1991, the Persian Gulf
days later, Dan got called over to the mail room when
he arrived back from shift, which had been the same
one as Vadim's, but of course in separate teams. Figuring
it could only be from Maggie, he was surprised when
the envelope bore an American eagle. Raising his brows,
he raised his shades as well, studying the letter for
are a couple more." The mailroom guy shrugged.
some appropriately inquisitive noises, Dan pushed a
grimy finger under the flap to rip it open. "For
Vadim and Jean, huh?"
do you know?"
grinned, "you must be the only bugger around here
who has no clue how bloody goddamned heroic the three
of us are." Baring his teeth in a grin.
squaddie rolled his eyes and muttered something under
his breath, but shouted, the moment he spotted Jean's
team, "hey, you got mail! Both of you." gesturing
to Vadim and Jean.
wiped his face, only slightly blurring the lines between
clean and dirty, moving towards the mail room, with
Vadim following closely.
Not the postcards from holiday paradises", stated
Jean, grinning. "You know, when they send you postcards
with plenty of naked tits and next-to-nothing strings
on a hot pair of Brazilian ladies?"
if I'd know." Dan snorted while unfolding the letter
and staring at the load of gobbledegook.
tore the pretty much identical envelope, brow darkening
in concentration as he read. "Ok. Right. All these
words to invite us to a medal awarding ceremony?"
fuck, seems so." Lowering his letter, Dan grinned
at Jean and Vadim. "If they serve some good food
I'm not going to complain." Poking at Vadim's letter.
"What kind of Christmas tree baubles are you two
going to get?"
says 'Army Commendation Medal'", said Vadim, followed
by an affirmative grunt from Jean. "Same here.
Holy fuck. I never got anything like that." Jean
because you're a fucking deserter, thought Vadim, and
bit back the comment that he'd had enough medals to
look impressive in his 'fake' real uniform indeed. Plenty
of combat-related medals, too.
just laughed, shaking his head, but his hand went to
Vadim's shoulder, and his fingers were gently digging
into the muscle. He knew, he understood, but hell, only
one thing to do about it: laugh. They couldn't change
the past. "Fucking ironic, isn't it? You're going
to have an Uncle Sam medal dangling from your chests."
He smirked, teeth and all. "You got to laugh, aye?"
Vadim folded the paper and stuffed it back into its
envelope. Very ironic. Officially, he was now a Brit,
and that meant an ally by default. He didn't really
want the medal, unlike Jean, whose face had lit up under
the caked dirt.
turned to Jean, "so that means you never got a
medal in La Legion?"
let's say I didn't really have a choice in getting the
Croix du Combattant or the Medaille des Blesses. Engaging
the enemy and getting wounded wasn't really a choice,
there." Jean looked at the mail guy. "Let's
hand the kit in. I'm dying for a shower."
Dan nodded, "and a damn good thing I got that suit
from the embassy," turning to Vadim, "and
that you had one made in Thailand." He was walking
to the door, when he suddenly stopped dead. "Damn.
My medals, they're still in the embassy. Best get Maggie
to send them over."
grinned, somewhat pained. "Guess I'll be the one
who goes in naked." Even Jean the deserter had
two. Yet another thing where his own Motherland had
told him 'fuck you'. No rank, no medals, no uniform,
no badges. In military terms, none of his deeds nor
qualifications existed. His career wiped out, with not
even a piece of cheap metal strung up on ribbon to prove
he'd been worth anything.
Dan's hand came back to Vadim's shoulder. "You
won't. We will know that you should have a chest
glittering with lametta. I've seen you, in full uniform
with all your medals."
looked at him, that pained expression turning to almost
stricken tenderness. How much it still meant. How much
Dan cared for the man he'd been, even though that man,
in his full powers and regalia, had been an utter bastard.
I love you, Dan, he thought, and Vadim completely missed
the expression on Jean's face: compassion.
gently pushed Vadim through the door. "And while
we're getting this shit washed off, you better tell
us what medals you did have, before the arseholes came
down with the boot. Aye, Jean?"
yes. You must have had enough for a whole platoon, knowing
you." Jean grinned. "Well, at least a little.
I played it safe in that place, but you were right in
the middle of it."
was." And no, Vadim didn't want to remember. It
would be digging too deep. He'd felt proud because of
some of them, and ashamed for others, depending on the
deed, the achievement, they were connected with.
seemed to understand even that, because he backtracked
almost immediately. Grinning at Jean, "Guess it
would take too long to list all of them. Just trust
me, Vadim's chest was just about big enough to hold
the panel of ribbons and medals, and he's not particularly
narrow-chested, our Rocky. Is he?"
grinned as they handed in their kit, shed the armour,
grabbed the showering kit, and of course Jean was there,
and joined them in the showers, using the stall right
next to theirs.
was the last one to step under the spray, grinning when
he found himself standing between Jean and Vadim. With
just the tiled walls between them. Now
an interesting position to be in, and he whistled while
sluicing the dirt off, luxuriating under the hot water.
glanced over with a knowing, teasing smile, studying
both of them - but mostly Dan - with intent. Rewarded
by Dan with a very slow and deliberate washing of his
body, taking his time, especially around the more interesting
areas, and Dan even turned his back to the room, slightly
bending over, as he washed between his buttocks. Sticking
his head out of the spray, he grinned, "strange,
where that damned dust gets into, aye?"
laughed, somewhat coarsely. "You wouldn't believe
where my portion of dust went. And I'd be surprised
if Vadim wasn't suffering from the same." He was
clearly half-hard, the show, the teasing, and the potential
for embarrassment in this location.
right into the Jap's eye? Believe it or not, back in
Afghanistan I was pissing dust." Dan stepped
further out from his partition, winking at Vadim, who
stopped the water just a few seconds after Dan had stopped
his, stepped into his flip flops and placed a towel
around his hips.
I'd come over for a drink, but I guess you're going
to be fucking like rabbits once the door falls shut
makes you think so, Frenchie?" Dan was baring his
teeth in an almighty smirk, and he still hadn't bothered
to put the towel round his hips.
laughed, leaning with both arms on the partition, water
running from his hair over his face. "That grin?
Or the way Vadim doesn't stay under the water for longer
than five minutes? He's practically racing you."
gathered up Dan's washing bag and stood near his shoulder,
close enough to almost touch.
think so?" Dan turned his head to look at Vadim.
"We're old men, we don't always fuck, you
know." Finally, slowly, wrapping the towel round
his hips, Dan picked up his shower gel. "Guess,
to prove I'm telling the truth, we better invite you
to a drink in the hut. Aye?" Nudging Vadim.
nodded. "Sure. Come on in. You don't have
would destroy my reputation completely", said Jean,
casting a quizzical glance at Vadim's back, while Dan
let out a sound, suspiciously close to a snigger. "I'll
join you in a few minutes, let me just drop off this
that, he went towards his own hut, while Vadim and Dan
made their way over to the one they shared at night,
after snatching some clothes from the other one, and
think I should bother dressing?" Dan grinned at
Vadim after flopping onto the combined mattresses on
dropped the towel. "I am getting dressed."
Finding a pair of camo trousers, he looked at Dan. "I
did have sex in mind, you know."
with Jean?" Dan still didn't make any effort at
pulling his own trousers closer.
laughed. "With you, actually."
why not with Jean?" Dan was grinning like a lazy
" Vadim paused. Looking at Dan,
like it had never occurred to him. "I don't know.
" Dan was at least bothering to make a half-arsed
effort at reaching for his trousers, "and since
when did that ever stop us from fucking? I distinctly
remember hating your bloody guts, while fucking your
reached for a tee. "He said 'You make my skin crawl'
you at least wanted me."
" Dan flicked the towel off to get a foot
into one trouser leg, "when did he say that? I
bet it wasn't lately, or was it?"
Vadim frowned, pulling down the tee and then sitting
to put on socks. "No, not recently." Jean.
He couldn't deny Jean was attractive, if he'd shut up
for once and stopped flirting with Dan.
see the problem, then." Dan was just about getting
his second leg into the trousers, when Jean knocked
on the door and came in. Tight shirt, camo trousers
as well, but sneakers, no boots. "Hi guys."
He closed the door behind him, and sat down without
being asked, looking at them, while Dan was just about
to pull the camo trousers over his hips, fiddling with
the zip and button.
expecting booze or what?" Dan grinned.
reached into his thigh pocket and pulled out a flat
bottle of whisky. "Brought my own. Not great stuff,
but I assure you, you won't go blind."
see what we've got." Scrambling up, Dan was looking
over the bottles. Some gin, some vodka, and the leftovers
of whisky, with a six-pack of beer. American Budweiser,
no better than the English shit. "Got no mixers,
so I guess it's beer and whisky, aye?" He was the
only one who didn't wear a top, and he didn't seem to
notice, either. Pouring generous measures to empty their
own bottle of whisky, Dan handed tin mugs to each of
the men, and they accepted the drinks, miraculously
getting along just fine right now. "Slainte."
The mug close to his lips, Dan peered over the rim,
his dark eyes alit with a smile, "to friendship."
danger", said Jean, grinning.
merely nodded, still pondering what it meant that Jean
had invited himself to their tin hut, brought booze,
and what Dan had said, about possibilities. It still
didn't make much sense, but nothing did.
that warms my poor heart", said Jean, relaxing
visibly, stretching his legs out.
had almost finished the triple dram, and flopped back
down onto the mattress. "And why is that heart
of yours poor?" Glancing at Vadim, "you envious
because your lady love's not here?"
laughed. "Yeah. It gets pretty cold at night
you've come to 'share warmth'?" asked Vadim, frowning
grinned up to him. "If you don't mind sharing?"
murmured, glancing up at Vadim "well, do you?"
" Looking at Jean, his easy confidence, and
Dan, who meant it, he assumed. They'd both invited him
to share in what they usually did. Some fucked-up generosity.
He walked to the door and locked it, just to win time,
to be safe, and Jean got up, shed his t-shirt, like
that was decided now. Was it?
looked at him, grinning, half-teasing, half real irony,
only too aware probably that his actions didn't make
any sense. "Just don't rip my arms off, Vadim,
and we should be fine. Okay?"
Vadim still didn't move.
Dan, head tilted, slouched on the mattress, was slowly
getting up once more. Eyes on Vadim, he reached out,
hand touching cloth, warmed by skin, making Vadim's
chest widen, ribs and lungs expanding, and then Dan
stood close. "It's OK." Murmured, he was smiling.
The most tender smile outside of their solitude of two,
and suddenly Jean did not matter. What mattered instead,
was the sense of unease in Vadim he could not ignore.
"It's just joking between mates. We'll only have
a drink." Adding, in Russian, "alright?"
Vadim looked into Dan's eyes, touched his forehead to
Dan's, looked at Jean again. What did Jean want? What
indeed? Drive his point home? "No problem."
He rubbed his face against Dan's, touched his arm. "I'm
for a drink, hm? Between friends." Guiding Vadim
down to the mattress, he sat down beside him, that tender
smile still on his face. What the heck did sex matter
when more was at stake, and as much as he liked Jean
- and that was a hell of a lot - nothing was worth causing
Vadim unease. As simple as that. "So," arm
around Vadim's shoulder, Dan looked up at Jean, "what
about that whisky of yours?"
offered it, freely. "There. It's all I have - at
the moment, at least." He smiled, strangely touched
by the way Dan cared for Vadim, who probably was still
reeling from the thing with the medal. It was hard to
comprehend, Jean thought, the fact that Vadim was, in
his own right, a fallen hero of a place that no longer
existed. Small wonder he was still recovering. He put
on the shirt again, almost in an afterthought. It was
really too cold to be running around semi-naked, unless
there was a good reason for it.
then." Dan grinned, sitting close to Vadim, close
enough to share the body heat. Downing the whisky, he
enjoyed the way it burnt down his throat and warmed
his belly. Feeling entirely at peace and completely
content with himself and the world. "To friendship
and medals, and the fact we'll look like the fucking
MI5 in our suits, unless our Frenchman can't find one."
Grinning, Dan raised his mug for another dram.
cursed. "Suit. Right. It said something about dress
code. Fuck. I'll need to have one brought in. I guess
that's FedEx or something." He shook his head,
and Dan laughed.
and I have to get my medals shipped over. Will be a
damn heavy parcel." He winked.
Vadya, you save some Yanks, and they make you jump through
hoops for it. Slainte."
Vadim leaned against Dan, comfortable now to show this
kind of affection, even though Jean was still in the
room. The Legionnaire seemed to ignore it, or didn't
seem to think any of it. He was his usual self, unchanged,
no longer provocative, and Dan leaned into Vadim, touching
as he would when they were alone. Drinking and chatting
about inane stuff that made them laugh, relax, and feel
at ease. Until it was time to sleep and prepare for
another day, and another time to put their lives on
weeks later, after phone calls, FedEx, extortionate
express shipping rates, and Dan grudgingly using shampoo
and getting a haircut, he was getting into the
black suit that he used to wear at the embassy. The
one that made him look like 007, and that reminded him
a tad too much of Kabul, but he kept the slight hint
of unease at bay. Reading once more over Her Majesty
the Queen's letter of permission for both Vadim and
him, allowing them - as subjects of Her Majesty - to
accept the foreign military commendation. The CO had
done his best, and Dan figured it was certainly not
on his behalf, since the poncy bastard still hated his
guts, but on behalf of the British Forces. Ex or not,
he'd been SAS, and Vadim had gone through Selection.
Honour by affiliation or some such shit.
put the last polished shoe down and pushed them over
towards Dan. "We will still be dusty", he
murmured. "There's no escape from the dust."
He was already wearing the suit trousers, the shirt,
all properly buttoned up, and bent down to tie his shoe
than turning up in camo." Dan grinned, doing the
unheard of - brushing his hair, quite a bit shorter
than before. "After all, with those Yanks, 'informal'
means suit and tie and they don't know jack shit about
formal." He huffed, "they should have come
to one of our functions, they'd have been surprised
how bloody formal us Brits can get." Slipping into
his shoes, he tied them, then stood in front of the
small shaving mirror. Fiddling about with the panel
of ribbons and miniature medals, he was cursing under
his breath, could hardly see what he was doing. "And
if they play that goddamned anthem of theirs I'll vomit."
Grumbling, but still with good humour.
laughed. "Don't. I trust the food at least will
be alright." He turned Dan around by the shoulder
and checked the panel, correcting it slightly. "Ah.
Here's the 'I kicked Spetsnaz ass' ribbon. Didn't think
they made them."
grinned, keeping it light-hearted. "Aye, they made
that one and another one, specially for me." Pointing
arbitrarily at one of the medals, "that one's for
'shagged Spetsnaz arse'." He winked.
this is for 'Can do deep throating'." Tapping another
medal, at random, Vadim kissed Dan on the lips. "You
decided to accept that honour, so we go through with
was a hell of a lot less my decision, than it
was the CO's and his cronies. As an ex-blade I'd rather
keep things hush-hush, but I guess since I've become
a merc I've already gone beyond the hush-hush stage."
Dan shrugged, fiddling with his tie, and had Vadim slap
his hands away and correct it, for his troubles. "Not
as big as yours, that panel, but I hope that you're
at least a bit impressed, eh?" Dan smiled.
grinned. "I'll have a closer look and check what
it was you got them for. Even though I have a fairly
good idea. Suits you. I like that suit. And the fact
you're shaved and trimmed in all the right places."
He plucked his jacket from the coat hanger and shrugged
into it, correcting the piece. Comfortable. It was just
right, and he loved that suit.
guess all the right places is the clue here,
aye?" Dan grinned, adjusting his crotch. Refused
to wear underwear, even in the suit, proclaiming that
it was bad enough to get dolled up for the occasion.
"Shaved back and front and all the way. I'm getting
almost as bad as you, except that you're not going to
get me to get rid of all my pubes." Dan
was bending down to retrieve something from his bergan,
slipping it onto his wrist.
ran a hand over Dan's ass. "It is more sensitive,
though, isn't it. And tastes better." Grinning
as long as I get that promised blow job tonight, I'm
not going to complain." Dan added with a flash
of a grin, "too much." He was slowly turning
round himself. "What do you think? Ready to receive
some shiny dangly bits?"
eyes caught on the string of lapis around Dan's wrist,
and, for a moment, was lost for words, then cleared
his throat. "As many dangly bits as you want, Lapushka."
Again kissing Dan, then checking the time. "I guess
the driver's already waiting." He closed the buttons
on his jacket. "Do I look alright?"
look like a killer. A damn elegant one." Dan smiled,
rubbing his cheek for a moment against Vadim's. "And
it's a shame I don't have time to inspect you properly,
but I will. Later." Brushing his lapels down, despite
them being as perfect as they could be, he grinned at
Vadim, heading for the door. "We'll look better
than any of the Yanks ever will, they just don't get
that 'formal' concept. Bless the Colonials."
tail wagging the dog", Vadim agreed, and followed
the sniggering Dan who stepped outside. Scanning the
area for Jean, Dan found him standing there, smoking,
and wearing a very serious looking suit that made him
look quite expensive and refined, too. His hair was
trimmed, he was shaved, and Vadim thought that not being
in camo diminished Jean somehow, made him appear younger,
and more self-conscious, which, to his surprise, was
an excellent look.
there you are, just in time to ruin my cigarette."
Jean laughed. "Light up, and they'll come out."
same could be said for your very self." Dan grinned,
conscious of the dust and treading carefully. "You
look like a cheap version of a runway model."
huffed Jean. "Okay, yeah, I'm a bit too plain to
be a dressman, but cheap is a bit below the belt, my
dear Dan." Affecting a very camp accent.
it, you just don't get the toff tottie accent."
Dan laughed, slapping Jean's shoulder, and all three
made their short way to the waiting Landrover. To Dan's
eternal dismay there wasn't only one vehicle waiting,
but two more, and the first one carried the CO, in full
regalia. "Oh shit," he murmured and grimaced,
"that bastard is the last thing I need today. Those
commissioned fuckwits always turn up when they think
there's a scrap of glory to be had."
going to sit on his lap?" asked Jean.
stick to our Lannie." Dan murmured, nodding towards
the assembled cronies, damn glad he didn't have to salute
that homophobic bastard. Those days were over. "Look
on the bright side," Dan muttered as he climbed
into the back seat, "he must be bloody hating this.
Faggots galore, all of them getting a medal." Nudging
Jean's ribs with his elbow, "except for you, of
course. You're straight as fuck."
right. I could sit on his lap. I know this guy loves
me, secretly. It's one of those great tragic love stories
full of anguish and denial. Even more tragic and epic
and heartbreaking than yours." Jean winked.
rubbed over his lips. "Must be Pascal's gay virus
was laughing under his breath. "If you keep that
shit up, I am going to make a damn sad figure at the
ceremony, having pissed myself with laughter."
pleasure", quipped Jean, and leaned back in his
seat, while Vadim placed a hand on Dan's thigh.
vehicle was getting into gear, and the procession made
its way out of the British camp and towards the American
one. Dan glanced out of the window, musing after a moment,
"would have thought they'd do that sort of thing
in better locations than this shit place. You can say
about Old Blighty what you want, but at least we know
how to put on a spectacle. Tradition and all that."
murmured Vadim. "Uncultured, sorry peasants, all
Dan turned his head, but smiling, which kept the barb
out of his rebuke. "That really is bullshit. As
crap as the country might be, with friendly fire and
all that shit, there are some fine specimens."
He shrugged, "Yanks are all as much uncultured
and sorry peasants, as all Brits and Russkies
are, or are not." He leaned his head against Vadim's
for a moment. "And I don't give a shit what nationality
those guys were, whose lives we saved. They were just
guys, like us. Aye?"
met his gaze, held it, then nodded. "Just soldiers.
Like us." He glanced out at the US camp. "I
just wish they weren't so bloody naïve and had
a sense of history."
there is that." Dan grinned as they pulled through
the gates, the Lannies rolling towards the main cluster
of buildings. "Well," Dan took in a deep breath,
"best brace ourselves for the invasion of the Colonies."
He adjusted his jacket once more before stepping out
of the vehicle, where a few NCOs were waiting.
extended an arm to let Vadim move first, then followed
himself, securing Dan's other flank while Vadim guarded
his side. "Try and smile every now and then, Vadya."
try and remember."
really their way of saying they respect you."
remained silent, faintly smiling to himself, as Vadim
looked at Jean, obviously touched. Jean was right. It
was about respect. How strange that he could have forgotten.
"You looking forward to it?"
grinned. "Fuck knows. I just try and take it in
one shoulder, Dan cast a grin from one to the other.
"That's exactly what I do as well. Dan McFadyen,
faggot and Scottish peasant scum, about to receive a
dangling ribbon." He grinned as they walked closer,
watching the soldiers salute, but not saluting in return.
Those days were well and truly over, and a nod in their
direction was sufficient.
all this brouhaha makes you piss yourself with laughter."
Murmured, Dan was the first one to step through the
door. Shaking hands with a few of the Officers, who
were taking them further along the corridor, where an
aide was waiting.
sure I feel like laughing", muttered Vadim in Russian,
for code reasons. "I'd rather face the insurgents
knew you'd say that", said Jean, grinning. His
Russian was rusty, but fully functional. "As long
as you don't sweep Mad Dog off his feet, bend him over
and do the tango thing with him, they should be good.
Chances are they don't know that you two guys are gay."
the 'don't ask, don't tell' doesn't work for them right
now." Chuckling under his breath, Dan fell silent,
when they were guided towards the main door. Music played
by a small band, something he didn't quite recognise,
but nevertheless seemed somehow familiar, and the lights
revealed a glimpse of three flags on the hall's wall.
First, the flag of the United States, then France and
then Great Britain, strictly in order of the alphabet,
right after their own colours.
Flags", said Jean. "Makes you wonder whether
they have a full set lying around."
music got louder in the gym hall that had been repurposed
to hold the award ceremony, and the heroic brass notes
changed into the chords of the American anthem now.
Dan rolled his eyes, whispering from the corner of his
lips to Vadim, "hope they don't expect me to mime
to that shit."
know the words, anyway", murmured Vadim, and kept
his jaw muscles clenched. It was the best he could do,
in terms of neutrality.
than a minute later, the music changed to 'God Save
the Queen' and Dan's face lit up, nudging Vadim's elbow.
"That's yours now, too", rewarded by a sideways
glance, and a very short nod.
that was their cue, the aide walking in front to lead
the way, as they walked into the hall. Dan could hardly
hold back a smirk at the sight of the shambles: all
those Yanks in their fatigues, tunics over their trousers,
and not an inch of the smartness of the British troops,
unlike the British delegation, standing on the right
of the front row. As much as he had sometimes loathed
having to polish the belt buckle and wear the tunic
inside the trousers, Dan felt an odd and ancient regimental,
if not national pride, as he walked in front of Vadim
and Jean, the anthem changing to the Marseillaise to
honour the third of the award recipients.
straightened up visibly as he heard the anthem, just
barely this side of grinning with semi-suppressed, not-so-secret
mirth. Singing and marching was a huge part of Legion
culture, and he knew his songs and marches. The whole
ceremonial rigmarole felt quite natural to him, while
Vadim kept this very guarded, very neutral expression.
came to stop in a line under the flags, and the protocol
officer announced the names of the three men. "Daniel
Ewan McFadyen," and Dan winced, "Vadim Petrovich
Krasnorada," which merely tightened Vadim's jaw
muscles even more. "Jean-Pierre Leclerc,"
which caused a miniature grin in Dan, who otherwise
worked on his polite and neutral expression, which suddenly
failed, as he spotted the first row of soldiers. There
they were, the crew of the chopper: Gary Martinez, loadmaster
and Ken Jackson, the pilot. Chris Johnson was missing,
but the kid might still be recuperating. Dan's face
lit up like a torch, getting broad smiles of recognition
Major John Richards was announced as well, before all
fell silent and the soldiers bowed their heads. A Chaplain
gave thanks to God, claiming "they all came to
this ceremony with hearts full of thanksgiving."
Dan snorted silently, and sure as heck didn't bow his
head, figuring no god had anything to do with this,
just his experience and guts, and the courage of the
two men who stood beside him.
briefly closed his eyes at the religious stuff, bad
enough to be paraded out in front of these kids, now
they brought their whole 'God's Own Country' bullshit
into it. Jean, on the other hand, continued to enjoy
himself. Vadim suspected that Jean was probably Russian
Orthodox, but not very practising. He certainly didn't
seem to mind. Jean would probably cheerfully take part
in some ancestor-worshipping cannibal feast.
protocol officer read out the citation for Dan's award:
bronze star with valour device. The citation detailed
time, location, and circumstances of the events that
had warranted the letter of commendation and consequently
the award. Dan stood tall, when the General Major pinned
the medal to his lapel, saying a few words of thanks,
shaking Dan's hand before handing over the green leather
bound folder, the letter pinned onto the front. The
cameras snapped away for a while as the General Major
stood beside Dan, holding up the letter of commendation,
while being perfectly aware of the hilarity of the situation.
Dan hoped he could escape in a few seconds, but the
General Major asked him to say a few words. Dan tensed,
taken by surprise, but he caught sight of the two guys
from the chopper, and he suddenly smiled with a small
nod. He cleared his throat as they all waited expectantly,
thank fuck, he knew just what to say.
I would like to thank you for the award, which came
as a surprise to me. Surprise, because it was all simply
about the lives of those men, the crew of the helicopter."
Nodding over to Gary and Ken, "Good men, no matter
which flag is stitched on their sleeves. I would have
done the same for anyone else, no matter the country,
no matter if 'friend' or 'foe'." A small smile
crossed his scarred face, knowing that at least Vadim
would understand the following words. "It's really
quite simple." With that he trailed off and nodded
once more to the applause of the audience and the broad
grins of the crew.
Jean, it was the Army Commendation Medal; again the
protocol officer found typically military-speak words
for what Jean had done. Exemplary conduct was among
them, dedication to his team, commendable leadership,
time and place for the commendation and the medal. Jean
looked, for once, dignified as the medal was pinned
to his suit, words of thanks, handshake, folder. Camera
flashes. Vadim inwardly cringed at the cameras, knowing
that his turn would come, too. Asked to say a few words,
Jean grinned quizzically, and said "I have a few
friends sitting right now in Paris getting ready for
their Christmas shopping. When they ask me, 'Jean, why
do you do this shit
excuse me, Sir, I mean 'stuff',
not, that other thing, so they ask me about it, and
I say, I don't have the slightest idea, really. I always
end up in funny places, and strangely always make a
solid decision. This was a really good decision. It
was getting guys out of trouble, two men I respect",
he shot a quick glance to Vadim, "and whom I consider
my friends", a glance to Dan, "and yeah, if
they ask me again, I'll say that I do it for my friends.
Of course, it's also a huge success with the ladies."
Flashing a typical Jean grin.
was laughter amongst the ranks of soldiers, and even
Dan couldn't hold back his grin. Shaking his head ever
so slightly, he caught sight of his hated CO, who looked
as if he had swallowed a whole lemon, and that, in return,
made Dan a very happy man. Glancing to Vadim, whose
turn it was at last, and the General Major lifted the
Army Commendation medal out of its casket, and pinned
it to Vadim's chest. A chest that should have been laden
with medals and ribbons. Similar words of commendation
for him, when the protocol officer read out the citation.
A handshake followed, with the same request for a few
cleared his throat, knew his Russian name alone made
every move, every breath, everything highly prominent,
made him stand out against the two Europeans. Looking
firmly at the crew that Dan had saved, and that he had
saved, too, in the end. They, strangely, were the reason
why he didn't just say "thank you, Sir" and
retreated back into the ranks. Working through his mind
for something good to say, something that the Yanks
would understand, that wouldn't sound arrogant, or foolish
like Jean's gaffe. "Thank you, Sir, for the award,
and I am honoured to receive it. I am a mercenary now,
but I haven't always been a mercenary. It was fortunate
that I could help save these men, and unfortunate that
I hadn't called them brothers and comrades before. Nevertheless,
beyond politics and my own convictions that I used to
hold when I was still an enlisted man, I am proud to
see these men here, now, and for their sake, I will
honour the occasion."
smiled at Vadim's words, understanding what he was saying,
and there was a moment's silence amongst the ranks.
Almost as if it took the soldiers a while to decipher
what lay beyond those words, but once they got it, there
was a subdued cheer, while the two men in the front,
Gary and Martinez, nodded at Vadim, and Vadim gave them
one of his rare smiles.
motherfucker really finds a way to say something very
simple in a very complicated way", murmured Jean
near Dan's ear. "How many words does it take him
to say 'I love you'?"
Dan murmured, smiling. "We're long beyond that."
He wanted to touch Vadim, but restrained himself.
protocol officer then asked the pilot of the helicopter
to step forward, and Ken Jackson stood beside the three
men, ready to receive his own award, the purple heart.
The General Major went through the same sequence as
before, while the protocol officer read out the occasion
of when the man had been wounded. In addition talking
about winchman Chris Johnson, who was home in the US,
recuperating from the serious chest wound.
was then time for the receiving line, and Ken moved
to the front of the line to be the first one to congratulate
and thank his rescuers. The second man who filed past
was Gary. Shaking hands, first with Dan, clapping his
shoulder, and stopping to have a photo taken, then following
down the line. Words of thanks and broad smiles, and
then all of the others followed, filing through. Soldier
after soldier, some with the broadest Western accents,
others with Eastern twang. Every race and every colour,
and all of them American, until it was time for the
British contingency, who shook hands with a sour expression
and a forced smile, when it came to the CO, forcing
Dan to work hard on suppressing his big-arsed grin.
Vadim made an effort, smiled for the cameras, shook
the chopper crew's hands with both his, holding them
for a moment longer to again emphasise his point, and
became businesslike at the others, very clearly delineating
which men were comrades and which were just handshakers.
were finally all done, music still playing, when the
ceremony was officially called to its end and the informal
part began. An adjacent room had a buffet set up that
left nothing to be desired, and junior staff stood ready
with trays of drinks. Dan fell behind deliberately,
his hand on Vadim's shoulder. "You got through
it, hm? Was it all that bad?" He flashed a tender
grin as he added quietly, "and by the way, I love
smiled at him. "No, not as bad as I thought."
He plucked two glasses of something sparkling from a
passing tray and offered one to Dan. "Just would
have liked a warning about the fact that they wanted
me to speak. But you did well. The guys looked happy."
have a clue that we were supposed to say something."
Dan shrugged, downing his first glass of champers. "Seems
that Jean rather enjoyed himself, though." Calling
over, "eh, Jean?"
looked up, teeth bared and gleaming, as he was chatting
up an American servicewoman with a blonde ponytail.
evening continued like this. Lots of food, some small
talk, but thankfully also good chats with down to earth
soldiers, and plenty of booze. Dan felt rather merry
at the end of the festivities: fed to satisfaction,
laughing about stupid jokes, telling tales of his 'adventurous'
past, while the bubbly and wine put him into a damn
was difficult for Vadim to keep from touching him, seeing
Dan in such a brilliant mood, relaxed, having fun. But
he kept his hands to himself, merely marvelled at Dan's
smile and easy banter. He himself was far less relaxed,
but managed to enjoy himself, mostly by listening and
was grinning like a lit-up Christmas tree, when they
finally made their way back to the waiting Lannie. "I
think I need a nightcap of something more substantial
than fancy wines."
nodded. "Hell yes."
opened the door and ushered both of them in, joining
them, only to see the nightly desert slide past. "Did
you get anywhere with that lady?"
but she was really nice about slapping my wrist."
let out a sound, suspiciously close to a snigger. "Guess
you're stuck with little old us, then, aye? Join us
for a nightcap? After all, we got two whole damn fine
days off after this."
grinned and leaned close to whisper to Dan. "If
you're trying to take advantage of my sexual frustration,
grin immediately took on gigantic proportion. "Maybe
" Whistling to himself and loosening the
top button of his shirt and tie, as Jean grinned at
Vadim, who found Jean's semi-drunk, dishevelled look
more attractive than the camo and his professional face.
He could imagine Jean half-dressed, shoeless, shirt
open to reveal the chest, and moaning.
then, let's go celebrate the shiny dangly bits some
more." Dan leaned back, grinning.
they arrived back in camp a few guys were still out
and about, cheering at the three 'gentlemen' in their
suits, with the medals pinned on their lapels and breasts.
Dan was shaking his hips in an exaggerated fashion,
parading the letter of commendation over his head, and
gaining wolf whistles, before he made it into the hut,
holding the door open for the other two. "Let's
get properly pissed for the H.E.R.O.E.S.!" Laughing
his head off. More for the sake of the onlookers, than
for anyone else.
laughed, while Dan locked the door behind them, then
flinging commendation and jacket into a corner. Jean
nearly fell down on the mattress, managed to get into
a cross-legged position, while Vadim rummaged for the
alcohol, found a half-bottle, and headed over to offer
the bottle to Jean. Jean reached for Vadim's thigh and
pulled him closer, while Dan watched, getting rid of
tie, shoes and socks, when Jean suddenly buried his
face in Vadim's crotch, which made Vadim almost jump
out of his suit. That semi-drunken
He reached to touch Jean's face, pushed it away with
a couple fingers. "What do you want?" he asked
want to get off with you. Okay? Nothing sinister about
it. Stop the fuck mistrusting me, I don't mean any harm,
Vadya. I won't take Dan away from you; wouldn't work,
stood, motionless and head tilted. Fingers on the last
button of his shirt. "Is that what you fear?"
Asking quietly. Booze or not, that had still gone all
the way through him.
winced. As fucking superficial as Jean was, he had a
way to hit bulls eye every now and then. "I
Jean was at his belt, trousers, which made it difficult
to find a good answer. Shit. He stepped out of his shoes,
looked at Dan, saw that Dan didn't really understand
that fear, which only meant that it never occurred to
Dan that Jean could be anything but somebody he got
off with. This was just sex, right? "I was ...
just so envious."
shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, throwing it onto
the same pile as the rest of his clothes. "Of what?"
Stepping close to Vadim, he pushed the jacket off the
broad shoulders, fingers working on Vadim's tie, pulling
it off, while grinning all the time. "You're the
fucking sexiest man in the fucking universe." Lowering
his voice to a husky murmur, Dan flicked one button
after the other through its hole, sliding his hands
across the bare chest, as he moved even closer. "Fucking
and fucking loved." Lips on Vadim's,
he left no chance for an answer.
pulled Vadim's trousers down, got him to step out of
them, while Vadim and Dan were kissing. Opening Dan's
trousers as well from his position on the ground, but
Vadim's hands worked on that, and Jean laughed to himself,
took a big mouthful of whisky, swallowed, and moved
between their legs, suddenly taking Vadim's cock, which
made Vadim jump, a surprised sound coming out. The whisky
burn, the heat, and the sudden, unexpected feeling of
so straight, aye?" Dan murmured against Vadim's
lips, cranking up the intensity of his kiss, with one
hand holding Vadim close, the other guiding his own
cock, seeking out those lips that were closed around
Vadim's cock. Side by side, both hard, ready for the
man on the floor.
couldn't help but groan. Jean was certainly not as eager
for cock as Dan, not anywhere as good, but he did it,
sucking on the head, eyes closed, no reservation from
the man who'd called him a freak and a whole lot other
felt a touch in the corner of his lips and looked up,
grinning, released Vadim's cock and took Dan's, looking
up to him with narrowed eyes. Very closely watching
what effect that had on Dan, then sucking with considerable
enthusiasm. Vadim couldn't tear his eyes from the Frenchman,
who genuinely seemed to enjoy himself. "Not
straight at all", he murmured.
fuck!" Dan groaned, pulling in a hissing
breath. Standing with legs braced, hard to keep his
hips still. "Down ... mattress ..." managing
to bring out, he wasn't going to keep standing much
longer, not with Vadim's body rubbing against his and
his cock in Jean's mouth. Vadim. Jean. Oh shit.
couldn't stop the laughter, and had to pull away from
Dan's cock to not choke on his laughter. He fell back,
arms spread out, legs still under him, grinning. "Come
let go of Vadim and crashed down onto the mattress,
deliberately on top of Jean. Claiming the other man
with his lips, taking Vadim's taste with him. Grinding
his hips down into Jean's, while his left hand was searching
for Vadim's body. Jean laughed, freed his legs and pushed
up against Dan, moaning softly as he got more friction,
but there was still a lot of suit in between them.
hand was on Dan's back, seeing him grinding against
Jean, and he reached for the lube. That naked ass gave
him an idea. Actually, both of them gave him an idea,
and he rubbed Vaseline into Dan's ass, who bucked up,
which only made him grind harder into Jean.
attempts to open Jean's suit trousers and get that shirt
off, were getting too erratic, when Vadim added a finger
to prepare Dan to be fucked. He'd have him, and Jean
would watch that.
shit!" Dan moaned, words swallowed by Jean's mouth.
Lifting himself up a little on his knees, towards the
finger, he pushed back and into it, fucking himself,
before coming back down onto Jean.
laughed, breathlessly. "You'll fuck him?"
he asked Vadim, in Russian, using coarse soldier language.
nodded. "You bet."
grinned, kissed Dan, whose breath came harshly, pushing
his tongue into Dan's mouth, feeling Dan shudder as
Vadim fucked him with a finger, and added two, Dan's
cock rock hard. When Dan bucked up, Jean freed himself
from underneath Dan's body. Glancing up, he could see
Vadim pull free, move between Dan's open legs and position
kissed Dan, hard, catching the deep groan that escaped
Dan when Vadim entered him, fucking his mouth with his
tongue, fiercely, and tender, so hard himself that he
doubted the alcohol had any effect on him except taking
away some pesky inhibitions. "Good", he murmured
against Dan's lips. "Because I'll fuck you, too."
Dan brought out, breathlessly, only for Jean to hear.
Vadim ...." Losing coherence
soon after, his eyes open, staring at Jean's face. Vadim's
cock deep in his arse. Jean's lips. Jean's
Dan managed to get out, as he tried to get onto all
what I meant", said Jean, almost cool, almost calm,
with a wicked smile, getting up onto his knees, crotch
on Dan's eye level, on all fours, Vadim kneeling between
his legs. Seeing Vadim inside Dan, still accommodating,
Jean's guts tightened, knowing what that felt like,
that glorious, hot ass, powerful and yet absolutely
perfect to be fucked. He opened his own trousers, pulled
himself free, and pointed his cock at Dan's lips, which
opened, readily, far too readily. Jean made eye contact
with Vadim, who didn't go berserk, instead, was that
appreciation in those cold eyes?
drew in a breath as Vadim stalled, poised, could feel
the cock almost all the way pulled out of his arse,
knowing the thrust would come the next second. Closing
his eyes as his lips closed around Jean's cock, and
his mind went blank. No thought, nothing mattered. Just
being a body, between two bodies. Cocks. Goddamned glorious
cocks, and he braced himself. Muscles bunching, tendons
like whipcords across his body. Bracing himself even
further, spine pushed low, arse raised, his shoulders
tensed to take the strain. He sucked Jean's cock in
all the way, as far as he could, and a damn fine cocksucker
he was, hardly choking.
took his hips in a hard grip, to steady himself as well
as Dan, and entered, knowing exactly how much Dan could
take, but what devastated him was Jean's fingers in
Dan's hair, guiding, demanding, using Dan and truly
fucking his throat, and he timed his thrusts with Jean's,
slowly, but demanding. Entering when Jean pulled free
a bit, and Jean grinned at him, lust on his features,
that irresponsible air of just enjoying what felt good,
and Vadim found himself grin and shake his head. "Cocky
bastard", he murmured, breathless.
didn't hear any of the words, nothing but a body that
finally got as much cock as he'd always wanted. Groans
suppressed by the cock down his throat, he was going
half-insane by the thrusts that were angled so goddamned
right, he was drowning in lust. His own cock hard, heavily
veined, almost purple, each thrust made precum touch
his scarred abs, and each thrust slammed Vadim's groin
against his heavy balls. Unable to suck Jean's cock
with any kind of coherence, he was just body, nothing
else. Used in every damn way he wanted.
groaned, pushed harder, pretty much forcing Dan's head
as far onto his cock as it could possibly go, pulling
and pushing, as he was nearing climax, and Vadim's powerful
thrusts rocked through Dan's body and kept forcing Dan's
face deeper, harder against Jean's groin, until Dan
could do nothing but frantically draw in quick breaths
when the cock was pulling out, and choke at the vicious,
deep thrust. Seeing Vadim deep inside Dan made Jean's
guts tighten up, seeing that whole, muscular bastard
pound Dan's ass, stomach muscles such a perfect pattern,
chest muscles showing clearly how much raw power Vadim
possessed - a fearsome bastard, but bent on sex right
now, with no inhibitions himself, and clearly enjoying
the fact that he was being watched. Jean flashed a grin
at Vadim "Show off", he laughed, breathlessly.
muscles were standing out harder, whole body completely
taut, like chords of steel beneath alternating tanned
and scarred skin. The desperate sounds of hissing breath
were getting more urgent. Body covered in sweat, gathering
in the hollow of his back, he was losing the fight of
bracing against the onslaught of two bodies.
came first, thrusting harder, for a few times, holding
Dan's hips immobile as he thrust deep and hard, groaning
from deep inside his chest. Pulling away once he felt
that pressure gone, helplessly releasing Dan's hips,
stroking his sides, and falling down onto his back.
grinned, but Dan needed air, and the involuntary convulsions
of the throat felt so good that he didn't fight his
orgasm as it approached, but he still slowed, drawing
out the climax, keeping control. He didn't just fuck
Dan's throat but increased intensity, his face twitched
as it washed over him, shooting into Dan's mouth and
throat, hand still in his hair, urging Dan to take it,
and Dan was so far gone, all he could do was frantically
swallow, whatever didn't shoot down his throat in the
first place. Unable to stop it, impossible to act. Just
react, body trembling, cock impossibly hard, painfully
close, and he let out a sound, a mindless whimper, as
his body collapsed when it wasn't held anymore.
immediately turned him, hands on Dan's thighs, lips
going down onto the straining cock, an image that made
Jean shudder, the need, the trust, the completely selfless
desire to get Dan off, Vadim's face not cold now at
all, not unfeeling, not aloof, but needy and tender.
Shining with emotion, tenderness, things that seemed
to have no place in the other Russian's face, and yet
were there, unguarded, Vadim completely naked as he
sucked off his lover.
hardly took more than a few seconds, and Dan came. His
whole body arching up, and he would have yelled down
the entire camp, had Jean not had the presence of mind
to cover his mouth with one hand. Cumming so hard, the
crash-down was just as extreme, and he could do nothing
but lie in a boneless heap, eyes closed, and just breathing.
rested his head on Dan's hip, calming now as well, feeling
Dan shudder every now and then. Jean moved to get some
water, drank, and offered Vadim the rest of the bottle,
who waved it away.
said Jean, sitting down heavily. "Fuck. Dan, you
" Dan breathed out, keeping his eyes closed
for a while longer. Nothing moved, not even a twitch
in his body, until he cracked one eye open and coughed.
reached out and found the bottle, pulling it close.
"There." He lay back, too, grinning to himself
and at nothing in particular, while Vadim simply rested.
Not moving, either, not even caressing Dan, who managed
to bring the bottle to his lips, taking a few mouthfuls,
despite his usual ranting against drinking whisky straight
from the bottle.
such a slut, Dan", said Jean, voice tender.
grinned, his hand finding Vadim's head, stroking the
short hair, causing Vadim to look up and smile.
take that as a compliment, Frenchie."
is. Fuck. That was
hot." Jean managed, finally,
to shed the jacket and the shirt, and rubbed his chest
thoughtfully. "No idea what it takes to be so good
at cocksucking, but you're clearly far better than I
could ever hope to be."
that something you aspire to, Jean?" asked Vadim.
grinned. "Hey. If I do it, I could at least try
to do it somewhat decently."
chuckled, which caused a twinge of discomfort from his
thoroughly fucked arse. "It's something that comes
naturally. You either got it or you don't." Dan
lifted his head to wink at Vadim. "I was utter
shit at my first one, but I learned quickly. Let Vadim
tell you about my speciality of giving head at knifepoint."
eyes widened somewhat, and he looked at Vadim.
he strung me up like a Christmas turkey, pulled down
my trousers, put his knife to my balls, and taught himself
cocksucking like that. It was
was laughing so hard, he gave up worrying about his
arse. "Oh shit," hiccupping with laughter,
he reached for the whisky bottle once more. "When
you put it like that, our whole past sounds like a fucking
comedy." Downing another couple of shots. He flopped
back down, hand stroking Vadim's neck. "Or what
about that first kiss? Only you could shoot me at the
same fucking time."
wanted to kiss him, but he was an enemy, so I made him
kneel, said something totally deranged
I don't quite remember, but I wasn't quite sane at that
and I needed to give him an alibi for being
there. It was complex. I couldn't just let him go, he'd
survived our ambush - and that wasn't good for him,
would have made him look like a traitor. So I shot him
in the shoulder
The exact same one. And I kissed him, because fuck,
I was going insane for him at that point." Vadim
shook his head. "It's a very bloody, somewhat crazy
comedy, really. Dan fucked me up, I fucked him up, and
while torturing and wounding and cutting each other,
we discovered we were in love."
about sums it up." Dan shrugged, but despite his
grin his dark eyes betrayed a softness that no killer
should ever show in his face. "That one's his."
He tapped onto the scar from the bullet wound. "This
one's mine." Slipping his hand down to Vadim's
throat, he touched the cigarette burn at the hollow.
" gently stroking his fingertips
down Vadim's scarred back. "And he saved me from
this." Touching his own thigh, where the bullet
had hit him in the Mujahideen camp. "And the most
important ones are these." Smiling, he raised his
left biceps, showing off the 'V'. "Not for victory,
but for Vadim. He cut it." And he pointed towards
Vadim's inner thigh, "and I cut 'mine'."
nodded, then looked at Vadim. "And you stupid fuck
are jealous of me? Look at him - no scar. None from
me, and I won't." He took the bottle and had another
big mouthful. "With all that stuff
no place for me between you guys." Running his
hand through Dan's hair, who looked up with a mocking
kissed Dan's biggest scar, the one on his stomach, that
testament of agony and a pledge that he - finally -
managed to honour. "No. I'm not jealous now."
I dare say there is a place for Jean between
us." Pausing for effect, Dan's grin grew into a
smirk, "I'm more than happy to swap places, and
I wouldn't mind pounding that virginal arse."
laughed, but was less than convinced. "I don't
mind a finger when you blow me, but a cock is
fucking big. I'm really not sure I want that. I mean,
I'm pretty sure I don't." He shrugged, apologetically.
that's alright, mate. I figured I'd never get to fuck
you." Dan shrugged, twisting to lean down to Vadim,
so he could murmur into his ear while wickedly grinning
up at Jean, "just as much as I vowed to you you'd
never get to fuck me
grinned back. "You think he'll get over it?"
bared his teeth in an evil grin and shrugged.
laughed, shedding the rest of his clothes. "I'm
serious. I am still getting my head around the cocksucking
part, which is already a leap for me. I'm not that
gay. You can tell me all you like that it feels good,
but it's really not something I can get into."
alright, whatever you say, Frenchie. I remember, a few
months ago, when you claimed you were straight as fuck.
That was before you caught the gay virus."
laughed. "You'll have to hope it keeps spreading."
up, Dan stretched to get a towel, used it to wipe his
arse, before wrapping it around his hips. "Anyway,
I can tell you one thing, the shitting of cum, after
you've been fucked without a condom, is not my favourite
part." He grinned as he stood up and found his
flip-flops. "You two behave while I'm off to the
loos." With that he unlocked the door and was gone.
laughed. "And there's that." He reached for
the bottle and drank some water. Jean accepted the bottle
after that. They both sat together in silence for a
while, until Vadim glanced at Jean. "I guess because
you were a friend while he hated me."
nodded. "Yeah, that would make sense. But that's
over now. You guys are back together, and that's fine
by me. Damn, it was causing me a headache, too. I mean,
two guys so obviously both in love, and still fucking
each other up. Granted, you did look like the bogeyman,
lay back. "Felt like it, too."
Jean lifted himself on an elbow. "Would you freak
if I kissed you?"
stared at him. "What? Why?"
I like it? Stupid question." Jean came closer,
blue eyes searching his. Vadim didn't get why Jean would
possibly want this, and he didn't feel the need to do
it. He didn't just run around kissing people, but Jean
was just a breath away.
bared his teeth, felt Jean's fingers on his chest, stroking
his nipples. "Scared of what, soldier?"
you might like it, too." Jean grinned. "Comrade
officer. What was it?"
Major Krasnorada. You must hate being a normal grunt
like everybody else."
leaned in closer and touched his lips to Vadim's, as
if expecting to be bitten, but it was a good touch,
a good sensation, even though it was still puzzling
for Vadim. Jean took his head, opened his lips, and
suddenly kissed him deeply, tenderly, with fucking emotion,
and Vadim couldn't help it, put an arm around the other
man and held him, while fully enjoying that kiss.
didn't hear how the door slowly opened, Dan coming back
too quietly. Dripping wet, he'd been to the shower block,
and was confronted with
something he had no words
for. Mirror images, almost, those two blond and blue-eyed
men, and yet the most opposite characters imaginable.
He stepped inside, trying to make no sound, and carefully
locked the door behind him as he stayed near the door,
grinning down at the tableau.
looked up, smiling, breaking the kiss that had left
Vadim dazed, relaxed, oddly, still feeling Jean's kiss
- Jean! Or whatever his real name was. No spite, no
anger, nothing left in Vadim, just pleasantly relaxed
right now, like Jean had drugged him somehow.
didn't touch him - much, honest", said Jean to
you've done, it seems to have an interesting effect."
Getting onto the mattress between them, Dan grinned
from one to the other. "I have a suggestion. What
about giving us old bastards an hour or two, and a possible
nap, and then more fucking? My arse is out, though."
Dan chuckled, "and since Jean's is a no-no as well,
I guess there is only one left
" baring his
teeth in a face-splitting grin, Dan looked pointedly
gazed back at Dan, then caught what that meant, and
looked at Jean, who grinned, and seemed to like the
idea. "Okay." His body liked the idea, too.
Damn, even he liked the idea, couldn't help it, just
knew after that kiss that it would be alright. Jean
was not mocking him, he meant it in his strange, funny
ways, there was some real emotion involved. Jean cared
about him, and about Dan, and wanted them, but wouldn't
toy with them. Despite all his mocking and piss-taking,
deep down, Jean was sincere. That was probably what
was behind that chatty, annoying good-natured mask that
he showed the rest of the world. "Both of you?"
you let us?" Dan smiled. There were always options,
and they'd simply choose the right ones together. Dropping
his voice, Dan got down onto the mattress and crawled
close while throwing the soggy towel into yet another
corner. "If I fuck you first
I could suck
you off while Jean shags you. I am sure Jean won't mind
fucking into another man's cum
closed his eyes, nodding silently because he didn't
quite trust his voice, reaching for Dan to pull him
down, while Jean gave a small laugh. "No, I don't.
Did it before
pulled Dan close, resting at his side, chest to chest,
didn't mind that Jean pushed up against Dan from the
other side. Jean's chest against Dan's back, Jean's
arm across Dan's body, his hand touching Vadim's abs,
stroking him with his fingertips, nothing more.
part of the problem was that
him, too", said Vadim, tonelessly near Dan's ear,
knowing Jean could still hear him.
can imagine." Dan murmured, lips close to Vadim's.
His arm on Vadim's hip, their chests, groins and legs
touching, while his back was covered by Jean. "Who
wouldn't." He grinned while rubbing his face against
Vadim's. "But whatever happened between you two,
that's past. All that shit is past. We can start with
friendship tonight, aye?"
said Vadim, and part expected another joke from the
other guy, but Jean merely laughed.
we be friends after I fuck him? That's the way things
go, isn't it? You end up in bed together, and then you
realise you actually like the other guy. Happens every
asshole", said Vadim, smiling tiredly.
that thought", Jean shot back, nuzzling
against Dan's neck. "Only it's the other way round,
would be your arsehole, not you arsehole."
Grammar lesson", said Jean, laughing again. He
stretched to angle for the covers, but it was a bit
of shifting necessary before he'd covered all three
of them, at least halfway, and Vadim dozed off in that
embrace, the alcohol dulling his senses, and the sex
had so deeply relaxed him that he hardly noticed how
he slipped away, all the time being kissed by Dan, until
he, too, was drifting off.
woke a few short hours later with the uncomfortable
feeling of a very full bladder. Finding himself enveloped
by heat - as usual he was spooning Vadim, but this time
he got more-or-less spooned himself by Jean, lying in
the middle between the two men. Grinning sleepily to
himself, he did his damn best to extricate himself from
the bodies, without waking either of them. It was still
pitch dark and when he glanced at his watch after a
rigorous rubbing of his eyes, it was not even 4 AM yet.
Plenty of time before the camp would wake. Vadim murmured
something in his sleep and rolled over the moment Dan
left, Dan found his towel and flip flops, making his
way to the loos as quietly as he could.
he came back, the picture had changed. Vadim lay there,
on his back, arms stretched out left and right, the
back of his right hand touching the ground near the
mattress, head turned to the side, lips nearly touching
Jean's hair, as the Legionnaire was lying with his head
on Vadim's outstretched arm, with some - if not much
space between their bodies.
shook his head, murmuring under his breath, "greedy
bastard", and he smiled. Getting rid of towel and
flip-flops, the lapis lazuli beads around his wrist
clinking faintly with the movements, he paused to take
a better look at the picture before him. In the almost
dark, illuminated barely by one of the flood lights
that threw a stream of light through the small window
high up. Hardly enough to see more than fairly indistinguishable
features. Two heads with blond hair, two muscular bodies.
One slightly less impressive than the other. They could
be twins, Dan thought, at least in this light.
longer he looked, the more the thought of twins travelled
from his mind to his cock. Nice thought, damn nice thought
in fact, better than going back to sleep. He quietly
lowered himself onto the mattress, this time to Vadim's
other side, dropping his hand between Vadim's legs,
lightly caressing the smoothly shaved cleft, while studying
the perfect body in the darkness. The longer he lay,
head propped up on his elbow, the hornier he got. Two
men, one arse, and damn, he wanted it.
responded, still mostly asleep, shifting his legs slightly
as he hardened, moving towards the touch, waking more,
and pulling free from Jean who lay there, undisturbed.
Vadim woke enough to smile slightly, looking at Dan
in the gloom. His hands went to Dan's chest, and his
lips tasted of sleep as he kissed Dan, with little focus,
but clear interest.
smiled into the kiss, didn't say anything, reached over
Vadim to the tub of Vaseline instead. He managed to
open it in silence, guiding Vadim with his hands, making
him turn so he lay with his back to him, while his hand
kept caressing Vadim's arm, hip and flank.
turned, and became aware of Jean. Shit. Jean asleep.
Jean. But if they were silent. He moved back against
Dan, reached for him, horny himself, wanting this, and
it was odd to feel Dan's hands on him, pushing the grease
inside, getting him ready while seeing Jean no more
than an arm's length away, peacefully asleep. The Legionnaire
looked young and innocent, but most of all, he was fucking
silent for once, which was certainly an improvement
to his usual babble. Vadim grinned at that, thought
he didn't mind Jean all that much after last night.
the back of Vadim's neck, Dan's lips ghosted along the
jaw line, across one ear, while settling into the right
position. Embracing Vadim, bodies so close, not a hand
could fit between them, and Vadim guided Dan's cock.
The same tender, slow way of 'making love' instead of
fucking, which was reserved for Vadim and Vadim alone.
On their sides, spooning, the angle barely enough to
give pleasure to both. Dan's breathing seemed loud in
the night, when he entered and rocked himself deeper
and further. Vadim closed his eyes, fully concentrating
on the feeling of Dan so close, his lust a strong, steady
fire, no madness, no rush, suppressing a moan with a
hiss as Dan got deeper, curving his back to get more
of that length inside, as much as anatomically possible.
Rocking in an answer to Dan's motions, baring his throat.
Jean was forgotten.
that was, he opened his eyes briefly and saw Jean lie
there, on his side, facing him, eyes open, and very
much awake. Jean's lips curved into a smile at the moment
of recognition, and he shook his head, as if saying
'Never mind me', which made Vadim's heart jump in his
studied Vadim's face, that lust, knowing exactly what
Dan was doing behind him, which made that massive body
shudder and coil with lust, while Vadim remained remarkably
silent, even though his eyes burned with emotion, with
need, his face twitching every time Dan moved. Jean
leisurely moved his hand, baring Vadim's body, which
had been half-covered by the blanket, a subtle motion,
eyes travelling down the muscular front, the abs and
Vadim's impressive erection that was clearly neglected.
Jean's fingertips touched Vadim's cock, ran along the
underside of it, silky and hot, making Vadim groan.
He closed his hand around the cock, moved closer and
only offered tightness, no motion, no pumping, knowing
full well that Vadim would have to move to fuck himself
and get anywhere.
sound of Vadim's voice got Dan out of his almost delirious
state, lifting his head while he kept the small rocking
motions up. "No
" to Jean, "we
" before he shifted his angle,
hitting deeper and increasing the intensity of his smooth
thrusts. He was getting closer, and yet a long way still
laughed silently and let go of Vadim, showing both hands
as a sign of 'innocence' - only that Jean and 'innocence'
didn't really belong in the same thought. He still moved
closer, pressing his body against Vadim's, and before
Vadim could protest or curse, Jean's lips were locked
to his. The Legionnaire just assuming he granted permission,
and fuck, he did, because Jean kissed with skill and
passion, never mind the games he played, being pressed
against one body and fucked felt fantastic. Jean suddenly
holding him and grinding against him, his cock noticeably
hardening against Vadim's abs, but there was no urgency,
at least not from Jean. Vadim felt Dan shift again and
groaned, finding himself cling to Jean who stroked and
kissed him, but did nothing else, just fanning the fire.
Vadim pushed back against Dan, wanted to beg to be fucked
harder, but Jean's lips were always in the way, the
bastard very skilfully increasing his need.
laughed and groaned breathlessly, one sound bleeding
into the next. Resistance of Vadim's body against Jean,
making it all the better, as if he could go on forever,
almost. Feeling the intensity of being inside Vadim,
the heat and the friction, and the responses, as they
reached his brain and cock with every tiny sound. Trying
to watch Jean kissing Vadim, but the image too overpowering,
making him want to speed up and cater to Vadim's impatient
felt the pressure build up, tensed, but no way he could
come like this, not ever, too slow, not quite getting
him there, and he broke Jean's kiss, just needed to
breathe. Felt Jean hold him, run his hand though his
hair with an odd intense tenderness, and grin at him,
but he himself could do nothing but pant, groan, knowing
even that if he begged, Dan would just keep going. "T..."
touch me, was what he wanted to say, but could hardly
form words, instead reaching for Dan's hips and trying
to pull him closer, again telling him wordlessly to
speed up - or at least get him over the edge, lend a
hand. He was getting desperate, and Jean laughed softly
into his ear. "Try and relax. Enjoy it ..."
... you", breathed Vadim, and grinned to take the
sting out, arching again which made Jean nip at his
throat, a hand running over his abs, but never touching
his cock. "Please."
Dan groaned out in his back. Speeding up at last, but
only for the most selfish reasons. Only to get off himself,
to reach the point where he could crash over. Never
touching anything but Vadim's hips, even when he changed
the angle again, to have more leverage. "Not done
with you yet!" The last pressed out when
he suddenly let lose, thrust faster, harder, using Vadim's
body to fuck himself to his orgasm, while never allowing
anything in return.
lips opened, a choked sound came out, and he felt Jean
embrace him, hold him, but at the same time moving away
a little so he wasn't pressed up that much, not enough
to get anywhere himself, but the thrusts were what he
needed, needed badly, but still not enough. It would
take the thought of a touch to set him off now, and
he tensed, clenched when Dan came inside him, trying
so hard to cum. Couldn't. A groan of frustration as
he reached for his own cock, needing to come, but Jean,
laughing tonelessly, held his hands, pushed them away.
was panting, trying to catch his breath, and pulling
out within seconds of cumming. They weren't done yet,
oh no, his Russkie was to be savoured. Rolling off and
onto his back, Dan got onto his knees, hands in Vadim's
back, neck, touching all the time, leaning down to kiss
and lick sweat off heated skin. "Remember what
you agreed to
" murmured, before he moved
out of the way.
turn then", said Jean, taking Vadim's legs and
turning him onto his back. Vadim was so dizzy with need
that he just let it happen, even though in the grey
light of morning he could see only too well what was
happening - would happen. Jean moved between his legs,
straightened one of them, pushed the other knee up and
turned it to the side, opening him up again, and all
Vadim could think was that that might get him there,
it might be enough to finally, blissfully, please cum.
was Dan's turn, then, to kneel beside Vadim's chest,
head down, and watching. Jean, then back to Vadim's
face, watching every reaction, while his hand roamed
across abs and chest, never touching the cock, but playing
with nipples instead.
you want my cock?" asked Jean, smiling.
found it near impossible to breathe, and nodded. He
did. He wanted to cum more, but he hoped Jean would
prove more merciful than Dan. Probably not the most
sensible thing to hope.
kissed his knee. "Do you want me?"
now, was an altogether different question. Cock or the
man. Vadim gritted his teeth. "Don't fucking play
Jean moved closer, while Dan chuckled huskily under
his breath. Jean positioned himself lazily, and Vadim
felt himself tense involuntarily. But not with revulsion.
With greed. Greed that was worsened when Jean reached
and found a condom in his suit trousers and rolled it
down over his cock. Oh fuck.
The right answer, because he was rewarded with cock.
Jean moved forward, sliding in, which was the good news,
but the bad news was that Jean seemed fully controlled.
Vadim's hands formed into tight fists as his body tried,
again, to cum, his cock twitching and weeping, but he
just didn't get that hair's breadth of stimulation that
" Dan murmured, when he tore himself
away from the sight of Jean's cock embedded in Vadim's
body. Vadim: his. Fucked by another man. His, his own,
and damn, this was plunging him into meltdown: to witness
his Russkie getting fucked. "We'll take care of
" Shifting to look into Vadim's eyes,
which were feverish, not entirely rational anymore,
some of the usual clarity having been lost. Smiling,
but despite the tender words, Dan was taking hold of
Vadim's wrists, pulling the arms up and pinning them
down over his head. At first Vadim was too tense to
be moved like that, not actual resistance, just his
body so taut that it refused to be manhandled, but his
hands clung to Dan's, stretching the body out in the
process, an offering to the other man, all stretched
and taut muscles, gleaming, sweat covered skin, and
the dark red, weeping cock.
care of you
later." Dan kissed Vadim, in
the most agonisingly tender way.
kissed like his life depended on it, feeling suddenly
how Jean began to move, fuck him slowly at first, and
lust and frustration increased again. Unable to do anything
but take it, trying hard to not cry out every time Jean
fucked him just right, knowing he had arrived at his
limits, the limits of what he could bear. Drenched in
sweat, arousal now painful, but, again, just held in
check by pure lust as intoxicating as anything he'd
ever felt. Jean, mercifully, thankfully, graciously,
didn't keep the control up, instead speeding up, deep,
powerful thrusts with a lot of his strength in every
one, and Vadim could see Jean's eyes, his face, knowing
by instinct that Jean was relishing to be able to use
his strength, could probably feel his body respond and
resist, and how his body clenched again and again, trying
to reach orgasm. At least that was what he thought when
Jean pulled back a little, a smooth motion, like he'd
thrust back in harder. Instead, Jean stopped. Froze.
Didn't move a muscle. Vadim stared at him, saw Jean
grin at him, then look at Dan, a positively wicked grin,
and something inside gave up resistance, as he accepted
that he had no power. No need, no reason, no chance
nodded, a small movement, and only then did Jean take
up his rhythm again, fucking him harder and faster,
excruciating at this point, a deep, painful soreness
worked into Vadim's body, but he still wasn't able to
cum. If he'd ever known it could be used to reduce him
to a sweat-soaked, shuddering wreck ... But Jean did
speed up, thrusting hard and fast and deep now, clearly
not holding back, and the shudders became permanent,
the tautness, impossible to relax, breathe, and Vadim
knew he was making sounds, but nothing registered, no
clear thought, no emotion, absolutely nothing.
that intensified, when Dan finally moved away from his
lips, jaw line, throat, moving down, and further down,
between the pecs, where sweat gathered, lapping up the
salt, and further down, along the abs, until he finally
reached the cock. Stalling, before he finally parted
his lips and pushed his head down, sucking down the
entire length of Vadim's cock.
gave a laugh, a strangled, sexy sound, and thrust harder
as he felt Vadim go through another of those deep, powerful
shudders, crying out as he came in an orgasm that doubtlessly
killed a lot of brain cells. The way it sounded, that
was seriously painful, and he thrust hard and vicious,
coming deeply inside Vadim at the sight of Dan swallowing,
bent over his lover's cock and sucking him dry. He pulled
away, put Vadim's leg down and stroked heated, sweaty
skin. Vadim was still shuddering uncontrollably, lying
flat, stretched out like a slaughtered victim. Mind-blowing
to see them together, and Jean pulled away slightly,
to do away with the condom, and not sure if tenderness
was welcome or accepted, feeling now that the way Vadim
reached for Dan - unfocussed, weak - showed more about
them than he was really privy to know.
followed the touch, laving the spent cock clean, before
moving back up to Vadim's face, smiling, no wickedness
now. Just sated tenderness. Hands cupping the face,
as he leant down, kissing gently, while Jean stood,
legs weak, to find water and something to clean up.
Eventually found a towel and two bottles of water. He
wiped some of his sweat off, then drank, pleased with
himself, relaxed. "Be back in a little", he
murmured, but neither man acknowledged him, then picked
up his bundle of clothes, heading off to the loos and
shower. First to his hut to get the basic items of clothing
- wifebeater, camo trousers, flip-flops, and was lucky
nobody else seemed awake yet.
moved only his lips, and hardly those, still catching
his breath. Weak, tired, sated, he curled up on his
side, breathing, and smelling Dan's skin close. Bone
weary, every muscle in his body vibrating with tiredness
and exertion, feeling that soreness in his ass, sticky
and disgusting, if he could bring himself to care. He
couldn't, but Dan did for him. Leaving him after another
kiss, getting a towel to clean him up, while Vadim just
lay there, passive, and couldn't forget the glance exchanged
between Jean and Dan, Dan granting permission when Jean
had paused. No. Couldn't have been that. Or was it?
Confused, but sated on so many levels, unable to do
more than lie there.
Dan murmured, moving behind him to spoon once more.
The grey light of early morning was slowly intensifying,
but he didn't give a damn if it was night or day. "Regret
your agreement?" He chuckled softly, kissing Vadim's
neck, holding him in a tight embrace.
needed a moment just to muster the strength to speak.
"No. Don't ... think so. D'you?"
not a second." Murmured, lips close to skin, Dan
fished for the blanket. Morning or not, they'd get some
more shut-eye, too sated and bone-weary in the best
possible way. "Watching you getting fucked
it just about blew my mind."
... many who do that. Fuck me. Few."
and it's a shame." Dan trailed off, leaving the
cryptic remark out in the open.
closed his eyes, resting, relaxing against Dan, head,
legs, everything in between touching, now under the
covers preserving some of that heat. "He ... kissed
me, too." Even fewer who'd done that. How strange.
" Dan smiled, "he's good at that."
Adding after a few kisses of his own, "did you
Vadim smiled softly into the kissing. "Like he
... like he means it, yes?"
don't think he does it in any other way." Dan yawned,
stretching as best as he could before spooning even
closer. "Don't think there is any other
way to kiss." Murmuring, once he had shuffled into
the perfect sleeping position, "kissing as if one's
life depended on it."
... thought." Vadim was dozing off as well, only
mildly roused again by Jean returning and locking the
door. Dan looked up, but said nothing, and when Jean
entered the bed, his hair was still damp and he smelt
of citrusy shower gel and water, clean.
there", said Jean softly and slipped under the
same cover. "Hope you don't mind ... my hut's a
bit lonely after this."
yourself." Dan smiled, even wriggled his hips in
an invitation to Jean to move closer. Nothing would
part him from Vadim, but having someone, a friend, like
Jean, added to the intimacy? He would never say no.
Too drowsy to do so anyway. "Wake me tonight
do." Jean moved close enough to touch and draw
warmth, and placed a kiss between Dan's shoulder blades,
a tame notion after what they'd done before, but nevertheless
heartfelt. "Door's locked. Good night."
day." Dan breathed out, before falling asleep.
Ignoring the sounds of a waking camp and the voices
of men all around him. Nothing existed, except for dreams,
and warmth. Shared with two men.