"I don't mind the job. The job is fine. We're good
at it. Realistically, we have five more years. Maybe
more if we get into something higher up, with less marching
and shooting. The money's good, and I have not a penny
to my name. No. You take their piece of tinsel, for
fucking crew, and not for their fucking congress,
for the kids you got out. Don't mind me. I'm just allergic
to officers, I guess."
looked up, dark eyes searching Vadim's face. "Not
all Yanks are arseholes, by the way. Don't forget that,
as little as not all Russkies are bogeymen."
hands tightened again. "Touché."
the words Dan's face remained serious. "The crew
were great guys, they deserved to be brought out. The
kid, Johnson, and Martinez who kept going, and the pilot,
Jackson, struggling on with a fucked leg." Dan's
face was turning softer. "And Matt's a good guy,
and so is Hooch." Forgetting he'd never mentioned
the Delta before. "I'll accept the stupid medal
for them. They fought for their survival with courage."
They are all the same. Too fucking young
Vadim tried a smile, but wasn't sure how it came out.
"It's alright. They are
your friends. Like
Jean. It's all good. Don't mind me. Don't worry about
only blinked once and to his credit, he hardly hesitated.
"Hooch's a Delta who stopped me before R&R
and we exchanged a mutual handjob and blowjob."
He shrugged and flashed a grin, "don't know anything
about him otherwise, we didn't talk." The grin
grew in confidence, "And if all went well the Delta
has been busy with a young Jarhead, anyway."
been busy yourself, no question." Affectionate
teasing. "Delta is overrated, though. What I read
about them, they always end up in complete fuck-ups
.... thanks to the oh-so-generous and oh-so-altruistic
US military and their culture of in-fighting."
Vadim smiled brightly. "The military analyses I
read were very funny."
of course, Spetsnaz and SAS are a thousand times better,
eh?" Dan winked, relieved that the former tension
was starting to ease.
is very uncomplicated, but Spetsnaz is physically superior.
But we are closer in outlook than I would have thought.
Only, we have a longer history. Russia had special forces
a long, long time before you had any. We invented them
in their modern form."
superior?" Dan pulled himself off the chair, drawing
up to full height and thrusting his chest out. "I
don't question your sources, and that you might have
had a longer history, since The Regiment was only founded
in the second world war, but superior?" Dan slipped
his hand out of Vadim's, stemming both onto his hips,
plaster or not.
grinned. "You're a rare exception. The men I've
seen were scrawny, wiry, had bad teeth and bad reading
puffed himself up even more and bared his teeth. Both
almost completely straight and remarkable healthy rows
of them. "I grant you the reading habits, though."
He mock-punched his right fist into Vadim's abs. No
force behind it, merely touching rock solid muscle.
"and there's nothing wrong with being wiry. It's
like the Duracell rabbit, they go on and on and on."
He smirked, the elation of having lost all tension was
as heady as a drug.
call you 'bunny' then?" Vadim stepped forward into
a kiss. "Or is 'American hero' better?"
you, commie bastard." Dan grinned, adding before
his lips touched Vadim's, "and it's almost lunchtime.
I'm wasting away."
lunch, and then it's nearly time for me to go back out
there, guarding convoys." Vadim kissed again. "Let's
Dan pulled away, walking over to his bag and rummaging
one-handed in the front pocket. He bent down, slipping
something over his head. When he turned round to face
Vadim, he had a chain hanging around his neck, with
a bullet hanging from it. "Don't think I ever showed
it to you. Had it emptied in Dubai."
reached for the bullet, skin crawling for a moment.
That bullet. "That means you can't use it
now?" His fingers never tired of touching the throat,
the collar bones, the shoulder.
right." Dan stood perfectly still, only his chest
moving with every breath. "Because if I ever needed
to, I would not use a bullet. Too impersonal. If your
death had to be mine, it would be my hands, or a blade."
He paused, studying the pale eyes in front of him, "but
as I said before, live for me. Not die."
studied him, his lips opened to speak, then he fell
silent, and breathed. "You know, I would cum if
you cut my throat. You, with a knife, is the
sexiest thing I know."
a goddamned kinky bloody motherfucking bastard."
Dan's voice rumbled, several stages into huskiness.
"And when you least expect it, I will be there,
with a knife. I won't cut your throat, but I can't promise
there won't be blood
nodded, suddenly breathless, mind spinning, and not
making sense anymore. "Food. I think. Shit. You
think we have time for sex before my shift starts? Just
a quick one?"
Dan shook his head, pointing to the door with a glint
in his eyes that was nothing short of evil. "No
time, I have a few things to deal with, and you need
to be fresh for your shift." He grinned, stepping
to the side. "Your shift's with Jean tonight, isn't
I didn't know his name was Leclerc, though
Vadim walked towards the door, towards food and the
rest of the world.
shrugged, "I didn't know either." But I had
his cock up my arse, and that thought sobered him sufficiently
to grab a shirt before heading out, to cover his scars,
the bullet on its chain displayed on his chest.
days later, and Dan had been cleared for work. While
his wrist was still strapped up in a tight, elastic
tube, he was fit enough to resume his duties as team
leader. He was back out in the dust on the eleventh
day, while Vadim was out on the same shift, in Jean's
security, high strung, all day, and yet another day,
nothing serious had happened. Some small arms fire,
but no serious ambush, no grenades or assault rifles
beyond some AK shots fired at them from a window, or
a ditch, and nothing they couldn't evade. No grenades,
that was the main thing. Still, on the way back, cracking
jokes to relieve the tension. Vadim felt the buzz. Too
much work, too much concentration, and it grew especially
bad when nothing happened. Keeping the mind focused,
and still remaining on guard while being relaxed enough
to not turn into a berserk, that was the challenge.
jeeps pulled into the camp and the guys loosened helmets
and grabbed water bottles, washing the dust off their
faces. Vadim saw Jean tell a stupid joke in French,
making Pascal laugh, before Jean turned to him. "Dan's
patrol is just coming in
and." Jean reached out and took Vadim's rifle.
"Get cleaned up. I'll finish up the stuff."
Vadim had the odd feeling Jean was grooming him to become
his second-in-command, or something. Maybe teams would
be split and Pascal got his own crew. He'd be the last
Get cleaned up, means you don't have to queue for the
showers." Jean grinned. "And I don't do that
for the TLC you're getting, but so there's no bloodbath
when I get around to shower."
nodded, strangely grateful for the consideration, and
headed to the tin hut to get rid of his body armour.
was heading in the same direction, loosening his helmet
strap as he kicked up dust with his dirty boots. Thrumming
with tension, not only had it been the first day after
endless weeks off, it had also been a particularly shitty
patrol. Unlike Vadim's, his own team had escaped an
RPG at hair's breadth and one of his men had caught
a few shrapnel splinters in his face. Nothing that first
aid couldn't deal with, but it left Dan flying high
on adrenaline. He was still buzzing with too much energy
that needed an outlet like a running session or a killer
workout in the gym. Shower first, though, and some scran.
arrived at the door just a step behind Dan, grinning,
suddenly, being met with a similar grin from beneath
a grimy helmet. Good to see Dan after a long day, and
he remembered last night with painful clarity, like
every night, which washed away the thought of shower
and food. With a quick glance around, he pushed Dan
into the hut, who stumbled inside, and the door slamming
shut behind them.
the fuck?" Dan spun around.
shouldered right into him, dropped his helmet. His body
armour impacted Dan's, and drove him against the nearest
wall, the force knocking Dan's helmet off, breath expelled
with a groan. Vadim pressed into him, the tin hut groaning
from the force, and kissed him savagely, lips open,
damn near eating his face off. Hands moving to Dan's
trousers, seeking to slip past the armour.
the moment he tasted sweat and heat, Dan pushed Vadim
off with a growl. Shoving him hard into a chair, and
setting right after him, hand twisting into the straps
of Vadim's flak vest, as his thigh pushed hard between
groaned, hand had slipped from Dan's trousers, instead
it was now his groin against Dan's thigh, and quickly
rising lust, too frantic to find a way out of his armour
or Dan's. Instead grabbing uniform and flak vest and
turning to slam him into the wall again, but Dan twisted
enough so that both of them crashed against the metal
wall, the impact lessened by the armour. A sharp exhale
the only noise apart from the clatter.
tasted of dust, the desert, sweat, the red shit sitting
in every wrinkle, every line of Vadim's face. "Fuck,
merely growled in response before attacking Vadim's
lips, jaw line, delving into the narrow line of grubby
skin that was exposed at his neck, making Vadim hiss
and buck against him. Teeth digging into sweaty flesh,
his hand still twisted in the straps, and his leg pushing
more forcefully between Vadim's, pelvis thrusting hard
against the other's groin, and Vadim opened just barely
enough so the leg could arouse him, but tight enough
to make sure Dan couldn't kick him in the groin. Dan's
whole body shoving, suddenly, twisting both of them,
until Vadim's back was crushed against the wall, while
Dan bit viciously into any exposed flesh he could find.
moaned, pressed Dan closer, pulled him in, trying, frantically,
to remove the armour, but the kit seemed horribly complicated,
too many straps and pockets and buttons and more straps.
Instead, he shed some of his gear, dropped ammo pouches
which clunked to the floor.
like an animal when Vadim moved, Dan pulled off, hands
working on the straps of his webbing. Managed to open
it, but got caught in it when he tried to let it slip
off his shoulder, while grinding against Vadim. Cocks
hard, camo thrusting against camo, Dan bared is teeth,
cursed in all languages other than English, tore at
the webbing and finally threw it across the room, knocking
over the chair with an almighty clatter. Didn't notice,
focussed on Vadim, grabbed hold of his shoulders, nearly
ripping the sleeves of the desert kit off when he pulled
the other away from the wall and thrust him to the side,
following, shoulder first, for greater impact. "Mine!"
door opened. There might have been a knock, but it likely
had been washed away in the noise and clatter inside,
and Jean peered in, saw - Vadim's back, Vadim just reeling
back from an impact against the wall - Dan, snarling
like a feral beast, facing him, both men fighting, struggling.
Looked like they were trying to kill each other, but
suddenly it became clear, and Jean inhaled sharply,
smelling the lust. Those groans weren't pain, and both
were just as dusty and dirty as they'd come in.
was breathing hard, like after long struggle, pressed
against Dan, both hands on his gear, struggling to get
the armour off, Jean supposed, his mouth dry.
hips came crashing into Vadim's once more, the only
part of their bodies that was not hidden beneath armour.
Tilting-twisting to maximise impact. Sweat running down
his face, he could feel it trickle down his neck, soaking
the camo beneath the heavy vest, when Vadim finally
managed to open Dan's armour. Delving forward, Dan pressed
his chest against Vadim's, mouth open, biting, devoured
rather than kissed, own hands tearing at the goddamned
straps of the other's armour, when he was suddenly gripped,
and an almighty thrust made him reel backwards, nearly
stumbling over the crashed chair. Back slamming into
the opposite wall, Dan grunted in a mixture of pain
and lust as Vadim's heavy body drew the breath from
him. His hands were immediately on Vadim's arse, pulling
him closer, grinding, thrusting, needing to get as much
friction as he could, while growling cuss words under
his breath. Throwing his head backwards, baring his
throat and snarling viciously when teeth dug into skin
stared, stared fascinated, and saw Dan's wild abandon.
Dan, who completely went with Vadim's brutal onslaught,
no less brutal himself, and it went right into his groin,
seeing these, like this. Vadim, usually controlled and
aloof, was just acting, just doing, no thought no malice.
Vadim who bit, and ground
no, wrong thing to
watching instead Dan, whose eyes were half-closed,
as Vadim pushed against him, rubbing his body against
Dan's with an urgency and power Jean hadn't seen before.
Vadim only pulled back to slide a hand between their
bodies, very nearly ripping the camo cloth as he struggled
to free Dan's cock, and Jean could almost feel it on
himself. Speechless, staring, suddenly aroused.
pulled the straps of Vadim's vest open the moment his
own cock was freed, and he pushed the armour open before
throwing himself to the side and taking Vadim with him,
ending up thrusting and grinding into Vadim's hand,
while ramming him against the wall. His body shoving
again and again into the other's before Dan pulled back,
both hands on buttons and fly, his head thrown back
once more, growling with sounds that had nothing to
do with being human. Freeing Vadim's cock, stroking,
viciously grinding, biting hard into the newly-bared
muscle of the other's neck, while his own was equally
mauled. No quarter given, by neither man.
grin was a vicious, impossibly aroused, and even sexy
expression, one that Jean could feel in the right places.
The kind of grin that made him want to bitchslap it
out of Vadim and turn him around
but those were
entirely the wrong thoughts
body tensed, while he groaned for release, and turned
again upon Dan, grabbing him by the shoulders and smashing
him against the wall. Open armour on metal, loud enough
for the whole camp, but people had just arrived, and
Jean wasn't sure anybody else was in the accom area.
opened his eyes when the impact rattled his bones and
saw, unfocussed, a shadow near the door. Blinked and
groaned while his cock was stroked in the confines of
their bodies. Suddenly realised they were being watched,
and by whom, and his eyes widened. His next stroke of
Vadim's cock was hard and merciless. Staring right at
Jean, letting out a string of "shit, oh shit, shit!"
while he frantically thrust into Vadim's groin, bruising
their trapped hands and almost cruelly stroking - and
being stroked, while his gaze was transfixed on Jean.
Eyes locked, while his teeth mauled Vadim's neck.
eyes were wide, face flushed, staring right back at
Dan with an expression the Legionnaire would have denied
and seemed unaware of, but much like a starving dog
at a pile of meat. For long seconds, he stood there,
frozen, hungry, staring, then suddenly, as if he'd awoken,
turned away, closed the door, and was gone.
same moment, Vadim groaned and came, cum splattering
across Dan's cock, hand, and camo, silencing the worst
into the shoulder muscle between his teeth. Followed
moments later by Dan, whose eyes closed when Jean ran
out, thrusting and shuddering helplessly and utterly
out of sync. Cum between their bodies, soaking camo,
staining armour, and his breath came in desperate gulps
as he clung to the slightly larger body. "Oh fuck."
indeed." Vadim smiled and kept
an arm around Dan. "Fucking
bitch armour", he cursed. "Unwieldy shit."
laughed breathlessly, dropping his head to rest in the
crook of Vadim's neck, and felt Vadim's hand cup the
back of his head. "At least it kept the worst bruises
away. Don't complain."
And made a lot of noise." Vadim laughed. "But
that was fun."
" Dan struggled to stand. "Can we stay
like this? Can't move."
Just a little. Need
to catch my breath,
too." Vadim moved to kiss Dan's temple. Fingers
moved to check the bruises, but he couldn't see anything
in this half light. "Shower later."
just want to sleep now." Dan felt as if his knees
were about to buckle. "You're wearing me out! Didn't
expect to get you back and have too much sex - and that
there is such a thing as 'too much'." He yawned,
wanted nothing more than to drop onto the mattress,
but everything be damned, that one was in the other
hut. Several doors away.
grinned. "Okay. What about this
helped Dan stay on his feet and closed his fly again,
wiping the drop of cum on a rag that he'd used to clean
his gun with, then wiped himself down and stowed his
cock away, too. "Come on, let's go."
Or bed? Or shower? Spot the ones that would kill me."
Dan flashed a grin. He knew he was as dirty as a skunk,
sweaty, dusty, and splattered in cum, but hell, the
thought of dragging himself into the shower was just
too daunting. Worse, if they did not show up for their
meals they'd go hungry. "All your damn fault."
the patrol made me
hard. Thinking of you, okay? That happens." He
grinned and led Dan out of the hut, towards the shared
one. "Shower, quick, then food, then bed."
Yes, Sir!" Dan saluted as they stepped out of the
hut, laughing while fishing for a fag, and not giving
a shit at any of the stares they got. Remembering the
look on Jean's face, how he had stared at them, and
Dan grinned to himself.