1991, the Persian Gulf
Dan had been in a frightfully good mood since the previous
morning. The camp was almost deserted, except for a
few diehards like him and Vadim - who were all too keen
on earning absolute shitloads over the holidays, while
everyone else went back to their homelands. Whistling
to himself, he had finished packing his bag, lighting
a cigarette while looking at Vadim. "Ready for
mean Father Frost?" Vadim answered, setting the
last of the polished boots down.
Father Frost, Santa, whoever. All the same." Dan
straightened, feeling that his lower back had locked
up again, and he stood, slowly rolling his back, betraying
the stiffness. "Okay. What will it be, then?"
do you mean? If you hope for gifts, forget it, it's
not really a shopper's paradise around here, is it?"
looked at him ironically. "Well. We could kidnap
that horrible plastic tree from the Mess, but the CO
is rather fond of it, so that's a no." He put the
rag and polish away, then pointed at Dan's boots so
Dan would put them away. "And any sleds with reindeers
would get shot down because they don't have a security
laughed while moving the boots, managing to smoke at
the same time. "I could get myself a Santa hat
and wear nothing but the red and white bobbled thing
over my John Thomas. Would that cheer you up?"
looked at him. "Am I not cheerful?" He paused
for a moment, thinking about it, and didn't believe
he'd sounded particularly bitter or angry.
you are, but that's a saying, you know? Cheer up and
be merry." Turning round, Dan picked up the bottles
of booze - good booze - that he'd managed to acquire,
and packed them on top of his bag." Got everything?
Food, plenty of it, booze, and KY?" He was grinning
from ear to ear, the scar in his face twisting.
extended a leg, touching his boot to his packed bergan.
"Yes. Of course. Ever ready, as the saying goes."
He reached for the bergan and hoisted it up on his shoulder.
"Truth be told, I'm ready for a rest. Well. Afterwards.
This is such a depressing place in winter."
remember we're going to New Zealand in spring, smack
bang into their autumn. Money's a good thing at the
moment, I need to check in what state the farm is in."
I know, have been keeping my pay together for that,
too." Not that he had huge expenses. There was
precious little to buy, and what did he want to get
that he'd only have to leave behind? Work was cheap
in Kiwiland, so Vadim had heard from a former serviceman
from that country, and their combined pay should be
good enough to get a lot of things done.
his own pack onto his back, Dan grinned. "And two
days and nights in the safe house, away from it all,
is almost as good as a holiday, aye?"
need much more to rest up", Vadim murmured. "Sex
and sleep and food will be a nice change of rhythm."
He followed, then locked the door behind them.
the way out of camp, there was hardly a soul in sight.
Jean was already off to France - he and Pascal had left
the same day, and just Jean's absence made this place
seem pretty empty.
finished his fag before they reached the camp gates,
exchanging a few words with the soldier on duty. The
general consensus was that they'd be breaking up camp
rather sooner than later, and that the mercs wouldn't
be needed any more, at least not around this area. Dan
nodded, glanced at Vadim, and shrugged. Plenty of places
to go to, and he was used to never calling anywhere
his home - except for the mountains and sky.
soon reached the town, meandering through the streets,
but without the need to cover their tracks or take any
particular care, when they arrived at the safe house.
"You got the key?" Dan asked.
reached into his pocket and pulled it out. "Aye."
He handed Dan the key, standing back, casting a glance
over his shoulder. Being secure and feeling secure would
always be two different things in his world, and the
latter almost unattainable these days, unless he lay
at Dan's side, his view unimpeded. Or out in the open,
something like a booby trapped cave, or an embassy,
and even then, always an unspoken queasiness about his
was making a quip at Vadim as he entered, his head craned
back. Stopping mid-sentence when a noise registered.
A groan, harsh breathing, then a yelp of pain and the
moment he whipped his head around, he was confronted
with a body throwing itself from the bed, onto the floor,
in the motion grabbing a weapon that had been close.
Taking cover, and aiming the pistol at him, but Dan
was already on the ground himself, hadn't had time to
warn Vadim, as he threw bag, bergan and body half-way
down the stairs.
had been a step behind, following inside, 'bringing
up the rear', and locked the door. That was when he
heard something. Human. And frantic motion, and he was
down faster than any thought had registered. Rolling
to the side, away from any line of sight and line of
fire. "What the fuck?" he grunted, and then
"Dan? See anything?"
Was heard from the ground, inside the room, and then
an utterly desperate groan from the bed at the opposite
fuck, fuck!" In a different voice to the
first one, from the bed as well.
when Dan raised his head, peering inside. "Matt?"
Damn, he knew that voice, especially that groan. Turning
towards Vadim, he gestured wildly, "I think
he didn't have to finish the sentence, because the guy
on the ground stood up, shielding the bed with his body
as he did so. Lowering the weapon. Standing stark naked
and with a flagging hard-on, the condom hanging from
the circumcised head.
The voice commented dryly, only a hint of huskiness
gave proof to what he had been doing, a few seconds
stood, still looking around, feeling his pulse drop
slowly back to normal. He leaned against the wall, door
frame covering him, and looked inside. Focused on the
man with the gun as he got an overview of the situation
in the room. The dark haired guy with the condom wasn't
Matt. So the guy on the bed was Matt, and since Matt
had keys to the safe house, had brought himself some
entertainment. Damn fine, dangerous entertainment. Vadim
studied the man, all muscle, all tendons, physically
perfect, as athletic as they came. "Only that we're
not", said Vadim, moving into the doorframe.
had scrambled up to sit on the doorstep, shaking his
head. "Fuck, that was close."
guy with the weapon opened his mouth, when the other
voice interrupted. "I don't give a shit about welcome,
close, or whatever the fuck." Matt rolled onto
his side, half hidden behind the other's naked body,
only his head and chest visible. Face was flushed, covered
with a sheen of sweat, with an expression that was everything
but happy. His voice breathless, and the way he slung
an arm around the other guy's thighs, hand tugging at
the hip, left no doubt as to what had been happening.
"I need to fucking cum!"
stared at both, eyes - as usual - hidden behind the
shades, and he was close to bursting into laughter.
This was too fucking hilarious. He glanced at Vadim
and winked. "Hey, Hooch, want us to leave for an
studied Matt, and 'Hooch', as it were, and now the smell
of sex hit his nostrils, never mind all the signs of
it: the sweat, the arousal, and Matt's comical exasperation.
Seemed Dan had been screwing with this guy, too, so
everybody in the room was well acquainted on some level,
but running into each other was still funny. "Don't
think it would take that long", said Vadim, in
yourselves." The man drawled as he placed the weapon
beside the pillow. Discarding the condom, he lowered
himself down onto the bed. Matt was lying on his back,
now stretching his legs while reaching for Hooch, who
made no attempt at returning to what he had been doing
before. Instead casting one last glance at the newcomers,
seemingly deciding they were safe, before sliding down
Matt's body, who seemed completely taken by surprise,
when he took Matt's hard cock into his mouth. Without
a sound and no further hesitation.
felt his guts tighten at the image, both men just so
perfect, and that Hooch going about it with clear skill.
They were dismissed as not dangerous, nothing felt like
it was set up for their pleasure, they were simply not
deemed a reason to stop with what they'd been doing.
And watching those lips take cock wasn't half bad.
grinned. "Want me to introduce you? You already
know Matt, Jarhead. And that's Hooch, Delta. Not that
they give a fuck at the moment."
American super-soldiers with a very unfortunate track
record of being sent out into the deepest shit Uncle
Sam got himself into. The equivalent of spetsnaz, SAS,
and, yeah, a whole lot of other special forces. Matt,
while a decent enough soldier, shared the room with
three killers. One of them sucking his cock. Vadim came
a bit closer, but remained standing at the wall, feeling
lust well up, just from the faint sounds and Matt's
got up from his sitting position and slung the bergan
onto the floor. Right beside one of the two chairs,
which were the only furniture in the room apart from
a low table and the fairly comfortable bed. Looking
at Vadim, he shrugged and sat down on the chair, staring
straight at the bed, as if the show had been put on
just for his viewing pleasure.
a drink?" To Vadim, as he angled for his pack.
"It's Christmas soon, after all."
nodded, his mouth had gone dry, and it was hard to not
look at either of them. Or both. "Yes. I need a
drink." He looked at Hooch, who reminded him of
Dan, back in Afghanistan. Before his hair had grown
out of control, and before that scar on his belly; younger,
fiercer, more silent, closed up, too.
the bed, Matt was breathing harshly, then tilted his
head backwards and closed his eyes, oblivious to the
others in the room.
poured a couple of generous shots of good whisky into
the tin mugs, and handed one to Vadim, never taking
his eyes off the Jarhead and the Delta. Taking a draught,
he leaned closer, put the mug down, and pulled the long
sleeved shirt off his body. Sitting with his legs crossed,
Dan leaned back, slouched, chest bare, working on finishing
just tossed the whisky back - the situation demanded
too much of his attention to savour it. He could have
been drinking moonshine, it wouldn't have made a difference,
and Vadim was pretty sure Dan wouldn't berate him for
it. He cast his eyes towards the bed, couldn't help
but watch, the situation so very odd, especially looking
at Dan, savouring both whisky and the view. He set the
bergan down, still leaning against the wall, noticing
everything about Matt.
sounds Matt made were guttural. As suppressed as any
soldier's, until his hips bucked up and one low groan
escaped, coming from somewhere deep inside his body.
His whole body jerked, fists twisting into the blankets,
obviously cumming, while the Delta was just as obviously
taking the orgasm in stride and swallowing Matt's cum,
something that twisted and tightened Vadim's guts more.
The Delta took it like a pro. Even waiting until he
could clean the spent cock in one slow movement, before
he lifted his head. Looking at the spaced-out kid, there
was tension in Hooch's back, which only now became obvious.
Now, that he sat without movement, back to the room.
what about you?" Dan suddenly asked, finishing
off his whisky.
shivered, crossed his arms in front of his chest, unsure
what to do or say. These men were Dan's lovers, not
his, but right now, he was too aroused to care. Delta.
A fucking American. He hardly dared to breathe, not
sure how the guy would react, but Dan knew him and probably
approached him right.
turned his head, one hand still on Matt's thigh, who
was stirring, but too sluggish after the come-down to
do more than breathing. "What do you offer?"
glanced at Vadim as he stood up, a broad grin on his
face. "Not my arse." Re-enacting their first
Delta's lips quirked into a miniature grin of his own.
was opening his belt, pulled it out of the loops, and
dropped it. Opened button and zip. "Mind being
shrugged, didn't seem he gave a damn. He turned round
to sit on the edge of the bed, while Matt rose enough
to roll onto his side.
pushed his trousers down and bent over to undo his bootlaces,
giving Vadim a perfect view onto his arse. "Cocks?"
nodded after a second and stood up, while Matt got himself
together enough to sit. Sated and entirely at ease,
despite Vadim's closeness.
out of the boots, Dan pulled the trousers and socks
off, stood naked. His cock was mildly interested, as
he regarded the Delta from head to toe. He nodded, appreciating
the view. Good body, and the other knew it, there was
no doubt. They stood close. No more than a hand between
them. Assessing each other in silence.
sat down, blindly reaching for the chair. Dan. He'd
imagined - well, torturously so - Dan with others, had
seen him with Matt, with Jean, but that was an entirely
different calibre. He wasn't jealous, strangely not,
this was all nice and relaxed, 'at ease', as they called
it, but he couldn't deny the impact it had on his body.
All of it. Dan's panache, the ease with which the Delta
operated, no urgency despite the sex. Two men seizing
each other up, same thing on their minds. It was getting
hot, and he shed the parka, blindly, unable to take
his eyes from them. If he squinted and blurred the lines,
they were mirror images of each other, like past and
future, drawn together right here and now. Vadim just
the older man, finally reached for the other, stepping
closer. Tilting his head, he was met with a minute hesitation,
before the Delta's head angled as well, accepting and
returning the kiss. Two men, both dark, ten years between
them. Killers, one mellowed, the other as much on edge
as a blade in a soldier's hand. Kissing with intensity,
no time for preliminaries, no need for niceties. Hands
on each other's bodies, pressed close, hips pushing
and meeting in fierce grips.
moved off the bed, staring at both, just as much as
Vadim did, and found himself the other chair. Both of
the kissing, groping men seemed oblivious, but the sureness
with which they steered themselves to the bed, moved
and lowered gave proof that neither had let their guard
until they lay side by side, facing each other, and
all of a sudden Dan and Hooch turned into no holds barred.
Making barely a sound, but each of their touches was
intense, fingers gripping, hands merciless and bodies
uncompromising. Teeth attacking, lips devoured, and
the strength and vicious power with which their hips
ground their cocks against each other's looked nothing
knew this well, knew Dan's fierceness like that, could
feel every motion echo in his body, which reacted, demanding
attention, too, every grinding movement making him more
breathless. Muscles in his body pulled taut; he wanted
- wanted to take part in this, but the way Dan focused
on Hooch indicated this was for two men, not three.
He wasn't welcome there, and he wasn't sure whether
he could actually join, and he hesitated. Being watched,
and having a complete stranger ... and at the same time,
he wanted to touch and bite too, trust or no trust,
shame or not. He glanced over to Matt, nothing but a
flicker of a gaze, with the kid looking on as if he
was watching cartoons - with rapt attention. Vadim reached
for the bottle to do anything that wasn't wanking, wondered
why he didn't, but truth was, he didn't want to bare
himself so much. Felt very much the guest.
fierceness intensified, and so did the speed and the
recklessness, yet neither man made a sound except for
their harsh breathing. As if neither could give in,
nor back down, and it seemed they were fighting each
other rather than getting each other off. Yet suddenly,
both bodies tensed, taut lines of hard muscles beneath
skin, as hips came down brutally and hands gripped so
hard, they'd bruise lesser bodies. Teeth found skin
and their movements became erratic, cumming with cocks
trapped, mindlessly humping and grinding against the
let go and rolled onto his back first. Groin and chest
sticky, eyes closed, one arm thrown across his chest,
he breathed into the come-down.
was Hooch who lifted his head after no more than a few
seconds, looking straight at Vadim, not even blinking.
throat tightened. Two. The Delta had brought off two
men and was now aiming at number three. Him. He couldn't
speak, throat too dry, too fucking aroused at seeing
Dan cum. There was a 'no thanks' and it was a lie, ridiculous
under these circumstances. 'I'm alright' was the other
lie. Vadim looked at Dan, who might have heard the offer,
or didn't care, more likely. Delta. Spetsnaz. Did it
come down to regimental pride? Not be intimidated by
the enemy? He met the gaze then, as Dan didn't react
much, and gave the faintest nod.
Delta moved off the bed, too damn smooth for someone
who'd fucked, then blown, then ground into another's
body like a man possessed. Wiped cursorily at his chest
and groin, as if he couldn't be bothered by the mess.
He stood, close to Vadim, before moving even closer,
so that Vadim had to open his legs, allow the naked
body to step between his knees, and get onto the floor.
Kneeling between his thighs, and despite it being winter,
Vadim began to sweat. The Delta just did it. He really
just did it. He couldn't take his eyes off the man,
all that smooth confidence, and he could do nothing,
not move, just accept what was coming.
didn't say a word, just reached for Vadim's fly, opened
the belt, button and zip, pulled the fly apart, pushed
down briefs, found a cock that was hard and twitched
beneath his hand, and Vadim trembled, too aroused to
play it cool. All the time Hooch kept his eyes on Vadim's
face instead of on his hands. Working blindly. Still
nothing, no sound, no reaction. Until finally, one corner
of his lips quirked up in the same miniature grin he'd
given Dan, and he lowered his head, sucked the cock
between his lips, and proceeded to give head as professionally
as a high class whore.
let a groan escape; different man, different way to
do this. Alien, but good, it was forever since he'd
had a blowjob from anybody not Dan, yeah, Gavriil, or
Platon, fuck, the heat, the arrogance, and the motherfucking
skill. His hands formed fists, pressed to his side,
he didn't want to touch Hooch, and still wanted to.
Body tightening up, knotting his guts, his tendons,
and another groan came out, and before long he was panting,
the Delta just perfect, fierce, obviously loving it.
"C-close", he croaked, not sure he'd get included
in the circle of guys that Hooch swallowed. He reached
up, touched Hooch's shoulder, hot skin, the man glowing
with heat, like a piece of desert. Touched the side
of his neck where muscles rolled, and tendons stood
out under the smooth skin, and he bucked up, so fucking
Hooch didn't let up, didn't acknowledge Vadim's warning,
instead increased his effort. Deeper, harder, and more
reckless. Sucking Vadim off, without giving any chance
to pull back.
eyes on Hooch's bare back, Dan's gaze flicking to Vadim's
face and heaving chest, and Matt's eyes fixed onto each
and every of Hooch's movements.
was too far gone to feel watched, the universe was centred
in his groin, and he came, the orgasm painfully intense,
eyes closed as he came, teeth bared like he was in pain.
Face flushed, sweating, breathless, no thought left,
all paled and seared away with the force of the sensation.
Only then, slowly recovering his senses, his eyes opened.
Something didn't make sense. Why would Hooch do that
- he was obviously spent, and happily so. Sex always
was about something mutual, unless it was the kind of
sex that he no longer wanted. Or only wanted when that
darkness rose up. Right now, there was no darkness,
just breathless astonishment. "Why ... did you
shrugged, licking his lips as he sat back on his heels.
Regarding Vadim in silence, Vadim's eyes meeting his
with that same, astonished expression. The silence was
broken by Dan, who waved a hand negligently from across
the bed, laconically introducing, "Vadim, Hooch.
Hooch, Vadim. Spetsnaz, Delta. Delta, Spetsnaz."
Which caused Matt to grin and Hooch's lips to quirk
once more, before he stood up, still between Vadim's
nodded, tucked himself back in, the only guy in the
room who was now pretty much dressed, and stood as well.
He offered a hand, still meeting that unwavering gaze.
He didn't feel threatened - fuck, giving a blowjob was
usually not a way to open hostilities - but Hooch seemed
very ready, very prepared. "Whatever reason you
did it, thanks." Glancing over to Dan and now fully
aware he'd been watched. By his lover. Eyes again returning
Delta's shoulder went up again, in his customary shrug
as he shook Vadim's hand. "Pay me back some other
nodded. Now the world made sense again, but there was
the thought that there would be another time. This was,
then, not a singular occurrence, not an accident. He
owed the Delta one, and that was a strange feeling,
but logical. "Ok." Never mind his guts tightened
at the promise, or threat, or deal. Deal.
held the hand for one moment longer, before he let go
and turned away, looking from Matt to Dan and back again,
before pointing at the bottle with a questioningly raised
grinned and nodded, behaving as if nothing had happened.
"Sure, there's enough for everyone, Vadim and I
were going to have a Christmas party, but I guess the
party has already started." He poured the drinks,
laughed at Vadim's state of dress, while the three of
them remained naked, and listened to Matt telling them
about going home for Christmas in three days - which
took him approximately four sentences, and Hooch reporting
he'd be off and sent to another place of high risk in
the world - which took him about three words. Vadim
didn't quite join in, he sometimes asked a question,
but most of all watched and listened, relaxed, and finding
himself liking Dan's 'mates'. None of them as grating
sharing their plentiful food, and 'being merry', until
the two Yanks had to leave, and then they were on their
own, enjoying each other's company and bodies. Together,
with the memory of a Delta lingering.
couple of days later, they made it back into camp with
barely an hour to spare before they had to be off on
their first shift. They'd be working several doubles,
and with Vadim being a temporary team leader for one
of the two remaining teams, they'd be working hard for
their money, but hell, it was triple pay.
first shift went without any hitch and when Dan returned
for hand-over, looking forward to get scran down his
neck before heading out with the next shift, he was
told his charge had cancelled and there was no more
work that afternoon. He waited for Vadim to wave him
off, who had to do his own double shift, and headed
towards the post house, checking for any mail. To his
surprise, there was a message from Matt, asking him
if he could make it to the safe house that very afternoon,
before the kid was about to head off for Christmas.
All coded, of course, in case of unlikely interceptions,
and signed with Ho Ho Ho. Dan grinned and whistled as
he went about signing in weapons, handing kit over and
cleaning himself. He had enough time for shower and
food, leaving a message for Vadim, in case he wasn't
back on time.
was soon off to the safe house, this time more careful,
but the place was empty, except for the furniture, a
load of water bottles, and the obligatory pack of condoms.
He had barely enough time to settle in when the door
opened and Matt entered, grinning like a kid on Christmas
up, mate? You look awfully pleased."
the door, Matt's grin grew even wider. "Got my
orders, I'm not coming back. Going to stay back home
for a while."
that's a good thing?" Dan winked.
A! Been forever since I've seen my boyfriend, can't
wait for, like, some quality time."
laughed, nodding. "Aye, I can understand that.
Wanted to see scruffy old me to say good bye?"
Matt slung a bag off his shoulder and dropped it onto
the table. "And to give you your Christmas present."
He rummaged through it.
what?" Dan pushed the shades up onto his
forehead, taken by surprise.
Present. December." Matt grinned. "Remember,
not really jingle bells around here, is it?"
but I'm playing Santa today, anyway." Fishing a
parcel out of his bag, Matt dropped it onto Dan's lap.
pushy for a kid."
rolled his eyes, sat down on the bed and proceeded to
take off his tunic, while gesturing with his chin to
the soft parcel, wrapped in gaudy paper.
alright, I get it." Ripping the paper open, Dan
found a football shirt, Matt's favourite team, a pair
of running shorts and a running top, all from the shop
the yanks had on camp. When he pulled the garments apart
to look at them, something heavier fell out with a clatter.
Dan picked up the box and stared at it in disbelief.
"Love-Handcuffs? Where the fuck did you get them
from? Do you have a sex shop sale on at camp?"
Dan shook his head, grinning. "And are you trying
to tell me something?"
was laughing out loud, hands on his belt, grinning widely.
"Thought you might appreciate them one day, buddy.
You never know." He winked while opening his fatigue
trousers. "And where I got them from
bastard. I should have taught you some manners when
I had the chance, or is the Delta letting you get away
with everything?" Dan grinned like a loon.
Matt winked again, lifting his butt off the bed to slide
trousers and underpants down. "Maybe not?"
reminds me, you have forgiven me for meddling, aye?"
buddy, even though I almost shat myself when he turned
look to me as if you were shitting yourself, the other
just grinned and shrugged, seemed he had taken over
Hooch's infuriating habit of refusing to talk. He was
unlacing the boots and getting out of them, before socks
and trousers came off. Sitting naked on the bed, he
really was a prize to behold. A perfect beefcake, all
muscles, finely sculpted, and clearly not only enjoying
his sports, but a great fan of the gym.
huffed, reaching for his fags before putting the presents
away, when a card fell out of the folded shorts. "Christmas
do without, buddy."
opened the envelope and pulled out the card, which sported
a scantily clad Mrs Santa with long blond hair, and
he laughed at the irony. Inside Christmas wishes and
mom and pop's, my apartment, and the other one's my
unit's." Matt remarked, as he lay back on the bed,
head pillowed on his arms. "Do keep in touch."
smiled, touched more by this than he let on. "I
will." Reached for a pen in his own bergan, he
scribbled Maggie's address onto the back of the envelope.
"You can contact me through the embassy, that's
the safest way. Haven't got a clue where I'll be going
next, but don't think we'll stay here much longer."
for a change of view?"
say that." Dan popped the envelope on top of Matt's
bag, pulled the shades out of his hair and grinned at
the jarhead. "Not with a view like that."
got an hour." Matt laughed, "I'm officially
shopping on the market. You think you can get it up,
show you any time, kid."
in, like, now?"
right." Grinning, Dan peeled himself out of his
clothes. Locating condoms and lube nearby, he sat down
on the bed.
what do you want as a good bye shag?"
have thought you get fucked enough these days."
Grinning, Dan pushed Matt's legs apart and knelt between
I like getting fucked." Matt pushed a lazy
fist into Dan's abs. "Don't forget that."
could I." Leaning down, Dan proceeded to kiss the
kid thoroughly, before he came back up for breath, murmuring,
"Or perhaps you should give me one last reminder."
was still laughing, with growing huskiness, as Dan was
going down on him.
Dan returned to camp a couple of hours later, sated
and mellow, he walked past the mail room once more.
It was about to close and the guy in charge was waving
him inside. "What's up?"
a message here for Rocky."
picked up the piece of paper.
I can hand it to you just as well, since you're an 'item'."
The guy was making a kissie face.
and Merry Christmas to you, too, arsehole." Dan
grinned, flicking the birdie as he left the tent. Turning
the piece of paper in his hands, it hadn't even been
folded over and the note was there, for all to seen.
1900 - SH? H'
grinned, wondering if Vadim would decipher the message
as quickly as he had, and wondered, too, if the question
mark turned into a full stop. Friday. Tomorrow. Vadim
was on night shift, but Dan had the day one. They could
and all Vadim would have to do was ask.
Whistling a crooked tune, Dan kept turning the piece
of paper. An opportunist, alright.
had already been fed in the empty mess, which ran on
skeletal staff, and was chilling out in the hut after
a long run. His knees were aching, particularly the
one which had had surgery, but he put it down to lack
of running and too much gym work. Sitting on the bed
with the shades over his eyes, he was smoking a cigarette,
the room illuminated by a lamp with a single light bulb.
returned after the shift, handed in his gear; being
teamleader, if only provisionary, meant to work twice
as hard, be twice as attentive, and probably twice as
tired. Today, he felt every year of age, plus ten each
for every year spent in prison. He needed a shower urgently,
was pretty sure he could tell this country from all
the others he'd served in by the taste of its dust and
the particular way it fucked up his skin. Inside, he
saw Dan sit there, and the smell of smoke immediately
combined with the taste of dust. "Hey", he
murmured, by way of greeting.
back, you poor sod." Dan smiled and pushed himself
up. "Double shift is a killer." He walked
over to where they stored the soap bags and towels,
took one of each of Vadim's, and gave a gentle prod.
"Come on then, I'll take you to the showers."
nodded, thankful for the guidance. Good money, if he
could even care right now. He was no slacker, certainly
not, but back in the days, he'd been ten years younger.
He just didn't recover as fast anymore. One day he'd
wake up and feel every muscle ache. He peeled himself
out of the armour and the layers underneath, ran a sweaty,
dirty hand through his hair. "That farm of yours
better be really nice."
laughed, shaking his head 'no'. "It's a piece of
rotting crap in acres and acres of land, with an old
apple orchard that doesn't yield usable fruit anymore,
and endless scenery of mountains and lush green land."
With a hand in Vadim's lower back, he guided him out
of the door and into the darkness. "'Nice' is not
the right word."
snorted Vadim. "You know I'm a city kid."
and fuck you, too." Dan groused gently, getting
a bright, if tired grin from Vadim. Vadim knew he was
being grouchy, but, damnit, it felt good being grouchy.
And it had the desired effect - attention, and Dan's
closeness and banter. Walking him towards the shower
blocks, the whole camp seemed deserted, they didn't
meet a single soul, even though some of the men were
the way, as for 'nice', there was a message for you."
Dan barely hid the grin.
hand in Vadim's back jerked, as if hit by electric voltage.
He almost stopped dead in his tracks, but got himself
under control. "No. The message read 'Fri 1900
- SH? H', pronouncing every letter and number.
frowned, thinking for at least ten seconds. They entered
the showers, he deposited the wash bag and the towel
and reached for the water, while Dan leaned against
the stall, arms folded across his chest and slouching
like a hooker. Vadim paused. "Fuck. Hooch?"
bright-eye." Dan grinned mercilessly.
seemed to consider something. "I'm on shift on
I'm on the later one." Pushing the inevitable shades
up from his eyes, Dan waggled his brows before letting
them slip back down. "And I'm willing to swap.
If you want." If you want him.
paused. Hooch. If you want. Technically, he owed
the Delta a blowjob. He started the water and soaped
himself, shedding the red dust fast, immediately refreshed
as the water cooled his skin and made him feel far more
alive. He closed it down again, grabbed the towel, dried
his face first, then ran the towel over his short hair,
his neck, then towelled himself down quickly. "He's
certainly fast to come calling for repayment",
he murmured, thoughtful.
That what you think of a chance at casual sex with a
bloody fit body and someone other than little old me?"
Despite the fact Hooch hadn't actually spoken, Vadim
didn't see anything nasty or unpleasant in the message.
Hooch inquired whether he was available. But was he
really available? "Are you sure, Dan?"
wouldn't I be?" Picking up the pile of dusty kit,
Dan wondered. "It's just sex. I had plenty of it,
I figure it's your turn, and why not? We shared Matt,
we shared Jean, we even shared Hooch. If he wants you,
and you want him, then just go ahead. He won't be here
for much longer."
wouldn't ... mind." Vadim still felt strange. Discussing
the options with his lover, the only man he'd ever loved,
desired, nearly died for. It was fair, wasn't it? With
Dan screwing around with others, and Hooch would never
become the bother than Jean was. Looking into Dan's
face, he couldn't see any jealousy or reservations.
Just sex. It was just sex. And it was certainly nice
to be wanted. Funny thought. "Delta, eh?"
He shook his head, laughed softly. "Oh shit."
grinned, "they are still way behind SAS. Don't
you forget that." Slapping Vadim's towel-clad buttock,
he pointed the way. "But tonight it's ex-SAS for
you, with a plate full of sandwiches, a bottle of water
and the need for a good grope before shut-eye."
Dan's way of describing 'cuddling'.
grinned. "Delta? Overrated. Lost without all their
shiny expensive kit." And more often than not tossed
into battles that they couldn't win, because the Army
types were jealous or whatever. The typical infighting.
It was a bit sad to know that guys like Hooch could
get killed because of some smartass wearing a general's
uniform. But then, he reflected, that was pretty much
the lot of the fighting man. "Make that two bottles
Dan to the tin hut, yawning already. Seemed that the
Hooch thing was settled. That was a date, then. Strange
thought, but on the other hand, why worry more than
Dan did? He was really too tired for that. What could
happen? He'd repay the blowjob. No big deal.
was there first. An easy forty minutes before the time
given in the note. He believed in being early under
such circumstances. Had checked the usual stuff, but
didn't actually expect any trouble. He was well-rested,
but his stomach seemed tight, a bit nervous like he'd
been when he'd stolen away to meet Dan in Kabul. Anticipation.
Only, Dan had been the feast that had to last him and
keep him sane for another stint in that godforsaken
country. Here, it was more casual, but still strange.
opened the door. Hooch wasn't there, yet. The bed. Two
chairs. Vadim frowned, paced the room a few times. Thought
Dan was out there on patrol, and hoped Dan kept his
mind on the job and didn't dwell on him, on what he
might do, or not do. Ah, stupid - he'd most likely do
it. Hooch had something that Matt and Jean lacked. Maybe
mystery? He grinned at that thought. They all had their
story, each one different, some tragic, some epic, some
just random. He sat down, ran his hand through the short
hair, then decided to shed the parka. Sat down again,
mostly to keep himself from pacing.
exactly nineteen hundred hours, there was a knock on
the door, a second pause, then the scrape of a key in
the lock. Seemed Matt had given the Delta the key to
the safe house. The door opened, but there was no silhouette
of a man standing in the 'vertical coffin', instead
a shadow, standing to the side before stepping through
after making certain all was as he'd expected. Tipping
a finger to his temple, Hooch gave a silent greeting
before locking the door and walking closer. He stood,
looking at Vadim, and the corners of his mouth twitched
upwards in the trademark miniature grin.
nodded and gave a grin. Most small talk sentences, like
'I got your note' faltered. It was too obvious to mention
it, really. He studied the man, thought of how Hooch
had just gone to his knees to suck him, with hardly
so much as a word. 'You'. That had been it. "I
don't like debts", he murmured, continued to grin,
shrugged with another small grin, peeling himself out
of the parka. He was chewing gum, which he fished out
of his mouth and stuck to a piece of paper, stashing
it in one of the pockets. Wearing a pair of fatigues,
desert boots, and an army issue t-shirt underneath,
he was going low-key. "No debt." Hooch shrugged
again, "opportunity." He reached for one of
the water bottles and emptied almost half of it, before
he sat down on one of the chairs.
nodded. "Aye." Watching him drink, certain
things about him like Dan - even though Hooch had very
different facial features, they resembled each other
enough to be from the same extended family. In a way,
that was true. Who could tell whether Hooch had Scottish
ancestors? 'Hooch' was very likely not the name that
was in his passport. Vadim inhaled deeply, consciously
filling his chest with air, then slowly breathed out,
to centre himself. "Right. You must have found
the single most unsuitable guy for smalltalk or flirting."
He gave a laugh and stepped closer, a certain amount
of humour now creeping into his voice. He shed the jacket,
the belt, the shirt, felt the cool air on his nipples.
that economic grin and Hooch looked up, all the way
from Vadim's groin, up his chest, to his face. "No.
I win those stakes." His hand reached for Vadim's
hips and he pulled him closer, but not without waiting
a millisecond before touching. A silent, split second
request for permission. Equals, that was what he regarded
Vadim as, and Vadim felt himself relax more; nothing
bad would come from this and he followed the pull.
do you offer?" Hooch drawled, giving another pull,
until Vadim stood between Hooch's legs, face right up
against Vadim's groin.
the blowjob. Different way to do it, and that motherfucking
skill. Vadim grinned, felt his guts tighten. Remembered
Matt's almost comical despair, his need, remembered
Hooch grinding against Dan. All great options. Delta.
Killer. He bent down, looked at Hooch's eyes, the dark
stubble, saw the strength in that man, and thought he'd
like to see him cum, would like to see this man struggle
with himself. "I'm up for anything", he murmured.
"But Dan's a better cocksucker than I am."
nodded, one hand running up Vadim's inner thigh. To
the balls, once, then back down again. "Mad Dog
doesn't offer ass." One brow raised, the ghost
of a grin. "You?"
ass. Sounded less bad than 'fuck me'. Vadim looked
at him thoughtfully, but thought, yes, he'd 'offer ass'.
Nothing inside him struggled against that thought. It
didn't seem to change anything - Hooch would probably
not mock him for it. His jaw muscles tightened, once,
twice. Not many men he'd trusted enough - few who'd
ever tried. Truth was, Hooch was just as professional
about it as a whore, nothing indicated scorn, spite
or any nastiness. Strange. American. The very thought
that he'd allow himself to get fucked by the proper
cold war enemy - that was defiance. It was 'fuck you'
to the KGB. He'd choose this, and he'd enjoy it. "If
you give a hand", he murmured and opened his belt.
The dark eyes widened then returned back to their usual,
controlled self. True to his word, Hooch gave a hand
right there and then. Opening the button and zipper
for Vadim, he pushed down trousers and briefs. One hand
went up towards the bare chest, the other splayed on
one muscular buttock, which made Vadim move forward,
tensing his ass. Leaning closer, Hooch trailed his tongue
along the length of Vadim's cock, before leaning back
and taking a good look. "Shaved." Silence.
"Fucking good." He once more leaned forward,
this time taking the cock between his lips.
a ... swimmer, once." Vadim groaned softly, hands
reaching for Hooch. The neck, hair, shoulder, but he
didn't push, allowed Hooch his own rhythm, his own way
to do things, as he grew fully hard under that attention,
that focus that Hooch showed. No reservations.
on Vadim's cock, every movement and touch were controlled
and perfect. Designed to arouse and keep the interest
up, but never mechanical. His hands, calloused and warm,
were wandering across Vadim's body, until Hooch pulled
back, regarding the cock for a moment, then glanced
up, meeting Vadim's gaze. Yet he said nothing, simply
moved back down and swallowed as much of Vadim's cock
as he could, making Vadim groan again and close his
eyes. Taking his time. No rush, no pressure. As if he
had all of the night, however unlikely.
gently moved with those motions, enjoying them, but
keeping things under control - himself, lust. Felt Hooch's
jaw move under his fingers, wondered how often the Delta
had an opportunity for sex, because, damn, this felt
good - something inside relaxed, as if lowering his
guard actually involved a physical muscle. He knew why
Hooch did it. Hooch made him relax, put him at ease,
and he smiled at that thought.
Vadim's trousers down, Hooch finally came back up again.
Getting out of the chair, he stood and offered another
grin. Looking, watching, all the time, as he pulled
the t-shirt over his head and threw it into the corner
of the bed. Vadim shed the boots, socks, trousers and
pants, removing everything, even the watch, as Hooch
got rid of his own clothes, until they were both naked.
Vadim met the Delta's gaze again, that deep, friendly,
perceptive gaze that Hooch used like conversation. Vadim
sat down on the bed, still looking at the Delta's face,
then lay back, pulled his legs up. "Back or front?"
moved to the bed, standing close to it. "Front."
He was merely half-hard, as if the cocksucking was more
of a business than pleasure. It probably was. Amusing.
Much like Vadim had used cocksucking himself - to get
a partner ready for sex.
onto the bed, Hooch knelt, looking down at Vadim, gazing
at his ass. Dark eyes intent. "Good ass."
Vadim stretched out, touched the wall with his fingers,
then relaxed. Getting fucked face-to-face. He was up
for that and he opened his legs further, bringing one
knee to his chest. Enjoying the rapt attention, as Hooch
focused on him with the same intent as if he disarmed
a bomb, or held a target in his scope. It was a great
feeling, taking up somebody's mind like that.
hand moved between Vadim's legs, touching, gliding,
the other joining the travels across dam and balls,
towards the cock, but never quite touching, instead
staying close to the hole, circling. Slowly urging Vadim,
without pressure, to lift his legs, and Vadim raised
them, brought them up without a second thought. He wanted
Hooch, wanted to get fucked, and he stared at Hooch's
cock, which hardened under the scrutiny. It had a good
size. He'd take that, and he assumed Hooch knew exactly
what to do with it, probably had the same skill and
control. His own cock twitched at the thought. "Do
it. I'm quite
lips quirked up once more. "I wasn't." An
odd admission, delivered with a strangely relaxed humour,
which made Vadim pause, then smile.
Maybe he should suck his cock, too, and Vadim considered
it when Hooch turned to the side, reached purposefully
beneath the bed and brought out a tube of Astroglide
and a condom. Dropping both onto the bed, Hooch's eyes
narrowed slightly as his hands once more moved up the
inside of Vadim's thighs, to the knees, resting there,
as if trying to feel the pulse through the muscles.
shifted his weight slightly, moved closer, then remembered
the scar down there and wondered if Hooch knew what
it meant. This scar didn't look like an accident. He
reached up for a pillow and stuffed it under his neck.
forward, Hooch lowered his head to leave a wet trail
with his tongue, running all the way from between Vadim's
pecs to his cock, then lingering at the scar, as if
he could read Vadim's thoughts, making Vadim squirm
and shiver, his muscles tensed lightly, playfully, and
Vadim curved his back with the kisses. The tenderness
endearing, Hooch so focused on him despite the fact
he hardly spoke. Vadim couldn't help but wonder what
was going on in the Delta's head, but couldn't ask.
He wouldn't get an answer.
came back up, the miniature grin ghosting across his
face until it settled in his eyes and tugged on his
lips. Tearing the condom open like a pro, Hooch showed
nothing but concentration, measured control, his cock
remaining hard and unwavering as he rolled the condom
down. The lube at hand, his fingers worked cool, slick
gel into Vadim's ass.
lifted his hips, fingers entering him, warmth and coolness,
strength and slickness, and he couldn't help that moan.
Knowing he'd get fucked properly very soon, wanting
this, from this man, too, while Dan was doing his shift.
Vadim's breath caught at a clever twist of fingers,
and he lifted his legs further, watching Hooch, expecting
him to move on. He found another pillow and stuffed
it under his ass, his hands then free to touch Hooch's
arms, the tanned skin, dark hair, the whole man fit
and younger than he was, and half-grinning down at him.
his own cock, Hooch focused once more on Vadim. Eyes
fixed on Vadim's face, as if reading each and every
reaction, feeding from every sound and breathless movement.
He remained poised for a moment, just looking, concentrated,
while his fingertips trailed back up towards Vadim's
pecs, to circle, touch, then twist the nipples, which
made Vadim groan, more eager now to get fucked, if that
was possible. Just the skill - different to Dan, but
with all the consideration that he liked. With fucking
hand guiding his cock, Hooch began to enter with excruciating
control, drawing another long groan from Vadim, making
his legs and ass tense, only to get the most out of
so slow, with no urgency whatsoever, sliding in and
filling, stretching, the feeling with the condom slightly
different, but of course, made sense to be safe, even
if Vadim would have liked to tear that barrier away,
feel him properly, feel him cum inside, too, but they
weren't there, yet. His own cock twitched at the thought,
the intrusion, and that intense look of concentration
on Hooch's face. Vadim suddenly laughed, semi-breathless
just from the building tension. So careful, so deadly.
His fingers tightened in the blanket and he bared his
throat, unconscious, but the heat and being filled felt
so fucking good.
half-grin changed when his lips parted. If possible,
his dark eyes became even more intense, more focused.
Nothing escaped their gaze, and even when Vadim had
loosened enough to accommodate his cock fully, he remained
poised, deep inside. Making no sound, except for an
expelled breath, with Vadim breathing slightly faster,
so alive in this moment, so much enjoying himself. Still,
once more, hardly a movement except for the most minimal
rocking, which nevertheless echoed deeply in Vadim's
body, making him groan. Hooch's hands started to wander
across the body beneath him. Nipples, cock, the inside
of Vadim's thighs, all the way up to the arms and shoulders,
taking his time. Some touches light, almost tender,
others deliberately strong, surprising Vadim with that
tenderness and consideration. That man clearly in awe
with his body, fully focused on making this good for
him, and Hooch seemed to have no intention of ending
what about him? Did he delight in the control? Delight
in the way his partners lost control? Vadim bared his
teeth, grinned up at Hooch, felt trust and heat and
a strange kinship to the American, and thought he got
it. Hooch drank him up, feasted on him with all his
senses. Seeing this man gorge instead of taking small
bites and savouring
that had to be a sight to
behold. "You're killing me", murmured Vadim,
and Hooch's head tilted slightly, listening with the
same intensity with which he watched and touched, while
keeping himself hard deep inside of Vadim's body. "But
know that." Vadim reached up to Hooch's
left nipple, twisting it, which seemed to actually surprise
the Delta, whose parted lips twitched. Vadim grinned.
"Let go, soldier. I
can guard your back."
movement ceased, for one moment, as Hooch looked down,
reading the flushed face beneath him. His hands travelled
up Vadim's legs, resting at his shins, and pushing,
slowly, without demand, but Vadim was quite willing
to be opened further, allowing it to happen. Vadim's
legs went up until they were pressed against his chest,
allowing Hooch to lower his body, change the angle,
until their faces were barely an inch apart, making
Vadim groan again.
" Hooch murmured, before a grin flashed across
his face and he nodded. "Yeah."
that was it. Vadim didn't have time to think about him
being Spetsnaz, getting fucked by Delta, the old enemy
thing paled as a kiss followed - another surprise -
and as demanding as anything before had been controlled.
Devouring, now, with taste, teeth and lips, where only
Hooch's eyes had feasted before, with Vadim welcoming
the lips, hungry. Opening up, his own kisses desperate,
heated, answering a bite with a bite, a sucking, open-mouthed
kiss with a groan and the same. Further heated up by
hips moving in sharp, small thrusts, as if Hooch's body
had to get used to abandon, building up the heat as
much in himself as in the other. Vadim could only use
his hands, pulling, kneading, massaging what he could
get, arms, shoulders. Touching that throat, too, feeling
pulse thunder underneath, arching his body to greet
and take, but also give, working against Hooch, eyes
every now and then flickering to the door. But they
were safe. Safe with each other and in this place.
eyes never closed, but he was still trusting Vadim to
guard his back. The older man and seasoned soldier.
A comrade in arms of an unlikely kind and a comrade
he'd trust. Arching up, away from devouring Vadim's
lips, to change the angle once more and find leverage
once more. Vadim still tasted him, felt his lips echo
with the other's, intimate just like the fucking, trust,
need, hunger. Saw Hooch's muscles move, smelled him,
primal and male, dust, testosterone, a smell that was
Hooch, and he groaned again as Hooch shifted. Small
wonder the Delta had taken this position - it gave him
all the power over what angle, which speed, how deep.
It wasn't about being face to face, it was, like everything,
about control, about the ability to build the lust slowly
and completely at his bidding. But Vadim wasn't complaining,
when it all changed again.
hard suddenly, fast, with an abandon that still contained
control, as if Hooch's body was simply unable to give
it up fully. No sound, except for harsh breaths, and
those dark eyes fixed on Vadim. Face, body, movement,
as he fucked Vadim with hard, rhythmic thrusts. The
violence as controlled as the essence of the man.
opened his lips wider, panted, fought the sounds, but
wasn't quite successful, because it felt so good and
he didn't have to hide it, didn't have to pretend. It
wasn't the barracks. Never more one of those quick,
desperate fucks, he was free to make a sound. Perfect.
Hooch read him and gave him exactly what he needed,
how he needed it, but their deal had a sharp, barbed
edge to it. Instead of losing control, Vadim had to
fight to preserve some of it. Mutual control, mutual
watchfulness when he wanted nothing more but to close
his eyes and let go. Vadim tightened his muscles, felt
the pressure build, but he wouldn't be able to cum,
didn't want that fucking control, wanted to be swept
away and it was impossible, and at the same time, his
body was rapidly heating up, ready to explode.
head snapped to the side, sweat dripping from his neck,
chest and face onto Vadim. Swift glance to the door,
his thrust slowed, but never decreased in intensity.
Vadim groaned loudly, didn't want it to slow, wanted
it to go fast, hard, frantic, brutal. Tried to cum,
felt himself tighten, but couldn't get there. Slower,
still, more excruciating, and Hooch's hands kept running
from Vadim's thighs up to his ankles, back down again,
until they moved from the abs to his panting, slick
chest. Resting there, as Hooch lowered his head. Lips
across Vadim's, murmuring hoarsely, "I take watch."
met the gaze, felt sweat trickle down his temple, his
nostrils flaring at the smell, their smell, mingling,
fresh, healthy, sweat. Watch. Double. Meaning. Watch
his back. Watch. Him. Watch him lose it. It wasn't control,
that Hooch was after, not all of it, it was again that
feeding off him, that delight in watching him. And Vadim
smiled, realising fully how much he liked being watched,
see himself reflected in another man's dilated pupils.
He nodded, pulse beating into his throat, and he reached
to his cock, stroking himself. Eyes falling closed,
entering his own space, leaving anything outside this
room outside, the other man fully inside him now in
so many different ways.
Hooch sped up once more, intensifying the thrusts, if
at all possible. Rhythmic, hard and without the slightest
attempt to hold back any strength of his body. Trained
to kill, honed to survive, and fucking Vadim as if it
was the last thing his body would do in his life. All
the time staring down, not the smallest nuance in Vadim's
face escaping him.
clenched again, deliciously tightening around that cock
inside him, legs shifting to pull closer, demand, ask,
invite, fist tight around him, filled to bursting, and,
arching his back, he began to finish himself off. Tensed
up, taut, tight, all power now focused on himself, that
selfish need to cum, and it was easy, knowing he was
watched. Easy to let go, groan as he fucked his fist,
every motion intense and nearly brutal, as he found
that edge and crossed it, cumming so very hard across
his hand, stomach, chest.
of becoming erratic, Hooch slowed when Vadim came, savouring
every expression, each sound, never getting enough.
Only then, when Vadim fell back, chest heaving to try
and catch a breath, splattered with his cum, did Hooch
launch into the last few short and extremely powerful
thrusts. That was all he needed to cum, transfixed on
the man beneath him, dark eyes almost closing with the
intensity of his orgasm. Letting go as much as he could,
but without a sound except for noisy breaths, inhaling
harshly. He shuddered during the come-down, head lowering,
but eyes still open, still focused on Vadim's face.
blue eyes in stark contrast to his flushed and sweaty
face, nearly serene in their sudden and complete clarity.
Truly seeing the man he'd accepted as a lover, and Vadim
marvelled at the other man's expression; it wasn't openness
or vulnerability so much as maybe joy, something amazingly
human and untainted.
took Hooch mere seconds to get himself fully under control
once more, but he'd been there, had lost it as much
as he'd ever be able to in such circumstances; had fed
on lust and given in return. Lowering further until
he could kiss Vadim once more, who kissed back, still
amazed and also very lazy. Legs falling back down, while
Hooch one-handed secured the condom and carefully slid
out. Sweat making their bodies glide against the other's.
pulled the pillow from under his ass and instead stuffed
it under his neck too, then reached up to pull Hooch
close, in the last moment not just pulling him close,
but merely touch his neck in an invitation. The hint
of a pull, hand running over Hooch's shoulder, as the
Delta followed the invitation. Rolling off Vadim, but
lying close. Bodies touching. Resting after another
glance at the door and a swift check of the room.
Vadim murmured. "Feels
like I understand
when I really don't. Do I? No idea."
at first, then a dry chuckle, while Hooch's hand moved
through the cooling cum across Vadim's body. Trailing
lazily, until he reached the spent cock. Just lying
there, covering. A strange and affectionate gesture.
"Spetsnaz, eh?" That was all Hooch commented,
but when he lifted his head, a hint of a smile played
on his lips. Seemed Vadim understood better than he
was giving himself credit for.
even", said Vadim. Another act of defiance to flaunt
a word that had been a secret once. Two superpowers
outdoing each other in secrecy and creating killers.
He stretched out, looked at Hooch, his body heavy and
resting. A strange, tender feeling - 'just sex' Dan
called it, but Vadim had the odd feeling that this would
stay with him. "All told, you're much saner than
I was at your age
I dealt with it differently.
Both inside the barracks and outside." He reached
for the water bottle and offered it to Hooch, who took
a long draught, while Vadim wiped himself down with
a piece of the blanket, and Hooch wiped his hand before
it wandered back to its resting place. Strangely possessive
gesture, and yet there was nothing demanding about the
man who had gone to his knees and sucked a cock after
no more than a single word.
culture, different traditions," Vadim mused. "Much
changed in the meantime. But I remember the pressure
that bone-grinding pressure. I wore that mask,
and sometimes, I ripped it off and turned into a savage,
screaming for blood like an animal. Ultimately, that
was the only thing that kept me human." He smiled
at Hooch, feeling protective of this younger killer,
hoped against hope that Hooch would remain saner, never
truly descended to that level.
don't flip on the job." Hooch shook his head, before
he rested it on Vadim's shoulder. At ease with the other's
body as if he had known the man for many years. "Just
do what needs to be done." He shrugged and the
corner of his lips twitched once more, the indication
of a grin. "Got my opportunities." And Vadim
was undoubtedly one of them. And Dan. And, it seemed,
nodded, studying Hooch's features. Opportunity. Yes.
He'd been that and more, because Hooch had given so
much more and, reflected Vadim, so had he. He inhaled
deeply, a contented sigh, touching his forehead to Hooch's.
Assuming Hooch had time. He had. Dan's shift would end
in the early hours of the morning. Pulling a double,
so he could meet Hooch. Generous, hard-working Dan.
I have time."
a couple hours." Hooch nodded before falling silent.
He had used up his contingency of words, but he didn't
fall asleep. Those eyes of his didn't seem to be able
to close. Letting his hand wander across Vadim's body
instead. Slowly, deliberately, exploring with his fingers
what he couldn't have asked with words. Silently mapping
another man's terrain, and being completely at ease.
As much as he ever could.
watched him, didn't mind him touching the scars, reading
his muscles, enjoyed in a relaxed, calm way how much
appreciation was in that focus on him. His hand in turn
touching lines of muscles, the round firmness of a shoulder,
the stubbly skin of a throat, the small dark nipple
on that sculpted chest, the navel that sat there, undisturbed,
with no scar, no moonscape of scars and craters, smooth,
inviolate, bronzed flesh. Physically in peak condition,
with that disciplined mind, his sharp senses. What a
remained silent all of the time, while some of it his
hand rested, but his eyes never fully closed. Until
it was time for him to get up, take a leak and wipe
himself down with cold water. He was still watching
Vadim as he climbed back into his clothes. Watching,
as he zipped up the parka, and watching, as he tied
his boots. Still looking down at the naked Vadim on
the bed, who'd stretched out comfortably, gazing at
him. Hooch suddenly decided something and fished a pen
out of his jacket, together with a dog eared note pad.
Scribbling down a few lines and numbers, he ripped the
sheet off and put it onto the chair close to the bed.
"Be in touch." Not a request, not even a question.
A statement, but not a demand.
Dan had said that Hooch would soon be on his way. Off
to fight his country's wars. Vadim stood, stretched
his legs by standing on his toes for a moment, then
crossed the distance and took Hooch's hand, pressing
it, his left hand briefly trailing the lower arm, touching
the skin while returning the gaze. The barrier was back,
the mask, Hooch would leave the room and be the man
his comrades and superiors knew. "I don't have
an address", Vadim murmured, almost as if to apologize.
"But I will be in touch. Godspeed, soldier."
hand remained in Vadim's for a while longer, the grip
firm and steadfast. His lips curled up in his trademark
miniature grin, before he nodded once. "Greet Mad
Dog from me." His grin grew for a second, before
his hand slipped out of Vadim's and he turned and left
towards the door. Unlocking and checking. His back once
more showing the constant alertness and concentration.
Control, or his life would be worth nothing.
that he left into the night.
closed the door, locked it behind the man. He was relaxed,
well fucked, more than that. Something there. Something
that was way beyond 'opportunity', well beyond 'just
sex', but he couldn't place it, couldn't quite name
it. He stretched his arms, shoulders, his back - getting
fucked like that always put a strain on his lower back,
just a twinge, but nevertheless noticeable.
looked at the bed, thought he could rest, maybe sleep,
but then he could rest in the tin hut in camp. He got
dressed, checked the time. Two and a half hours until
midnight. He'd get a good solid sleep in before Dan
returned. He tidied up the room - ready for whatever
encounter happened here next - then unlocked the door
and returned to camp.
showered, got himself a bite to eat, mulling things
over, thinking about Hooch and at the same time vaguely
amused that the American occupied his mind so much.
But he did. Vadim did a basic, short workout, largely
based on isometrics, then had another quick wash, merely
freshening up, shaving. Returning to their tin hut,
he cleaned and packed his kit, the mindless routine
of any well-disciplined soldier. Eventually, when everything
was sorted, he lay down, face buried in Dan's pillow,
with Dan's smell on it.
sound of vehicles arriving in camp was later than usual.
Almost an hour late, accompanied by the sound of tired
voices. Dan amongst them, with additional duties as
team leader, it took another half hour before his footsteps
were finally heard approaching the hut. Stumbling with
tiredness, he was caked in dust when he entered the
hut. Still trying to be quiet, hoping to find Vadim
there and not in the safe house, and hoping not to wake
him, but damn, he was bone weary.
woke, pleasantly though, not a start, no terror, no
fear. Just awake, knowing it was Dan. He reached over
to switch on a small light, then stood up, yawning,
as Dan smiled at him, hardly able to stay still without
weaving, too drowsy.
sorry Russkie. Didn't mean to wake you." Smiling,
he wiped his eyes, leaving a streak of clean skin in
the dirty face. "Was a shit shift."
My shift. Don't worry." Vadim helped Dan out of
his red dust caked kit, and slipped into his camo trousers
himself to walk him to the showers. The least he could
do, and natural by now, one of them always helping,
covering for the other, like Dan did for him. One of
the perks of being in this place together.
a good time?" Dan managed to get out before he
was shoved gently under the hot spray of the shower.
Eyes on half-mast.
grinned. "Better than yours, I can tell."
Taking Dan's hand and squeezing some shower gel into
it. "I'm afraid I can't wash you in camp. The rest
of your team should hit the showers in a few moments."
Well, his team, strictly speaking. They did arrive soon,
all weary like Dan. They'd been funnier and wittier
before the shift started, and Vadim nodded and waved
and dragged Dan back to the tin hut, to towel him down
and tug him into bed.
Dan just followed like a puppet, standing with his head
drooping as he was towelled down. When it seemed he
had already fallen asleep, he suddenly raised his head,
smiling tiredly, as his hand went to the back of Vadim's
neck. "Was it worth it?"
met his gaze, felt almost caught for a moment, didn't
quite know how to take it, how to understand it. Why
did Dan ask? Worth it? Exchange Dan's work for his pleasure?
Was it? "You were there with me, in that room",
he murmured. "He sends greetings, too."
that's not what I meant." Dan rested his forehead
against Vadim's, still smiling sleepily. "And I
sure as fuck hope I wasn't there with you. If it's a
hot threesome, I'd like to be there in body as well."
He chuckled and even that sounded tired, giving his
voice a raspy softness. "Was it worth a goddamned
double shift? Did you enjoy yourself? I bloody hope
you did. Hooch's a good guy." He added, with another
tired chuckle, "I think."
is. And I did." Vadim opened his arms and pulled
Dan into a tight embrace. Kissing his neck, affectionate
kisses that didn't lead to anything. "I enjoyed
myself a lot. He's a strange guy. But it's good I got
to know him a bit better." Getting Dan down onto
the bed, covering him and still holding him tight, but
Dan turned, until they lay face to face. Not saying
anything for a long time, his eyes closed, breathing
evenly. He wasn't asleep, though, his hand in the back
of Vadim's neck, thumb occasionally stroking.
opened his eyes suddenly, with heavy eyelids. "I
do love you, Russkie. Just so you know." As if
Vadim didn't, possibly couldn't know, and he smiled
know. Fuck, I do, too." Vadim kissed Dan's forehead,
his lips, felt that deep tenderness again, but without
desperation, just acceptance, and calm. "Kept
thinking of you, comparing." He should probably
shut up right there. "Nothing like you, nobody."
do that." Dan shook his head, eyes finally succumbing
to tiredness again. "It's alright, aye? Just enjoy
what you can get as long
" and the crooked
smile grew into a grimace for a second, "as long
as you love me." Admitting far more than he had
intended. An insecurity he hadn't known was there, and
which vanished as soon as it had arrived and voiced
itself. "Aye?" Murmured.
inhaled deeply. Like that was the price. Like being
able - allowed - to do this meant he'd never grow resentful,
and it never touched their love. Liberty the price to
pay for being able to stay together. Was that why Jean
was still in the equation? "I wouldn't stop. Not
" He didn't want other men. Maybe
that was one of the reasons why Dan had encouraged him
yesterday, so he tried it, alone, without Dan involved.
Encouraged to take a liberty he hadn't wanted. But now
he did. Now he was glad for it. And Dan had others.
Even if that itched - especially if it was Jean - if
that was a liberty that Dan needed, he'd accept that.
They were both free. No marriage. No exclusive vows,
no reason to turn down an opportunity. That last word
was now so tied up with Hooch that it made Vadim smile.
"As if I could ever tire of you, stupid fuck."
smile turned into a grin, before rapidly drifting out
of consciousness. "That's good." Murmured,
he yawned and burrowed into Vadim, hardly able to string
the last words together. "And you'll always be
laughed, softly, barely more than audible breathing.
"Sleep, Dan. Tomorrow is another day." And
we'll be together.
Dan who relaxed into sleep, it was strange to hold one
man and fondly remember another. Like a comrade, with
some odd kinship, an understanding that he found hard
to put into precise thoughts or words. Protectiveness
played a role, recognizing something of himself - younger,
and simultaneously less and more messed up - in somebody
who used to be an enemy and now was just another fighting
man. Part of a select elite of killers, impervious to
normal moral standards. Dan had found a friend in Jean.
Hooch very much felt like a friend to him.