flown in through Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris,
spent two nights in a too expensive hotel in the city
so Vadim had the chance to see the Musée de L'Armée,
the Panthéon with Napoleon's tomb, and the conveniently
close Musée Rodin. Dan - looking very longsuffering
- simply followed Vadim to wherever he wanted to go
to, despite getting bored to death within ten minutes
in a museum. Keeping himself entertained with studying
signs and captions, making a wager with himself if he
could learn the language before the wedding, or, rather,
brush up and remember what he had learned once.
as Jean had promised on the phone, each and every eaterie
in Paris served great if not perfect food. That was,
if one could get the waiters to understand English -
something that a true Parisian waiter appeared to be
above of, each one a blasé and haughty monarch
in whatever place he not so much worked in but graced
with his presence. By the second day, Dan's inexplicable
talent for languages struck again, and he managed to
order in French, truly enjoying the food and the booze.
He even began to like the wine; there was something
no-nonsense and perfectly unpretentious about the French
house wines. Simple but good, just like him, he joked
to Vadim every time.
Dame was next, which Vadim felt didn't live up to its
fame, but after climbing the clock tower, the view rendered
Dan speechless. The landscape of Parisian roofs, so
different to any other city he'd ever been in, and a
lifetime away from the red dust of Kabul. Dan promised
to Vadim they would return, right after New Zealand
and a handful of other places they had to see.
surprise came as they were about to leave the Ile de
la Cité, heading into what Vadim promised was
'the last church', and the beauty of Sainte-Chapelle
took them by surprise; it was a strange church that
was part early medieval in the sturdy bottom half and
a splendour of a high medieval church sitting right
on top - filled with light as the whole upper church
resembled gold filigree with stained glass in between.
Both were connected through a staircase so narrow that
both Vadim and Dan felt somewhat claustrophobic while
braving the worn-out steps. At least, Dan figured, it
was more entertaining to imagine dying a horrible death,
stuck between winding stones, than gazing at yet another
goddamned tomb or statue.
this last tour, they picked up their rented car, tossed
the bags into the trunk and made their way out of Paris
into the countryside. Stopping every now and then for
a coffee in one of the villages on the way, they made
their way towards Messey sur Grosne. In his description
of the route, Jean had even written out which cafés
and other places were interesting along the way. But
for once, Vadim let the sightseeing be, keener on getting
there before nightfall.
pleasant landscape eventually opened to reveal the small
village where Jean had bought his house. It didn't seem
very remarkable, thought Vadim, and downright incomprehensible
how somebody like Jean, who was clearly from Moscow
and therefore from a big city, could enjoy being out
here in what amounted to 'just landscape'. Then again,
their farm in New Zealand was even more remote, according
to Dan, with at least twenty minutes drive from Palmerston
North. Which, by all accounts, while being one of the
top cities on the more crowded of the New Zealand islands,
had a decidedly rural and backwater feel about it. Here,
it was old buildings huddled together that must have
looked very similar about five hundred years ago, just
without the modern road.
coursed through the village, but Jean's description
of 'brick build, start of the village' was too vague.
There was a big building with towers behind what looked
like a moat, but that was hardly a house. It looked
closer to a fortress, if friendlier.
Vadim murmured after turning the car around on the marketplace
again. "Would you mind hopping out and ask that
old fellow over there where the crazy legionnaire lives?
There should be only one like Jean in this place."
seems I have to embarrass myself with my shit French
again." Dan grinned, but did as asked, and was
seen talking, using his hands and arms, to the elderly
gent who'd been coming out of the boulangerie. Dan returned
within a few minutes and plonked himself back into his
seat, grinning like a fool.
scratching his non-existent beard. "There's no
way we're going to miss Jean's house."
Seems we have. Or are they playing their 'you're foreigners,
we're taking the piss' game again?"
shrugged. "If you just turn your head about 45
degrees to the left, you are sure not to miss Jean's
turned and looked straight at the thing with the towers.
Towers. It looked huge, and it sat right behind the
mote. "The bunch of Mercedes' and cabrios might
have been a clue", he muttered, exasperated. The
front was lined with expensive-looking cars. He wasn't
quite sure what he'd expected, but certainly not that.
There were two more sturdy, practical cars, something
soldiers might choose. "Little home? Fuck."
laughed, "seems the bastard got us on, well and
drove over, got in line in front of the cars and switched
the engine off. "He's certainly not slumming it."
a bitch to heat." Dan grinned and winked at Vadim,
leaning across to kiss him lightly, a natural gesture.
"If you ask me, I'd rather have a farm in New Zealand,
dilapidated or not, because the mountains are missing
only be a few hour's worth of driving into the Alps
..." Vadim got out of the car and headed towards
the entrance. There was light outside, and by whatever
magic that had warned Jean, the door opened and the
ex-Legionnaire stood there, dressed in jeans and a light
jumper, and a remarkably neat and flattering hair cut
- in fact, Jean had never looked so well and rested.
Frenchie," Dan called out. Grinning, as he stretched
his legs, massaging his aching knee. "Got the shits
yet with fear?"
- I have another day to plan my escape." Jean laughed
and covered the distance, pulling Dan into a tight hug
that clearly crossed the line between buddy and intimate.
"How are you guys?" His English, Vadim noted,
was tinted with French inflection. He'd clearly not
spoken a lot of English recently.
well, and if I told you what we've been up to across
Scotland and England, you'd blush." Dan winked,
standing close to Vadim. "I can't figure out if
the most nefarious deed was visiting my family or buying
my wedding outfit." He shrugged, as if he were
bored, "the two weekends spent tying up a couple
of Glaswegian guys was child's play compared to trying
on clothes. And, I have you know, I remembered the 'no
eyes flashed at that and he laughed, again, releasing
Dan, then moving to hug Vadim, who opened his arms almost
in an afterthought and found that it didn't hurt. Jean
was still a sexy motherfucker, even if he pressed in
less when hugging him. Vadim prolonged the embrace to
murmur into Jean's ear: "He means it with the Glaswegian
guys. The way he reduced them to whimpering bitches
was a sight to behold." Feeling Jean stiffen slightly
in his arms, he let him go, smiling. "And you look
needed a second to gather his cool again, and Vadim
assumed it was because he hadn't had a guy recently.
Or Dan recently. Jean's sexuality was still a mystery.
How straight was he when he lived with his girl?
I? I spent so much time working on that house to get
it mostly finished before the great day ..." Jean
motioned behind himself, then grinned. "I'll have
to show you. Come on in. We'll get your stuff later.
You're staying here, of course. Your bedroom's ready."
because you do know that there are certain rules regarding
stag nights, best men, booze and bedrooms?" Dan
grinned, following Jean, but not without winking at
grinned, especially when Jean murmured: "Let's
pretend for a few days you guys are the acceptable kind
of friends, okay?"
do you mean? That the others are the unacceptable kind?"
Dan laughed, good humouredly.
know what I mean", said Jean, then led them through
the hallway into a huge room that had an open fireplace
and a low fire burning in it. The building seemed colder
inside than outside and, far from modern, could use
the heat from the fireplace even in spring. The ensemble
inside was sophisticated, much more so than Vadim wanted
to give him credit for. White leather couches arranged
in an open square around a low, carved, wooden couch
table, and people sitting there who clearly fell into
two camps. There was Pascal and another sun-weathered,
short haired man who had that wiry deadliness that many
seasoned and still active soldiers shared. On the other
side was a couple, a man and a woman, who were both
attractive and impeccably groomed. Above all, Vadim
wondered what these two groups had been talking about.
one who got up first was a slender, impossibly tall
dark-haired beauty. Long, wavy hair falling down beyond
her shoulders, a tight soft cashmere top flattered her
almost as much as the long skirt she wore. Tall and
thin, and perfectly proportioned. What the photos had
never transported was the warm smile that she graced
them with, and a happiness, joy and calm that Vadim
had rarely seen in a person. The lady of the house,
Dan was affected, plucking the inevitable shades off
the top of his head to fold them and place them into
a pocket. Smiling at her, as he walked straight towards
her. Extending his hand, "I have seen your photos
and admired your beauty, but if I may say so, you surpass
any of the pictures."
smiled, casting her eyes down for a moment, long, dark
lashes and the gesture itself completely natural, even
for a model. "Oh, welcome, please." She extended
her hand as if leading them towards the couch she'd
sat on, but Dan didn't take her hand to shake it. Instead
turning it gently to bow his head and placing a kiss
on it. As perfectly behaved as he would have been at
the most important of the Baroness' functions. "I
am Dan, honoured to be Jean's best man." Turning
to the side, smiling and nodding to Vadim, "and
this is my partner, Vadim." Only then letting go
of her hand.
Jean has been talking so much about you. Both of you."
Placing a long-fingered hand on Dan's arm in an affectionate
gesture. "Vadim." Extending a hand to Vadim
as well, who decided against a kiss on the hand and
instead kissed her cheeks, surprised that she was almost
as tall as him. "Please, sit with us. Can I get
you anything to drink?"
would be a life saver." Dan grinned as he sat down.
"You don't by any chance happen to have some whisky?"
of course. Any specific brands? Jean here is trying
to build up a collection - he joined a 'Whisky tasting
Speyside single Malt would do."
think we have that ..." She smiled tenderly at
Jean, who'd stuffed his hands in his pockets.
I ..." Jean started.
sweetheart, you stay and entertain the guests."
She turned around and gathered a few things from the
table before she left. "I'll bring some nibbles,
" Dan murmured to Vadim with a shit-eating
grin. "I can just see Jean handing out the 'nibbles'
in his tin hut in the next war zone." Turning towards
her with a smile, before acknowledging the others, grinning
from ear to ear at Pascal. "Long time no infection
of the virus, aye?"
cast a weary glance at the groomed guy on the other
couch, then pulled himself together enough to relax
a little. "Hi Dan." Looking at the guy he
shared a couch with, "that's Lieutenant Beauvais,
just come back from the 13th demi in Djibouti. Lieutenant,
that's Dan and Vadim, PMCs, friends from Kuwait. Vadim's
ex-Spetsnaz, Dan's ex-SAS." The wiry man stood,
and just that gesture looked rather stiff and formal,
like he'd expect them to salute any moment. Vadim had
to remind himself that his own Colonel was dead; but
the armies of the world just built that type of man,
to meet you." Dan was still on his best behaviour,
stepping close enough to stretch his hand out to the
man. "Never had the pleasure to meet anyone from
the Foreign Legion while I was on the job."
I followed the exploits of the SAS. Less so Spetsnaz."
The Lieutenant spoke clipped English, which made him
sound more disciplined than seemed strictly necessary.
"I'm pleased to meet you, gentlemen." Shaking
Dan's hand, then Vadim's, and inviting them to sit.
"It was my pleasure to drill Jean, back when he
joined the Legion. Since then, I've earned my commission."
did he perform?" asked Vadim.
enough that we offered him to stay on after basic training,
to join us in the training regiment."
would have been suicide. Nobody likes the brownnose
that gets fasttracked to caporal", said Jean. "I
was tempted, though."
Lieutenant nodded. "We had to try."
doesn't." Dan muttered, then smiled his most innocent
smile, when he addressed the Lieutenant. "You must
have been quite impressed with Jean, to see you here
at the wedding, after all those years?"
served together and stayed in touch ever since."
Every word could hold a world of meaning, but one that
no outsider was privy to. It seemed a Legion-only business,
and that, again, could mean everything and nothing.
Jean does that to people. The friendship, I mean."
Dan smiled, seeing Pascal close his eyes and shake his
head. Nobody else noticed, likely.
just grinned. "Well, and these are Sandrine - editor
of a woman's magazine, no, not that kind of magazine,
something with fashion and sex tips - and Chretien,
Solange's latest conquest. Or rather", when Chretien
gave a rather camp and high-pitched giggle that went
straight to Vadim's toenails, while Dan twitched visibly,
"her latest photographer."
to meet you." Dan got up again to shake hands with
Sandrine and Chretien. "I'm afraid I'm a bit too
scruffy to fit in with the fashion crowd." He grinned,
fighting the laughter back, "but Vadim here is
an entirely different matter." The evil grin made
the scar in his face twist in strange ways.
I think you're underestimating yourself", said
Chretien in smooth English with a French accent that
seemed almost comical in a man who'd subscribed so much
to the camp stereotype. Holding Dan's hand for several
moments too long. "But your friend does wear a
beautiful suit. A little austere, but it fits his type.
What do you think, Sandrine, darling?"
say Hugo Boss", she piped up.
wouldn't know." Dan grinned, extricating his hand.
"I just wear what he tells me to."
asked Vadim, confused.
the suit is obviously tailor-made", said Chretien.
"I was thinking more the type than the suit. He
could easily walk for Boss."
Vadim looked at Dan, who shrugged with a confused look
in his eyes. "I'm not sure I understand."
you are a model, aren't you?" Chretien seemed a
little taken aback now.
burst into laughter, almost doubling over in his seat.
"That's priceless," before he guffawed again.
I ..." Vadim paused, only now catching onto the
thought. Oh damn. They'd really thought he was ... "I
mean, no, I'm not. I'm a PMC." Understanding that
the civilians didn't know what that meant, he added:
"Private military contractor. Politically correct
term for mercenary."
Dan added, ever helpful, "we're both ex-soldiers.
Special Forces, you've heard of them? Every country
has them." He had to wipe tears of laughter out
of his eyes.
dear me", said Chretien, and a strange kind of
Vadim spotted Solange coming in and headed over to take
the tray from her, which elicited another of those warm
smiles. "I'll get the rest", she said, when
he took the tray and set it down on the table.
does clarify something I've said for a long time, though."
Dan settled back in the couch, after taking his whisky.
"Vadim is rather model material." Nodding
to himself. "I've always known that, even back
in Afghanistan." Stirring it with that evilly amused
streak of his, because seeing Vadim flustered was a
wonderful sight to behold.
looked around, frowning. "There should be more
light in this place", he said, and it sounded almost
as if he was giving an assistant an order. When the
light wasn't magically brightened, he turned towards
Solange who set down a second tray with a few bowls
of 'nibbles', ranging from carrot sticks to some more
unhealthy options. "Darling, where's the light
switch?" Solange smiled at him and turned up the
light at the wall, smoothly increasing it. "I'm
sure there would be a market for him", said Chretien
after regarding Vadim, who was visibly tense now. "Not
in mainstream or high fashion, a bit too old for that,
I hope you don't mind me saying that ... but that kind
of face ..."
but I do think that at this point in the conversation
I should tell you that if you continue talking about
Vadim like an - admittedly dead sexy - piece of meat,
you probably won't continue with your monologue much
" Dan smiled sweetly while reaching
for the unhealthiest option of nibbles he could find.
Crisps. What else.
seemed taken aback at the bluntness, but shut up, taking
Dan's words as a threat. Vadim sat down and didn't make
eye contact with the photographer if he could help it.
Again, there was that eerie silence, while people took
their drinks and emptied the bowls.
played hostess, making sure everybody had drinks and
the nibbles didn't go out, while vanishing into the
kitchen every now and then. Returning with a tray of
savoury filled bites, there was wine and cheese later,
after a procession of canapés and tiny food things,
that, in succession and by their sheer amount, doubled
as dinner. Conversation flared up again, with Sandrine
starting a conversation that mainly involved Chretien
and Solange, sometimes Jean, then Jean starting a conversation
that involved the military people. Both sets of guests
separated by a glass wall, like in a zoo.
Dan finally had enough and piped up, glass in hand.
He'd been enjoying the whisky and some of the wine for
too long to be classified as sober anymore. Dark eyes
gleaming with that wicked spark, he stretched out his
long legs, making a wide gesture across the sofas. "I
think it is time to play the game of 'embarrassing confessions
of the friends of the bride and groom'. Or rather, what
do we know about those two lovely people here, who are
the reason why we have all come to welcoming lovely
place to be damn jolly for a couple of days. What 'secrets'
do we know which will make them really, really cringe.
Things like hidden pimple cream and wads of tissue."
Dan winked, "good humouredly, of course. After
all, they have been bloody fine hosts so far."
Chuckling, Dan pointed at Sandrine. "Let's start
with you. How did you meet the beautiful Solange and
the strapping lad Jean?"
Solange was the show piece in a series about 'well-integrated
foreign models'." She rolled her eyes, "you
might be aware that we had a very public discussion
about integration, and we were looking for positive
cases, so we gave her a five pager detailing her work,
her career up to this point, how she's dealing with
her heritage and religion - all with beautiful photos,
and that article set some things into motion for her
career. I'm so proud of you, darling", she said,
reaching over to squeeze Solange's hand. "I met
Jean only much later, when he picked her up after one
of the shootings, but he didn't want to get involved
in the article."
can imagine that." Dan grinned, "soldiers,
ex or not, and glamour mags?"
she sold me to some lady from a guy's magazine who was
dead-set on doing some eerie artsy black and white shoots
of the testosterone-drenched world of the French Foreign
Legion, but by then, I'd long since left and presenting
myself as a Legionnaire just didn't seem right. They
should talk about the guys still doing that dance."
Dan waved his glass at the Lieutenant. "While it
is fairly obvious how you met, how did you really
meet? Jean, that is, not the soldier." Dan smiled.
was the finest of a crop of Eastern Bloc boys",
said the Lieutenant. "These days, the Legion is
full of them, and we're sending most of them home. Not
because of their fitness levels, but the state of their
teeth, interestingly enough. But him we took in."
He leaned back, comfortable with a glass of red in his
hand, regarding Jean, visibly delving deep into memory.
"I was a young caporal, then, and I had a lot to
prove. I was determined to give my lot hell."
you did." Jean said in a calm and silent voice.
hadn't learned the 'hard but fair' tack yet. Instead,
I opted for hard. And then harder. And then harder again.
I pushed them to the limit and beyond. Worse. I was
set on breaking them. I thought that was the way to
do it. One day, all the guys were hungry, exhausted,
hadn't slept for five days. I don't mean 'properly for
five days', I mean 'hadn't slept at all'. That day I
gave them an order on the parade ground, push-ups, and
I knew they couldn't take it, but I was set on making
them do it anyway." The Lieutenant gave a spartan
smile, very measured, with a hint of irony that suddenly
made him very attractive. "It was Jean who balked
first. Some moved to obey, but he didn't. Instead he
looked me in the eye and I saw that anger in him. The
others noticed, too. They got up and formed a half-circle
around me. I repeated the order, but nothing happened.
They just wouldn't have it anymore. And then the Eastern
Bloc boy said, in his horrendous French: "You know
what, I'm going to sleep now." It was like the
herd had suddenly turned on the lion. These things don't
happen in the Legion. The roles are clear. But in that
moment, I knew I'd gone too far. True enough, he turned
around and went to the barracks, and whatever I did,
I couldn't stop him or the others. The next day, of
course, I got another Caporal to help and we cut him
down to size. He'd passed his entry test at the top,
a straight 20. If he'd been one of the bad ones, he
wouldn't have made me so angry. It took me a while before
I forgave him - that was when the training staff decided
to offer to fasttrack him. I thought, this guy can be
a caporal in a few months, and I had to do it in three
years. Maybe he had a point. After that, I didn't overstep
again, and he obeyed. When we were posted together -
he was a Caporal and I was a Sergent, I realized he
was actually a good guy. We had a lot of fun, outside
the fence and on holidays. He was always shooting for
trouble, and always got away with it. Testing the limits,
taking risks, like losing his holidays by breaking rules
all the time."
smiled, had sat in silence throughout, glancing at Vadim
for a moment, then back at the Lieutenant. "You
know, it takes a lot of guts to admit mistakes."
He raised his glass. "So, I drink to you, Lieutenant,
and to the fact that you have nailed our Jean down to
the 'T'. Taking risks and getting away with it. That's
him." There was a lot more he could have said,
and it showed to those who knew him - but he merely
finished with, "to the groom, who, despite being
an annoying git, knows the value of friendship. And
to the bride, who must be truly remarkable, because
she has harnessed all that is good in him, and none
of the 'trouble.'"
other guests raised their glasses as well, and Jean
shook his head, grinning. Pleased and touched, and visibly
not quite sure what to do with that. Vadim caught a
glance of that strange relationship Jean had with the
officer, not quite friends, not quite comrades, there
was some other layer beyond that. Opponents, possibly,
or an older brother younger brother relationship, but
definitely respect forced from adversity. These people
had all played important roles to either Solange or
Jean. Of course, the photographer who furthered her
career, the editor who'd likely properly started it.
Pascal, Jean's very close friend and comrade, an equal,
but this officer stood out somehow. Vadim was sure the
man knew that, and had made a bold effort to bridge
that gap and explain why he was here and why he cared
about Jean who had likely dealt a major blow to his
NCO ego, back in the days. What it had meant to the
other NCOs - that he had failed to make the young legionnaire
do his bidding - he couldn't imagine. Jean hadn't been
the only one who'd been cut down to size. He thought
about that while the others toasted, and he murmured
a toast as well, while studying the officer.
smiled, drank to finish his toast. It was different,
then, the chemistry in the group had changed, with a
new-found ease that didn't breed any awkward silences.
Pascal's account followed: he'd met Jean during parachute
training on Corsica and raised hell in the local watering
holes with him. They'd been on the run from the military
police once - a potentially hilarious story, but told
without skill. Until the foreseeable end, being roughed
up by two huge Tahitians who were Legion military police,
and then time spent together 'en taule', in the hole,
the Legion prison, where they'd cooked up a hundred
and twenty-two different plans to escape to pass the
time. Vadim leaned over and murmured into Dan's ear:
"Prison with Pascal?"
get me started, or my imagination will run riot
Dan smirked and whispered, before laughing when the
story came to an end. Quite unspectacular, but another
proof of friendship, and they all raised their glasses
you?" Solange's voice was heard.
Dan's attention had been on the drink he was pouring,
suddenly confronted with her dark eyes and warm smile.
you." She insisted, sweetly, and he sat back.
" Dan grinned, swirling the whisky in his
glass. "I could tell you a wild story of tremendous
adventures, tall tales of the high seas of the sand
dunes, and unbelievably touching accounts of the bravery
of two men, but
" his grin turned into a
smile after a glance at Vadim. Dan shook his head gently.
"None of that would really do Jean justice."
He took a sip, smiling. "I was in a very, very
bad place when I met Jean. Think of ... life, death,
love and loss, disaster, desolation, pain and utter
heartbreak, and all that culminating in hatred
Glancing at Vadim again, Dan placed his hand on Vadim's
thigh, casually, lightly, a touch as natural as a smile.
"Jean offered friendship. That was new to me, because
I had never managed to have a friend, all my life. I'd
never had the chance. Jean taught me what friendship
means and that it's worth it." He shrugged, smiling,
"that's all, the whole wild tale boiled down to
the bones. Thus I'd like to raise my glass to Jean,
our friend, the man who helped save my life in the desert,
and to Solange, to whom I would like to extend my friendship
as well. Let us drink to friendship."
others joined in as well, and Solange leaned over to
kiss Jean, who beamed and probably looked like the happiest
man on earth. And, thought Vadim, it was impossible
to hold a grudge against him that moment. While Pascal
studiedly didn't look at Dan's hand on Vadim's thigh,
the photographer was clearly noticing, and likely got
images in his head at that. The Lieutenant, though,
didn't bat an eyelash.
finished their drinks, and with the atmosphere mellowed,
Dan glanced at his watch. "Blimey, it's still damn
early. While I am all for sitting and chatting here,
I wonder if our couple would like to have some quiet
time together. Perhaps the rest of us should invade
a local bar? If not, I reckon we should get some music
going and ask those two good people here to break out
the family photo albums and the holiday videos."
laughed. "Well, there's a nice bar just down the
road ... But before we shoo you off, I'll show the recent
arrivals their room, and give them the tour of the cellar.
While you enjoy yourselves outside, we'll prepare some
more stuff for tomorrow, when things get a bit livelier
..." He stood, and Vadim set down his glass as
get your stuff out of the car." Jean headed outside,
followed by Vadim and Dan. As they walked towards the
car in the dark, Jean turned, flashing a grin. "Tomorrow
will be hell. It's another fifty guests or so, half
my people, half hers, we've rented every available room
in the area and several more are staying in the house.
How do you like the guys?"
shrugged. "Not sure I like that photographer."
worry about him - pretty certain he didn't mean to piss
you off. Come on, you're easily forty pound and one
foot more than he is, never mind the inches elsewhere."
how would you know?" Dan smirked, teeth and all,
as they heaved the bags out of the car.
been swimming in the pool downstairs. Wearing a pair
of swimming trunks."
but there are the growers and there are the stayers
" Dan chuckled. "Oh, and that Lieutenant
you sure he is completely straight?" Adding,
because he could not not say it, "like you?"
gave a breathless laugh. "Do you have a way to
trace pheromones or what? Beauvais ..." He grinned,
shaking his head. "Last thing I know, he's good
to go when there's also some pussy in bed."
You shouldn't have told me that. The guy with whom you
shared the whore
that's him. It was in some dump in Africa."
you do know what that means?"
think he's just pretending? Possibly. He's a hard bastard.
I respect him a lot - granted, that took me a while,
the first years I thought he was a complete wanker,
but after we'd dealt with our hang-ups, we became friends.
I didn't ... you know, I didn't have 'a crush on him'
that's not what I meant, but thanks for volunteering
the information." Dan grinned conspiratorially
at Vadim, shouldering the suit bag that held his outfit.
"What I meant was, short of Vadim putting me on
a leash ..." flashing another toothy grin, "I'm
going to go after him. That guy is so stiff, what he
needs is a threesome, just without the female whore
leaned against the car with a groan. "Fuck."
For a moment, it seemed as if it was pain or guilt,
thought Vadim, but Jean's eyes showed something entirely
different. Need. A deep craving for something. And he
was pretty sure that craving was Dan. "Too bad
I don't have cameras in his bedroom." It was only
half a joke.
crush, then, eh
?" Dan grinned, turned and
stepped close to Jean, just for one moment. "Then
again, I told you about the stag night, didn't I? The
best man has the right, no, the duty, to organise the
best possible night for the groom." Standing too
close, far too close, as Dan leaned his head backwards
to cast a grin and a nod at Vadim. Then back to Jean,
the darkness sheltering him as he ran a hand swiftly
down Jean's front, lingering at his crotch. "I
am sure we'll find a very large bed for three men somewhere
unless you'd like to make it four?"
moved closer, elbows still on the car, breathing harder,
and clearly very hard. "The beds ... are fairly
big. You'll be ... okay." He looked at Dan, need
very obvious in his eyes. "Fuck, putting that thought
into my head was cruel ... I'll need a very cold shower."
five minutes in the next bush with me on my knees and
Vadim behind you." Dan countered casually.
only question is, how do we set Beau... whatever's name
up to join us", murmured Vadim close to Dan's ear,
and loud enough for Jean to hear as well. He liked Jean
looking so desperate. Straight? More like forced to
play straight ever since he'd returned to the village.
That must have been a bit of a shock for Jean, realizing
that he'd got a serious taste for men in the desert.
"All, of course, without alerting Pascal the Supremely
Nervous, and without giving this Chretien freak boy
a chance to squeeze himself into the middle."
fix Pascal up with a girl, tell everyone
it's a stag night only for soldiers, so the freak stays
away, and find a secluded place with bed and booze and
a lock. Beauvais won't know anything until it is too
" Dan grinned, rubbing himself close.
okay. I can ... Solange's girls
will be all over him when they get here ... just drop
a hint he likes blonde and he's a soldier and they'll
... swarm all over him. I mean, he is damned cute."
always knew you'd think that. After all, a man in spandex
" Dan smirked.
hate his cycling shorts, but I like the guy, yeah. Sue
me." Jean glanced up. "Will you get me off
if I find a place? I have an idea. But ... be warned,
he's just as likely to rip your cock off than touch
I doubt that", said Vadim, moving to Jean's other
side, exchanging a glance with Dan. "Where do we
give our Frenchie a hand?"
flicked his head to the side, scanning the surroundings
within a split second, before throwing the clothes bag
over the hood of the car and dropping the rest of the
luggage. "Right here." Moving to the side,
he pulled the unsuspecting Jean with him, closely followed
by Vadim, as they stumbled through a tight gap in the
cursed, but his protests were weak, partially because
one of them - or both - kept touching him. It was just
a knot of bodies, and Vadim kissed him, of all people,
but at the same time, he opened his jeans, and Jean
was so motherfucking glad for that when he found calloused
hands on his cock. Vadim pulled his trousers down, with
the underpants, he pumped Jean a few times, dry, but
that powerful hand brought back all the memories, including
that time when he'd fucked Vadim. Jean moaned, the need
worse when Vadim stepped behind him and Dan went to
his knees into the damp grass, the heat of his breath
against Jean's cock.
feared for a moment Vadim would attempt to fuck him,
but instead, Vadim pulled him back, his naked ass against
Vadim's clothed groin, and he felt the Russian press
in and grind against him. That was okay, that was safe,
only that it wasn't, not safe, not psychologically safe,
because feeling Vadim needing him so much and feeling
his breath against his ear made things worse. Much worse,
though, when the hot breath and those hands on his hips
turned into the touch of Dan's lips, and then the tight
heat of his throat as he took him in, paused, concentrated,
breathed for a moment, and then swallowed him all the
way. Eyes closed, hands gripping Jean's hips hard, leaving
fingerprints in the flesh as he deep throated him, from
zero to one hundred. Fast and demanding, to bring him
off within minutes.
felt a yelp escape and it freaked him, but he was glad
when Vadim put a hand over his mouth. Powerful, controlling,
holding him while Dan put everything into that fast,
hard blowjob, and Jean couldn't help it, he lost control,
oddly protected and steadied by Vadim - the jealous
lover of the very man who was giving him that blowjob,
even making sure he didn't give himself away. Jean closed
his eyes, strangely, utterly secure in that lust, with
Vadim shielding and holding, and he came, clutching
at Dan's head, shoulders, and Vadim's hips behind him,
unable to decide who he wanted to touch. Knees buckling
when the pressure was taken off.
took his hand off Jean's lips and kissed his neck. "You
needed that badly, hm?"
Fuck." Breathless, Jean relished being held and
leaned against Vadim. "Do you ... what do you want?"
you won't give me", Vadim murmured. "And a
hand would take too long."
came up, a strange look in his eyes as he tilted his
head, regarding Jean for a long moment. In the end he
said nothing, just leaning forward and kissing Jean,
with his taste still lingering. Sharing the spent lust
with the man himself, which made Jean embrace him tightly,
kissing, lips, tongue, no shyness about the taste, in
fact it just drove the point home how much he'd wanted
and would want again.
... what do you ... guys want?" asked Jean, right
between Dan and Vadim and absolutely loving the heat
and the strength.
looked up and smiled. "You got to get back to your
guests and your wife to be, or they'll be looking for
us. I'll take care of Vadim, don't you worry
tomorrow you'll be mine." Dan
winked, leaving the meaning ambiguous.
nodded, still dazed. "Okay. Thanks ... thanks for
this. Believe me or not, but I missed you. Both."
enough, I do believe you." Dan grinned.
I'm not sure."
looked over his shoulder, grinning at Vadim. "I
knew you wouldn't believe me, Vadya.... I need to show
you your bedroom, okay?"
they'd picked up the bags again, Jean went back into
the house and up the stairs, turning to the left. Vadim
assumed they were heading into one of the towers - and
he was right. Up a few more stairs, Jean opened the
door into a rectangular room that held a nice, big bed,
and old, restored furniture. Everything smelled of wood
and work, like Jean had worked on this up till today.
Two walls had windows that presented a good view over
the village. "There's a bathroom down through the
hatch ... but I'd recommend using the stuff in the cellar
for shower and sauna and all that, and it's mostly finished,
is fucking grand, you know that?" Dan looked around,
impressed with everything. "And now shoo, go back
to your bride. We'll take the rest of the rabble out,
so that you get some peace and quiet before
waggling his brows, "tomorrow."
grinned. "Now ... have fun guys, I wish I could
join ... but you know that." He headed out of the
door, and, whistling, down the stairs. Vadim closed
the door and leaned against it. "What are you planning?
Fucking him tomorrow night? You, and me, and that Lieutenant?"
Dan shook his head, sat down on the comfortable bed
and fished for a cigarette. "The last thing I'd
try to do is fuck Jean. Granted, I think if we played
it right, we could, even both of us, but shit, Vadim,
call me a stupid sucker, but it really is the worst
time. That man's desperate, and what I said earlier
about friendship is something I really meant. I feel
we'd be taking advantage of him, and that's not friendship.
The guy's about to marry, and the last thing he needs
at the altar is being completely off whack because he'd
just discovered he likes to get fucked up the arse by
a bloke, while his wife has had her bits chopped off
to be what he thought he'd always wanted - and what
she always wanted to be." Inhaling the first lungful
of smoke. "Nope, that'd be shit and I won't have
it." Dan's face broke into a broad grin, "the
Lieutenant, though, that's another matter. He's fair
didn't react to the last bit. Instead, he stared. "What?"
What do you mean?" Dan looked up, pulling on his
bits chopped off?"
Fuck." Dan's face fell. Smoke curling out
of his nose, he shook his head. "Shit, fuck and
derision and thrice goddamned fucking damn. You didn't
know, did you?"
damn. Solange is a woman. No doubt, you
saw her. All woman and all the right bits, just when
... well." Dan took a deep breath, "when I
saw her photos for the first time I noticed her Adam's
apple. One of the few shots where she wasn't wearing
some jewellery or scarf around her neck. She was born
a biological man, but she's a woman. And while I don't
understand all this shit, I get it that it must be hell
- not being who you are or something like that. So,
anyway, she's a woman, aye? No different to what you
thought she was." He shook his head again, "and
I'm a fucking big blabbermouth."
transvestite?" Vadim blinked. He'd been fooled
perfectly, wouldn't have doubted for an instant. Even
now, the thought that that had been a man didn't go
together with what he'd seen. Voice, frame, actions,
behaviour. He'd been taken aback at how tall she was.
She. It. Fuck. "I guess that explains ... Jean's
flexibility when it comes to cock. Fuck. Wow."
is something else as far as I understand it. "Solange
is a woman. She hasn't got a cock anymore. When I met
Jean, Solange was just going under the knife. She got
tits and pussy and all that. No flexibility there."
Dan got agitated, standing up. "Fuck, Vadim, don't
behave any differently, now that you know. Because that's
what she is, a girl."
when we met Jean, he'd been together with 'her' for
a while, and that means Solange was still ... something
else. Don't tell me you sleep with somebody who has
the guy parts and pretend you're sleeping with a woman,
because, frankly, that's bullshit. I could always tell
whether somebody I'm sleeping with has male or female
sighed. "But that's exactly what he did because
she wanted him to. Jean told me that she would cry and
hurt herself, because she hated her body so much. She
had a cock and she couldn't bear him touching it. I
don't understand the whole thing, but he said she hated
herself. So he got the money together for the surgery."
Flicking the ash off his half-forgotten fag, "I
don't know what Jean is, or thinks he is, and I don't
care, because straight he is not, but I know one thing:
Solange is a woman, okay? I guess that's all that counts."
rubbed his face. "Fuck. That's ... that's a damned
decent thing to do. Of him, I mean. Enabling her to
do that, and ... I don't know, pretend she's a woman
when she's not ... yet, I mean. And I wouldn't have
I wouldn't have either, hadn't I spotted the Adam's
apple." Dan shrugged and smiled. "She's a
good one, I have it in me waters, you know, and so is
he, no matter what." Dan got up, extinguished his
fag and stepped close to Vadim to clap one arm round
his shoulders. "And now we go and take the children
Pulling Dan close for a deep, gentle kiss. "And
regarding the Lieutenant, we can start fucking with
his mind tonight. I'd enjoy a bit of build-up, before
we have him tomorrow."
laughed, "after you, m'dear
an exaggerated bow, he let Vadim step through the door
first, his mind on things very much unlike a white wedding.
Jean had just made everybody laugh with a joke or a
quip, and Solange was sitting on his lap where he'd
most likely pulled her. Vadim still didn't manage to
see the guy she had been. Nothing in the chin, nothing
in the hands, nothing in the frame, and her height only
made her suitable as a model. Maybe the fact she was
too perfect, too attractive - if one liked women - but
he realised he was stretching it.
guys, I'll kick you out for a little ... I already called
the bar, whatever you're having is on my tab. But I'd
love to catch an early night with Solange before the
well-ordered madness that is a wedding drowns us tomorrow.
You guys ..." pointing at Pascal and the editor,
"have the keys. Dan, here's yours. Fridge is full,
my house is your house." He stood, and when Solange
got to her feet, he swept her off them right away and
winked. "See you tomorrow!" and off they went,
leaving the guests alone.
guess that means we have to go into the local bar and
get boozed up." Dan grinned, ready to go. "Who's
coming with us? Military guys only, or fashion entourage
you don't mind", said the editor and smiled at
them. Chretien was also interested, and not much later
they were all gathered around the local wine bar, ordering
the first round of alcohol. It was actually quite entertaining,
even when Pascal again and again fudged all attempts
to tell a joke - that alone was funny, and he took it
with good humour. After a lot of drink, the fashion
people left first to head back to the 'castle', as Vadim
referred to it. While Pascal hung on for a long time,
he'd flown in from South Africa or thereabouts, and
was still jet-lagged. The fact that Vadim kept pouring
him drinks didn't help, and the ex-para ex-Legionnaire
eventually admitted defeat and headed back out to the
castle as well. That left the Lieutenant, who drank
steadily, but seemed still very much together.
long have you been in the legion?" Dan pulled the
bottle of wine close.
into my thirteenth year", Beauvais stated. "Looking
forward to become one of the anciens in Puylobier, planting
grapes or binding books." Again that wry humour.
"Jean made a good change into a more civilian life,
but that wouldn't work for me. I tried, after my first
five years. I was fed up and tried to do something else,
but it didn't work and I went back. Haven't looked back
know exactly what you mean." Dan nodded, poured
more wine into their glasses." I left the SAS two
years short of my pension age, because they wouldn't
let me return to Afghanistan after knee surgery. Went
back as bodyguard and then became a merc." He grinned,
"I'm still trying to figure out what to do once
that ragtag of scars and fucked-up joints gives up completely.
I guess you, on the other hand, have quite a few more
years. Anyway, can't imagine there's a life after the
army," adding while raising his glass, "except
for sex, of course."
is rare enough, I give you that. But wherever I'm stationed,
there is a healthy industry of taking Legionnaire money
in exchange for sex, and it's usually cheap."
grinned, "how old are you now?"
nodded. "And Afghanistan? Now, that was an interesting
can say that again", said Vadim, grinning. "That's
how we met. Enemies by day, lovers by night." Voice
low to keep it between them.
again didn't even blink. "Guess you saved a lot
of money that would have gone to the whores, then."
Grinning and emptying his glass.
chuckled, "not that easy, mate. We were enemies
by night at first, too. Just the fact that we figured
out eventually that we couldn't get rid of the other
from our heads, groins, blood, kept us from pulling
the blade. Or
" he grinned, "placing
it too close or too deep." Filling the glasses
once more, Dan had a good mouthful from his own, noticing
that Beauvais' expression had become thoughtful, speculative.
"Eventually, though, we got it. Vadim earlier than
I did, and he saved my life after I got injured and
forgotten under a pile of festering Muja corpses."
looked at Vadim, studying him, but Vadim just nodded
and smirked. "I had some liberties as a Captain.
I got away with some things that ... a normal soldier
might not have. One of them was that I could operate
fairly independently. Usually, nobody looked too closely
at what I was doing. The paratroopers thought I acted
as spetsnaz, the spetsnaz thought I acted as paratrooper,
and both sides assumed the other had given me the orders,
so they let me in peace to a greater extent than most
are only now starting to admit that spetsnaz exist at
yes. There were rumours, obviously. Dan knew about us
... but yes, we were, strictly speaking, not officially
there. Nor did we do the things we did."
guess when it comes to 'not officially being there'
I definitely win." Dan grinned.
the Legion is different. We're always officially there.
That's part of the deal, the enemy has to know because
then he's afraid. Sometimes we surprise them, on other
occasions, we just let the reputation do most of the
reputation for tiny shorts?" Dan mumbled into his
slag off our shorts." Beauvais grinned and had
more wine. "So you pulled him out and nursed him
back to health?"
" Dan nodded, looking at Vadim
with a grin. "He just used some
guess it wasn't "get up, pussy, it's just a flesh
wound"?" Beauvais seemed genuinely interested,
while the alcohol hadn't slurred his speech or thinking.
laughed, glanced at Vadim again, who just looked at
him without any particular facial expression, and Dan
lowered his voice. "Not quite, no. I was out of
it, it seems. Had a head wound, thigh wound, and had
been buried long enough under the festering corpses
so that I was - quite frankly - fucking mad." Dan
quirked his lips into a strange grin. "He then
used the well researched medical method of fist fuck
and diverse other sexual techniques on me."
- there was no other word for it - blanched. It wasn't
paling, or going pale, it was a more subtle draining
of colour. But Vadim also noticed that his lips opened,
if only slightly.
paused, dark eyes on the Frenchman, while talking to
Vadim. "Did you actually fuck me that time, or
didn't you? I think you kind of did the decent thing,
right?" Grinning from ear to ear.
grin matched his own. "I don't think I did. I think
I'd remember that part. Not that I wouldn't have wanted.
Even then, you were better than any drug I've ever tried,
and then some."
guess I was lucky." Dan clapped a hand on Vadim's
shoulder, a matey gesture for anyone watching. "It's
been twelve years since we met, and we've been through
more shit than anyone should see in several lifetimes."
Eyes resting on Beauvais, Dan added, ambiguously, and
as if in an afterthought, "and you?"
- what?" Cautious, but wound up, the man was wide
awake, but Vadim didn't think he was about to bolt.
have you seen, Beauvais
what have you done."
Dan smiled, face coming closer. "What have you
wanted to do
held the gaze, as if hypnotised. "A lot. Not ...
not enough ... and more", he said in a low whisper,
voice warm, unguarded.
knew, knew this very moment, and he kept his voice to
a mere murmur. "Do you want to?"
only then seemed to wake up, or almost revert back to
his former self. He said nothing for an instant, then
shook his head and said "yes", then shook
his head again. It was strange to see him like that,
Vadim wasn't entirely sure which signal was the louder
Dan answered, smiling. He put the glass to his lips,
finishing off the rest of the wine. "It's the stag
night tomorrow, and as best man I'm supposed to be organising
it." Seemingly changing the subject.
I was wondering about that." Beauvais leaned back,
but Vadim could see him think behind those eyes. He
was trying to decide whether he had committed a serious
gaffe, and he was only half there listening to Dan.
"Jean's friend said he'd abduct the bride ... but
that is after the marriage."
Aye, good idea. I thought, for the stag night, the military
guys should get as far away from the civilians as possible,
and have some good entertainment while getting pissed."
Dan refilled their glasses.
idea ..." Beauvais relaxed again, as if he was
reasonably sure now that Dan had indeed changed the
said he'd know just the place for a quiet little piss-up
away from the revellers, so I guess it'll be all sorted
by tomorrow night." Dan flashed a grin, "just
not sure how the fuck we're going to survive the day.
Any more of Chretien's ilk, and I'm going to fucking
scream." He lifted his glass, "even though
Vadim as a cover model did tickle my fancy."
laughed. "Don't get ideas. I was a poster boy once,
I don't want that again. Besides, I'm 'too old for mainstream
or even high fashion'."
that," Dan grinned, "but I do remember you,
decked out as a Christmas tree at that press stint in
Kabul. Impressive, but most of the effect would have
had a bigger impact on me, hadn't I hated your guts."
didn't dress to impress you particularly ..."
should hear him in his obnoxious French. He's worse
in French", said Beauvais.
Chretien? Not sure if my French's good enough these
days to pick up on it. I do speak a shitload of languages,
but I'd have to be here for a couple of weeks to get
used to it." Dan grinned.
not just the language, but hearing that guy grates on
me, too." Beauvais looked around, then remembered
that Jean was covering the tab, he stood. "Jean's
friend has the key. You had another key, I remember."
me?" Dan patted his pockets, fag dangling between
his lips. "Shit, yes." He grinned and pulled
them out. "Guess we should finish off for the night,
aye?" Turning to Vadim, "come on, Mr Model,
time for your beauty sleep."
I have the beauty blowjob first?" asked Vadim,
casting a very quick glance to Beauvais, who, again,
didn't bat an eyelash. He was somewhere between staring,
transfixed, and just seemed to have forgotten to breathe
for two dozen or so heartbeats.
you know how much of a cocksucker I am." Dan grinned,
lingering for a moment longer. Voice low, close enough
for the Lieutenant to hear. "But only if I can
have my beauty-fuck of your beauticious arse. You never
know, it might smooth some of my scars." He chuckled.
Vadim got up. He didn't even have to look at the officer
to tell what he was thinking. Dan's remark struck him
again. Don't you think they are damned envious. We
got some - every day. And he knew they were being
cruel to this guy. But maybe ... maybe showing how much
they enjoyed themselves hooked and baited this guy more
securely. Dan wanted him - so they were, strictly speaking,
on the hunt. Like he'd been with Vanya. Only that it
was nothing like that. If he wasn't completely mistaken,
this piece of prey was willing to be hunted. But not
quite as easy as the Glasgow boys.
made their way back to the 'castle', and back into their
respective rooms. True to their words, Vadim got fucked,
without desperation and with a whole lot of want and
lust and warmth and familiarity, until it was his turn
to enjoy the way Dan drew out the blow job, playing
with his lust in return. And finally, they slept. Spooned
like always, with Dan lying behind Vadim, and the cool
French night air gently billowing the curtains, as an
owl hooted across the moat.
next morning, a rap at the door. "Hey guys, you
up for a morning jog?" Pascal's voice. Whatever
had given him the guts to approach the very heart of
depravity and the place where the gay virus lurked -
or maybe he'd been ordered to.
the fucking time?" Dan called out, still burrowed
into the duvets.
thirty", came the answer, and it was Beauvais'
voice, louder, easily loud enough to carry through this
half of the castle.
fucking Christ, you think I am still in the military
or what?" But Dan threw the duvet off anyway, after
a quick check to the side which yielded nothing, but
Vadim's whereabouts were confirmed by the sounds of
water from the bathroom.
I let you finish your beauty sleep," came the answer.
for a pair of briefs - for special occasions - from
the suitcase, Dan stepped into them and padded over
to the door. Unlocking and throwing it wide open, as
he yawned and scratched his butt simultaneously. Standing
in all his almost-naked glory, scars and all. "Jogging,
aye? You must be fucking insane." Grinning.
was wearing short shorts, the famous cycling shorts
in fact, plus a sleek top that looked like it wouldn't
be out of place in any championship in running. Beauvais
had gone for a more rustic approach, simple black track
bottoms, a red T-shirt, and a black vest. "Chretien
is downstairs, on the phone. For hours. I'm thinking,
it might be better to have an excuse to be out of the
fuck." Exhaling with a heartfelt curse, Dan glanced
towards the bathroom door. "Give us five minutes,
tops. Vadim's doing some titivating, whatever the fuck
that is," probably just shaving, "and I got
to have a couple minutes for piss, dump, teeth."
He laughed when Pascal's face fell, and shook his head.
"Too much information, I know." Shooing them
off. "We'll meet you outside and you better vanish
now, or you'll see me starkers and Pascal here
Dan waggled his brows, "might catch the gay virus
if he saw my 'bits' again."
wished he'd stop that", murmured Pascal darkly,
already turning away.
enough. See you at the moat." The Lieutenant seemed
amused, and they headed off.
just too much of a target!" Dan shouted after them,
then closed the door and managed to light a fag, get
out of the briefs, and knock on the bathroom door, all
within a few seconds. "Hey, Princess!"
opened. "Yes?" Naked, and half-shaved.
and Beauvais asked us to join them for a run."
jog? Good idea. I could do worse than seeing that guy
Dan grinned from ear to ear, "that'll definitely
give me some ideas for tonight." He winked and
stepped into the bathroom, enough space for them to
work side by side.
that means all stops out? Running them into the ground?"
Not that he could anymore, not with that damned knee
that had been getting worse recently, but he still had
more stamina than any man he'd ever met.
grinned. "Save some for tonight. I'll keep it friendly.
The Legion is famous for long, pointless runs. Well,
I guess we could give them a run for their money, if
you really want to."
do, but I'm not that fast anymore. Can still run for
hours, though." As long as the knee didn't play
up, but Dan ignored that thought and grinned. Shaving
swiftly, he wiped his face with a wet towel. "Okay.
I'm done." They headed out to slip into their sports
kit, rushing down the stairs, where both Pascal and
Beauvais were stretching and keeping warm.
that?" Dan grinned and pointed at the train-track
scar down his knee. "Just so you know that you're
not a big boy if you're faster than me, but you can
try to keep going as long as I can."
not on duty, you know. Let's go." Beauvais was
off, fit and fast, setting a good pace that Dan could
keep up with, and, like an officer, leading from the
front. Pascal followed behind, and Vadim found he enjoyed
the run. A 'friendly' run that was only for waking up
and burning some excess energy. Not that he or Dan needed
that after last night, but he assumed that Beauvais
did. He enjoyed watching the man run. Confident, wide
strides, totally focussed on the run and breathing,
until Dan pulled up beside him, casting a full grin
your favourite type of exercise?" Making conversation,
which made Pascal groan, though, and shake his head,
while Dan ignored the reaction in his back. Running
along, effortlessly, except for the favouring of one
glanced to the side. "Jumping out of aircrafts
with a bunch of green guys and evacuating a drop zone
when the French defence minister is watching. That's
fun. Especially in August."
laughed, "and where was that? I can only offer
a HALO jump into Iran, to extract an Iraqi, not quite
as illustrious as a defence minister."
and I did nothing as fancy. I was too busy kicking their
scrawny asses out of the plane. There are always one
or two kids that get second thoughts."
think it's more of a challenge to motivate kids throwing
themselves out of a bloody plane, than jumping yourself."
about your Iraqis? Last thing I heard SAS and Iraq don't
SAS anymore, did it last year, to extricate a chap who
had an appointment with a war crimes tribunal."
Dan grinned, jumping over a puddle. "The Brits
couldn't afford official involvement, and since I'm
used to suicidal stupid-arsed stunts and being unofficial
but I can tell you that, the CO hated having
to ask me, he couldn't stand faggots."
groaned again, and Vadim saw him pull a face. But he
kept quiet. To his credit, Vadim assumed that Pascal
simply didn't want to bother an officer. Seemed some
things were deeply ingrained, even though the guy was
no longer his superior. Maybe he just expected Beauvais
to get aggressive or even violent if the gay virus became
cast Dan a sideways glance. "You have too much
breath left", he stated, calmly, and suddenly went
off, running fast, just covering ground as if there
was something to win. Dan took after him, fuck the knee,
he had to ignore whatever pain it might throw him, it
was more important to take on the challenge. Upping
his game as well, he cranked up the speed, until he
caught up with Beauvais again, running alongside. Much
faster than before.
me about the battlefields you've been in."
grinned, still breathing easily, breath flowing. "A
dozen shitholes in Africa. Humanitarian stuff. Funnelling
refugees one way ... guarding French expats, going mano
a mano with the scum of the earth ... child soldiers
... Africa is a different place. I'd tell everybody
to not get involved. It's chaos, hostile, and there's
nothing to win. No campaign ribbons. Just shovelling
I completely agree, even though I've never done the
African stint." Gradually increasing his pace,
Dan was feeling the twinge in his knee now, but shit,
he enjoyed himself too much, feeling his body work and
the sweat start to run. "I've done too much Afghanistan.
Got addicted to it and its mountains. Seems I either
end up in mountainous dust or in desert dust."
He grinned, glancing backwards, "but Vadim hates
mountains and hates desert, and probably hates any of
the extreme climates." Earning himself a couple
of rolled eyes and a groan from Vadim, Dan laughed,
breathlessly, as he jumped over a branch that lay low
on the track. "Of course, being a couple of mercenary
faggots makes it harder to cuddle up in the spare time,
if you're caught in the desert."
looked at him, didn't say anything this time, and broke
into a full-out run, as they went around a bend that
would lead them back to the chateau. No holds barred,
all stops pulled and the Lieutenant was racing with
long strides, as if on a 100 meter parcour, while a
mile or two in front of him.
kept up, forced himself to stick to the same speed.
No more breath left, now, instead focus and concentration
as he raced side by side with Beauvais.
Lieutenant seemed dead-set on winning, again pushing
harder. Pressing out between gritted teeth "who
touches the door", and went in, giving one hundred
or more percent, trying to get just that inch advantage
over Dan, who acted against everything he knew about
his body, and forced it to run as fast as he could.
against the legionnaire, the two others long forgotten
and left behind, he found that little bit of extra,
that one ounce of insanity that would forever separate
a mere man from a guy like him, and he managed to keep
up, all the way, finally across the moat, and towards
of them touching the door at the exact same time, slowing
down just enough to not run smack into it, they nevertheless
had enough momentum to make a racket. The Lieutenant
turned to face Dan, just for a moment, then looked back
at the more leisurely jogging Pascal and Vadim.
do you want?" Beauvais asked, softly, keeping a
straight face for the others. "Do you want to fuck
was forcing air into his lungs, completely exhausted.
He was older, his body more knackered, and fuck, he
could feel it. Staring at the legionnaire, he acknowledged
the straightforwardness with his own. "Yes."
Dark eyes steady, despite the state his body was in.
Still nothing more.
kept his eyes on Vadim and Pascal. "Can't wait",
he murmured, then turned to the door, opening it. "I'm
off to the shower. Anybody care to join me?"
look on Pascal's face was almost accusing, as if the
Lieutenant had picked up the 'gay entendre' by spending
too much time racing Dan.
Dan said nothing, not that he could, too breathless,
staring after the legionnaire, dumbfounded. Floored,
indeed, and he was still staring like an idiot after
Pascal had gone past and to his room, and Vadim had
caught up with him. "Fuck. Me." Dan got out,
looking as if he'd seen a ghost.
Vadim placed a hand on Dan's shoulder.
. Holy shit." Still struggling
for breath, Dan leaned against Vadim for a moment. "Come.
" Couldn't repeat what had been
said, too dangerous. Witnesses might be awake.
leaned in to kiss Dan's temple. "Tell me when we
share a shower." They both headed upstairs, Vadim
locked the door and began to strip off the kit. "What
asked me, when we reached the door at the same time,
if I wanted to fuck him. I said yes. He asked, tonight?
I said yes, he
said he couldn't wait." Realising
he sounded like a parrot, and a very stupid one at that,
he didn't care. Getting under the hot shower was bliss,
body completely exhausted, and his knee protesting vehemently.
"Fuck. Talk about the hunter and the hunted."
laughed. "Turning the tables ... not bad. Do you
think he's ever been fucked? I don't think so. Or maybe
he was and he really needs it. He does need something,
and we got him where we wanted him." Murmuring,
while kissing Dan's throat.
his eyes and relishing the treatment, Dan grinned. "I
think he's got a bellyful of guts and decided to barge
ahead, knowing we'll take him up on it."
that." Vadim reached for the shower gel and began
to wash Dan. He just felt like it. It seemed natural,
relaxed, and seeing that pleased grin was good. Dan
was enjoying the situation - the hunt. And being taken
the day, guests arrived - and it was all about getting
ready for the party, with the house soon filled to the
brim with well-wishers and guests. Most seemed to be
from the fashion side, and Jean did drop the hint that
Pascal was a mercenary - which had an astonishing effect
on the assembled young women. There was a lot of food,
Jean did the tour of the house a few times, some guests
stayed longer outside, but most of them congregated
in the house and seemed to enjoy themselves.
pride and joy in the house - apart from all the other
work he'd done, was hidden in the cellar. A complete
'wellness area' as he called it, with swimming pool,
whirlpool, steam room, sauna, rest area, and, further
back, machines for weight lifting. Everything was beautifully
tiled, and Jean remarked that he'd learnt a lot about
tiling - partially to keep the cost down. He claimed
he could even do basic roofing now, because the steep
angle of the roof made the whole restoration amazingly
and Vadim had spent quite some time grooming, and Dan
had to admit he was far more knackered than he should
have been - were he five years younger. Eventually they
had to go downstairs to face the visitors, and pretending
to be part of the crowd that neither of them felt nor
wanted to be part of. The place was heaving with people.
Food and drink everywhere, and Dan kept looking out
for Jean, until he finally caught him, as he was about
to descend into the wine cellar. "Hey, Frenchie
" Dan grinned, pointing towards the relative
quiet of the wine cellar. "I'd enjoy myself more
check on the wine, then." Jean headed downstairs
leading the way in the dark, then switched on the light.
he told me this morning, after a race,
that he was looking forward to getting fucked."
Dan dropped the bomb in a carefully quiet murmur.
fuck." Jean looked shocked. "He can take the
fun out of seducing, now, can he?"
I have just about recuperated from my heart attack,
and I wonder, have you arranged what we talked about
for your stag do?"
I've been busy all day, trying to be subtle ... I have
a place, don't worry."
you have a few minutes? Right now?" Dan stepped
closer, his hand on the light switch.
nodded. "Shit, yeah. Just close the door."
could be too obvious." Dan murmured, flicked the
light switch instead and the room was plunged into darkness.
Feeling rather than seeing, his fingertips were on Jean's
face and jaw, moving close until his lips touched the
other's. "I missed this." Murmured, "you're
a damn good kisser, Frenchie." Adding, the smile
was audible in his voice, "and you'll be a damn
moved forward, embracing Dan, holding him tight and
kissing. "I'm scared. I'm like a passenger. I'm
not doing this. Am I? What the fuck am I doing here?"
he murmured, tenderly.
right thing." Dan smiled, hands running slowly
up and down Jean's back, until one hand rested in the
back of his neck, gently pulling the head close and
into another kiss. "You love her, don't you?"
do. She's the best thing that ever happened to me. She's
fixing my stupid heart. She took all that ... that ...
that anger away." Jean pressed Dan close.
what you do is the right thing, and the best thing you
could ever do in your life." Dan leaned close,
kissing Jean's neck, murmuring, "and this
you won't lose this."
... don't make it that long next time, okay? I sound
like a whiny bitch, but I fucking missed you, Dan."
won't, if I can help it. Just the job, you know
Dan trailed off, allowing himself and Jean the luxury
of a few more minutes of holding, kissing and stroking,
until the noise from upstairs got louder.
to get back." He whispered, smiling into the darkness.
"And tomorrow I'll be right there, with the rings,
and damn proud to be your best man. But tonight
Reaching for the light switch, the cellar was suddenly
bathed in light and his grin was right there, in front
of Jean's face.
you'll have a stag night to remember." Dan snatched
a few bottles of wine from the racks, stalking upstairs.
few hours later, the guests had demolished a huge amount
of wine and whisky, when Jean claimed that now his own
stag party started. Leaving Solange and her friends
the house, he nudged Dan and Vadim to follow him.
led them across the lawn and through the bushes, where,
secluded away and indeed pretty much invisible, a small
building stood. It was in a fairly dilapidated state,
and building material was gathered around it, like this
was the next big project after he'd finished the main
house. It looked like quite a bit of work. "It's
not great, I wanted to have it finished, but the big
one took longer than I'd expected."
though, it was clean, and there was a fridge in the
main room that was filled with drinks, beer and wine,
mostly. The centre pieces were two big airbeds, tied
together, with candles lit and placed all over the floor.
Nothing of that could be seen from outside. "What
do you think?"
think that you've watched too many chick flicks."
Dan grinned, "and I think that it's perfect."
Looking around himself, he spotted food and nibbles,
blankets and pillows. "I assume you have the two
most important ingredients stashed away somewhere?"
They're ... over there." There was a small wooden
box near the end of the 'beds'. "Unless I got you
wrong and it's not condoms and lube." Jean looked
at Vadim and gave a strange little smile. "Shit.
thanks a lot, Vadim."
Vadim here is the only one who's done that marriage
thing before, so guess he would know what it feels like,
the night before." Dan grinned. "When is our
final guest supposed to arrive?"
get him. Or do you ... shit, he doesn't know I'm involved."
fuck." Dan groaned, glancing at Vadim, who shrugged.
"You think he's going to freak when he sees you?
What with former superior and all that?"
idea. I mean ... I don't think so. But it might be weird.
Should I get him and talk to him, or does either of
you ... you know, spend a moment ...?"
a moment?" Dan asked.
I'm here, too?" Jean cursed. "Oh, fuck, I'll
just get him and explain on the way. Wait here."
He headed out and soon found the Lieutenant in his perfectly
civilian clothes - he had promised to abide by the 'no
uniforms and no camo' rule, like all the others. Indicating
with a motion of his head, the Lieutenant disentangled
himself from a gaggle of models - or was that a murder
of models? - and followed back over the lawn.
... no problems." Jean grimaced. "We just
figured it's time to spend the stag night."
Yes." Beauvais followed, not even hesitating when
Jean indicated the other house. But he stopped when
he saw Dan and Vadim, and the 'beds'. Glancing over
his shoulder to Jean. "I am not sure I understand."
pressed his lips together for a moment. "Thierry."
Beauvais straighten with just speaking his name.
shit. I'm not as ... as ... straight...laced as you
thought. Do you ... remember the whores that we shared?"
rubbed his forehead. "Matter of fact, I don't."
When Jean's face fell, he added, "I don't remember
stood, casually leaning against the door frame like
a friendly observer. Smiling at Vadim when the latter
picked up a bottle of wine and uncorked it.
I don't remember them much more, either."
nodded, studying Jean. "So, you're here to refresh
that memory with me before you get married?"
Jean seemed almost comically speechless.
Beauvais looked at Dan, then at Vadim. "I guess
this would be easier if I wasn't so sober."
offer you a glass of wine, or two, or three, if you
gave me your word that I'm not going to end up refreshing
your memory by taking over the role of 'whore'."
Dan held a glass out to Beauvais with a shit-eating
took it and emptied it in what seemed one single gulp.
"We never shared a male whore", he murmured,
then looked at the bed again.
I'm definitely not one." Dan grinned, refilling
Beauvais' glass, "unless I choose to play
it's true. I can't wait. I'm not reneging on that."
am I." Dan stepped closer while looking at Beauvais,
before moving towards Jean, reaching out with one hand
to touch the face, briefly. "And you, groom, since
this is your special night, what is it you want?"
Adding, and his voice turned huskier, "anything?"
grinned. "I ... Well, you." Pausing for a
moment, then looking at Vadim, checking on his reaction,
but Vadim was difficult to read. He looked calm and
composed, and certainly interested, but holding back.
Dan blinked, once, following Jean's glance, but there
was nothing he could read. Looking back at Jean, he
studied him for a while, and his own dark eyes found
the answer in the pale ones: no, they would not tell.
Not admit to the truth. "I don't
murmured, glanced again at Vadim and suddenly smiled.
"But it's your stag night, aye? And it does depend
on how you want me."
... have you. I want to fuck you." Jean smiled.
"If that's okay?"
I just say something about wanting a promise of not
re-enacting the whore?" Dan heaved an exaggerated
sigh. "Damn. I can't say no, at least not to the
groom on his stag night. Guess you'll have me, then,
but I do need some more booze." Looking at Vadim
again, and this time looking intensely enough to expect
held that gaze for several moments, but nothing went
on in that face. He was just watching, appearing calm
and relaxed as he moved over to offer Beauvais more
wine, who took it and drank. Pouring down the wine in
a way that betrayed he tried not to think, or at least
finding it easier to let it all happen. Only then did
Vadim look at Dan again. "Go on. He's the groom."
my arse is the wedding present." Dan raised a brow
and quirked a grin, "guess I can think of worse
me too. Another fucking designer vase, for example",
laughed, turning back towards Jean, in the movement
taking his sweater off and throwing it into a corner.
"I'm willing to undress without playing strip poker,
but not without booze." He grinned, toeing his
shoes off, half-ruining the expensive pair that Vadim
filled a glass for him with red wine, filling it to
the rim, and handed it over to Dan once he'd shed some
of his clothes. Dan stood, just in his trousers, belt
open, and took the wine. Emptying the glass in one go,
with total disregard to the vintage or the flavour.
Vadim moved to Beauvais' side, just standing close,
not touching, doing absolutely nothing but watching.
I got to do all the work, hm?" Murmured, Dan moved
close to Jean, hands on his shirt, fingers working with
remarkable dexterity on the buttons. "Since it's
your stag night
" Grinning, his back to Vadim
and Beauvais, he leaned in, lips almost touching Jean's
ear, "or do you think they should get a pre-view?"
grinned, pulling free of the shirt and dropping it.
"Shed it", he murmured, and Dan opened his
fly, wiggled his hips to let the trousers slide down.
Commando as always, while Jean pulled Dan close by the
waist and kissed him, not letting him go just yet. The
kiss sweet and gentle, but with a hint of something
else, something more.
overdressed." Dan murmured, focused on Jean and
nothing else. The two others forgotten. Working on Jean's
belt and buttons, while tilting his head and kissing
along the jaw line. Jean's trousers open, Dan skipped
his hands inside and looked up, grinning, "what,
going bare for the occasion?" before kissing down
the throat and back up again.
tensed, but in that good way, grinning back. "Less
unwrapping." Slipping out of his shoes, quickly,
and helping to shed the clothes, until he, too, was
bared and naked. The scar on his thigh now standing
out for the observers, as he reached for Dan's cock
and balls, stroking and pulling, while again kissing
him with an open mouth, tongue playing, too.
against Jean, Dan cupped his arse with both hands, grinding
against him for a moment, as he came up from the kiss.
Eyes even darker, cock against cock, hard and aroused,
but without urgency. "How do you want me?"
all fours." Not a pause, no hesitation. Jean had
clearly thought about that.
looked at him, hesitating for a moment, before a corner
of his mouth quirked up in a knowing grin, and he said
Dan turned around, Jean's gaze met Vadim's, with that
weird little, knowing expression. And Vadim understood
perfectly. It was about sharing again. Because of his
jealousy? Or did Jean just enjoy it like that? But then
again, he did, too. He took a swig from the bottle in
his hand, then offered it to Beauvais, who drank, deeply.
got onto hands and knees, still silent, when he suddenly
turned his head and looked at the Lieutenant. Moving
the short distance across, still on all fours, eyes
fixed on the man. "You better keep me interested,
Jean." Yet looking at Beauvais while taking the
bottle out of his hand, he emptied it in one go, at
least three quarters of the expensive stuff. Dropped
it, turned back and faced Jean, as he spread his legs
further. Head high, looking at Jean, and slowly, so
agonisingly slowly, lowering his chest, and opening
his knees that one bit more, causing his smoothly shaved
arse to lift and open wide, right in front of Beauvais.
saw the Lieutenant's eyes widen, his hands tensing,
as if it was sinking in, as if he was confronted with
something he hadn't anticipated. He moved back and half
a step closer, near Beauvais who was transfixed. Whatever
it meant to him to see Jean like that - and Dan fucking
with his mind, it definitely had an impact on his body.
Not touching, it was still too risky, but he wanted
to touch the man. Instead, Vadim shed his shirt, too,
and ran a flat hand over his crotch.
had moved to retrieve the box and put a condom on before
pouring lube into his hand. Warming it between his hands,
he worked the lube into Dan's ass, then, remembering
Beauvais watched, slowed down a notch and began to fuck
Dan's ass with two fingers, grinning.
lowered his upper body even more, until his face touched
the mattress and his arse was as exposed as it could
be. Strangely turned on by exhibiting himself, and by
being a goddamned slut. Pushing back towards
the fingers, cock hard and glistening with precum, he
let out a small sound.
sound visibly shook Beauvais, seemed to rock him in
his foundations, and the knuckles on his hands turned
white. Wanting. Not allowing himself yet to do anything
about it. Jean cast another glance at Vadim and indicated
the other side. Vadim gave a grin, then placed a hand
on Beauvais' taut shoulder. "Enjoy the show",
he murmured, then stepped out of his trousers, shedding
everything else as well. He wasn't hurt when Beauvais
didn't immediately look at him. He, too, watched when
Jean moved himself to Dan's hole, and began to press
in, and Dan reacted immediately when another sound forced
its way out. He visibly drew a breath, expelled it,
and in the movement, forced his muscles to relax and
pushed his hips upwards and out, towards the intruding
cock, accepting it.
watched, stricken, aroused, and still controlled, still
debating within himself, maybe trying to talk himself
out of it - or into it.
every time that Jean pulled out, only to press even
further in, when he thrust forward once more, Dan lowered
his back, arched and lifted his arse, and pushed back,
accepting and demanding. "Beauvais
His voice was husky. "You better watch
because I'll have you after this."
Beauvais swallowed dryly and stepped a little closer,
moving to the side, as if only now becoming aware of
himself again. He clearly didn't know how to take it
all in, Jean, fucking Dan, Dan, getting fucked. The
breathing, the sounds, the heat. Vadim idly stroked
himself, then moved towards Dan's front. "Get up",
he ordered, pulling Dan up by his long hair, but slowly
enough to allow Dan to rise a bit, and, hooking a thumb
into his mouth, opened his jaws, with the other hand
fed Dan his cock, which made Dan shudder, and his cock
jerked. Visible proof of the jolt of lust that raced
through him. Back arched low, arse and head raised,
his eyes were wide, staring at the smooth groin in front
of him. He relaxed, just allowing, taking, concentrating
on breathing through his nose and keeping his balance.
He'd been there before, and fuck, it drove him insane.
Insane enough to want it harder, more demanding, more
took hold of Dan's head, just to take any appearance
of control away, and pushed in, deep, slow, entirely
too deep for most people, right into Dan's throat, which
made Beauvais give a groan. The man shuddered again
when Vadim pulled out, very slowly and very visibly
fucking Dan's throat in long, focused strokes, with
nowhere Dan could escape to. Vadim kept holding his
head, while Jean fucked Dan's ass harder at the same
time, easily two thrusts for each of Vadim's, and beginning
to sweat from the exertion.
held his own. His body - deadly in combat - a match
against the others'. Taking the cocks, as he'd take
any challenge. Nostrils flaring with a hissed sound
when he pulled in air, eyes clenched shut, the picture
of perfect concentration, when not a single instance
of gagging reflex showed. Taking that cock, all the
way, while he was soon covered in a sheen of sweat,
yet his own cock never waned, on the contrary. Weeping,
hard, almost purple with need.
... touch him", said Vadim, and Jean looked at
him, surprised, but also far gone, too far to not follow
the order. Vadim sped up now, driving himself down hard
into Dan's throat, balls pulled up and the orgasm was
suddenly there. He came with a groan, eyes half-closed,
then pulled back, just enough to allow Dan to breathe,
pulling in great big gulps of air, before swallowing
the last of Vadim's cum. Whole body moved by Jean's
thrusts when the countering anchor was gone. Almost
desperately getting more air into his lungs, eyes open
now, as sweat gathered in the small of his back.
turn." Vadim looked at Beauvais, who was still
rooted to the spot, but now moved, opening his trousers
as he took Vadim's position, freeing his cock with one
hand, and mimicking Vadim. Pushing his cock between
willing lips, and once again Dan's eyes closed with
the same concentration as he opened his mouth and throat,
while Jean slowed, groaning.
done that before, Thierry, eh?"
grinned, but didn't manage to answer, as Dan took his
breath away. The skill, the acceptance, and Vadim couldn't
help but appreciate the image, even though he was done
for the moment. Two legionnaires, one of them ex-, who'd
done this before, albeit 'straight'. They both looked
very straight indeed right now, and Dan fully enjoying
himself. 'Fully' being the keyword.
thrust, though, carefully at first, but then with more
determination as the need grew worse, far worse, judging
from his face that twisted with need, desire, and other
unguarded emotions. And Jean, he enjoyed the view, and
'having' Dan, whose body was glistening, dark skin and
pale scars, sweating with the exertion and concentration.
sat down on the mattress, studying the men, engraving
this in his memory - who knew when he could use that
memory again. Dan, shuddering once, twice, when Beauvais'
thrusts became too desperate, hitting his throat too
far, too deep, and he fought hard to keep the gagging
reflex down. It made his muscles contract, his arse
around Jean's cock clenched and tightened, without rhythm
nor sense, just base, animalistic reactions. Jean, getting
closer and more desperate, and then losing it amidst
a stream of gentle, affectionate curses, almost immediately
him to stop", said Vadim, in Russian.
blinked, needed several moments to understand what had
been said, then nodded, still dazed and shaking, and
moved to Beauvais, placing his hands from behind on
the other guy's chest, murmuring something into his
ear, and then pulling him back and into a kiss. Seeing
Beauvais go right for it, throwing himself into that
kiss with all intensity - that was another view to remember.
Vadim grinned at that, lying back on his elbows and
studying Dan, whose head hung low, still on all fours
and not moving. Breathing, getting himself back under
control, despite his thick-veined, hard cock that gave
evidence to the impossible need.
finally raised his head, and only that. Looking at no
one and nothing but the Lieutenant. "Beauvais
Dan's husky voice, raspy from the abuse of his throat.
reacted immediately, and Jean let him, grinning, when
Beauvais moved away. "Yes." Not a question.
Knowing what he'd agreed to.
pushed himself up, straightened, until he sat back on
his heels. The back of one hand slowly wiping across
his lips, as if catching a last drop of Vadim's cum
and the Lieutenant's taste. Knees wide open, cock proudly
displayed, he grinned, predatory, while crooking his
finger to beckon the other man close.
obliged, no less aroused than Dan, and got down on one
knee, then both. He didn't quite know what to do, when
Dan merely looked at him, with that dangerous grin on
his face. Vadim could see the Lieutenant debate whether
to lie down, or what else, but then he turned around
and got onto hands and knees, his back to Dan, who let
out a small sound, like a huff. "You don't do things
by half, eh?"
the point doing it if you do it by half?"
kills me", murmured Jean, in Russian.
kink? You?" Vadim grinned.
gave a laugh. "More the type than the rank."
took the cue and glanced once at his cock, but then
shook his head to no one in particular. Refusing to
give into the urgent need, he listened to his mind instead.
It would make it better, a thousand times, eventually.
He had to take his time, even though it was one of the
hardest things he'd ever done. Running his hands over
Beauvais' arse, which made the man tremble, he marvelled
at the shape and feel beneath his hands. Tiny buttocks,
hard and wiry body, no heavy muscular arse. Nothing
like Vadim, not even Jean. Lowering his head, Dan traced
lips, tongue and finally teeth along the flesh, causing
Beauvais to inhale sharply. Repeatedly trailing towards
the cleft, but never quite getting there, which tensed
Beauvais up, increasing his need. Dan lifted his head
to glance at the two others, a flick of his chin towards
the box with the lube and condoms, and it was Jean who
took the hint, moving over to get the necessary items,
and then even opening a pack of condoms for Dan.
any of your whores ever eaten your arse?" Dan asked,
his raspy murmur the only sound except for breathing.
Beauvais looked over his shoulder, likely nervous, even
though he didn't show much of it. In fact he just seemed
mildly worried, and very aroused.
was it, that was all Dan needed to cast a grin that
could have split his face. Need, arousal, want or not,
this was better than getting off straight away. Lowering
his head once more, his tongue pushed its way through
the puckered muscle and into Beauvais' body, before
the Lieutenant could catch on what was going to happen.
reaction was violent. He bucked up, an uncontrolled
motion that was just body, no mind at all, and Beauvais
gave a strangled sound. Tensing all over, his cock jumped
at a sensation that was both forbidden and incredibly
arousing. Jean got behind Dan, condom in hand, and rolled
it down over Dan's cock, careful to not touch him more
than necessary, not even when he slicked it thickly
with lube. "You'll have to let me know how he feels",
he murmured into Dan's ear, and Dan's hips pushed involuntarily
into Jean's hands.
his head, hands on the Lieutenant's arse, Dan pushed
in harder, forcing his tongue deeper, he fucked the
man in the most intimate way possible. His own cock
never softening, never waning at all, not even when
taking his time, thoroughly rimming the legionnaire,
who was breathlessly panting. Beauvais held back all
sounds, but getting fully into it, just from the way
he responded. The lust increased and at the same time
couldn't be satisfied like that. Finally Dan had to
come up for air, forcing out breathlessly, "turn."
turned, onto his back, eyes glazed. He would have done
anything, followed every order, including 'push-ups!'
or anything else. Whatever. He was far gone. Vadim grinned,
even more so when he saw what it did to Jean. It had
to be strange for him - his former superior, yet Jean
had hardly touched him, done hardly anything sexual
with him, just some kissing and distracting, but nothing
more. He wondered why that was, but for once Jean wasn't
easy to read.
hand was searching blindly, but the lube was close,
and he uncapped it one-handed, while leaning closer
and over Beauvais. Parting his legs with his own as
he moved between them, kneeling. "Don't want you
to forget that a man is fucking you, aye?" murmured,
and Beauvais' eyes widened.
... forget that", the Lieutenant said. "I'm
know you are," Dan murmured, cryptic, "or
I wouldn't be here." Nudging the Lieutenant's legs
up, as his hand went down and between, lubed fingers
pushing into where his tongue had been, making Beauvais
arch and lift his legs, and again Jean was helpful and
lifted them higher, placing them over Dan's shoulders.
The position took some more control away from the officer,
even though he likely had no way to reclaim it. Beauvais
looked at Jean, who grinned at him and got back onto
hands and knees, and moved to kiss him again. Diversion
tactics, Vadim thought.
paused, poised right there, letting the officer feel
his cock as he nudged just the tiniest amount, before
he placed a hand on Jean's shoulder and pressed gently,
guiding him away from Beauvais. Jean pulled back, but
remained close, and Vadim wasn't sure whether he did
that to have a better view or to reassure his comrade,
who, however, looked fine.
at me," Dan said, waiting until he had the Lieutenant's
full attention, only then pushing forward, the angle
just right, and never more than enough to breach the
muscle and pause again. Breaking into a sweat once more,
within seconds, the control sheer torture.
Lieutenant stared at Dan, intently, focused on Dan's
face, waiting, expecting likely for it to hurt, flat
stomach moving with his faster breathing, then the breaths
deepened, signalling acceptance, calm, concentration.
Awareness. "Come on. Do it. You want to",
said Beauvais, clearly, every syllable precise.
much for taking care of the virgin, aye?" Dan pressed
out between almost clenched teeth, the control was getting
too much, and yet he flashed a feral grin. "I'm
afraid it's my show, and you'll get fucked through
the mattress when I say it. Not before." Shuddering
with the effort, whole body tense, Dan merely pushed
forward a little more, before pulling back, almost fully
out again, repeating the movement, rocking inside, inch
by inch, and not a chance for discomfort, let alone
pain. Beauvais didn't show any discomfort, the bunching
of his muscles was clearly arousal, and at some point
he closed his eyes, arching a bit, but his range of
movements was limited indeed. A raw moan came out, that,
strangely, had an almost stronger effect on Jean than
husky murmur was barely audible for anyone other than
Beauvais, "this is what it should be like."
Breathing hard, muscles trembling, "don't you forget
unless you want to forget it."
opened his eyes again, face twisted, but with lust.
"I ... get it." Panting softy, he flexed his
legs to pull Dan closer.
That was it, and Dan pulled out, almost fully, poised,
before that grin flashed across his face again and he
suddenly let lose. No holds barred, body going from
tense control to full-out strength, and he rammed back
in, now that his size had been accommodated. Fucking
Beauvais with all the wild abandon that a body like
his could muster.
clearly took Beauvais by surprise, despite his earlier
encouragement, and the groan was deep and primal when
Dan thrust in the first time, rocking the slighter man's
frame with the whole strength that was Dan. Vadim grinned,
teeth bared, as Beauvais' near-desperate, agonized,
lust-filled sounds came with every thrust. The noise
of flesh against flesh, and Jean watched it all with
rapturous attention. Vadim moved closer, close enough
to touch, but didn't. Saw Beauvais drift off, mind blanking
completely from the onslaught of sensations, absolutely
loving this, judging from the state of his cock that
seemed like it was ready to burst.
kept up, with valiant effort and never waning strength,
but he'd been too far gone for too long, his own body
on the edge of almost unbearable lust, and all too soon
his breathing got erratic and he stiffened, face drawn
into a grimace, close to pain, as he shuddered and jerked.
Cumming with a groan that was torn deep from within
his chest, thrusting hard as he orgasmed, deep inside
Lieutenant stared, doubtlessly feeling the other cum
inside, or imagining it, when Vadim had opened another
condom and pulled it over his own cock. He wouldn't
come that fast this time round, but Beauvais seemed
like he could take more. "I'll have him now",
Vadim said, moving Dan away, who more or less collapsed
into a boneless heap right beside them. Vadim grinned
at the officer. "Turn. I'll have you doggy-style."
and needy, Beauvais just obeyed, swaying on his knees
until Vadim pushed them open wider, and entered the
slick hole that accepted him with no problem, making
Beauvais groan again. He could feel the man's need,
beyond the purely physical, a desperation for that exact
sensation that betrayed just how much Beauvais had suppressed
watched, barely having the energy to discard the condom.
Lying close, looking into Vadim's face, then back at
the Lieutenant, and he pulled himself together enough
to get towards the wine bottles while never taking his
eyes off. Moving back, in front of the two men fucking,
so he could watch both their faces. "Where the
fuck did you find him
" Murmured, so only
Jean could hear. "Priceless." No doubt a hell
of a lot respect in his voice.
was there when I arrived", Jean murmured, watching,
too engrossed to look at Dan, seeing Beauvais tense
and taut all over to resist Vadim's power, and, he could
swear it, moving back against him. Very nearly demanding
more, meeting the thrusts like he'd been born for it.
Jean shuddered, the Lieutenant's sounds the sexiest
thing, never mind Vadim who fucked him without mercy,
and not even beginning to get close.
glanced up, stretched out as he was on the airbeds,
half a bottle of wine already down his neck. "You
should do something about that addiction of yours."
Quietly, to Jean, before his eyes were back on the two
men, drinking in each sound, each movement, and if he
weren't so sore and well-used, and sated himself, he'd
be aroused again.
Jean nearly jumped when Beauvais' sounds got louder,
Vadim had to have changed something, maybe the angle,
whatever it was, Beauvais was not coherent, and likely
felt absolutely nothing but lust at this point.
superior." Dan tore his eyes away to look at Jean,
Jean reached for the bottle. "Can't do it. I'm
not there. Not up here." He tapped his temple.
"Too fucking weird. You ... and Vadim, you're different.
But he's part of my old life."
nodded, "then kiss him. Taste his lust, because
if you don't do it now, you might never get the chance."
Tipping the bottle to his lips, Dan cast another glance
at Jean, "fill that cup." Before the wine
poured down his sore throat and his eyes were back on
his lover and the Lieutenant.
grinned, lopsided, and moved to kiss Beauvais, who panted
into the kisses, but needed both hands on the mattress
to keep from toppling over, while Jean ran his hand
tenderly over the other man's cheek.
then sped up, and finally wrapped a hand around Beauvais'
cock, which hardly needed more than a stroke for him
to cum. The sound when he came was like a sob, while
Vadim just rode his orgasm out, cumming when the body
underneath him clenched and shuddered. Forcing himself
to cum, too, but stayed inside for a few more breaths,
pulling Beauvais back at his shoulders, getting him
to sit on his thighs while Vadim was on his haunches,
and licking the sweat from the officer's neck. "This
is sex", he murmured, clearly, into Beauvais' ear.
"This is the proper stuff. The proper poison. You've
been fooling yourself. I did that, too. Don't make that
mistake. For once, you're a natural."
grinned, catching a few words, he placed the half empty
bottle down beside the airbeds. Crawling closer again,
he lowered his head and lapped all the way up from Beauvais'
spent cock, along the chest, tonguing sweat and cum,
until he reached the jaw and finally was back, face
to face. "And that's what you taste like when you
have real sex." Moving into a deep kiss,
tongue pushing between the Lieutenant's lips, making
him taste himself.
hands came up and he pulled Dan closer, lacking strength
to force him, but needing that touch in addition to
being held and kissed. For several minutes, Beauvais
did nothing but calm, and Vadim caressed him, kept the
sweaty body warm by holding him like that, with Dan
pressing into his front, kissing and holding him. Vadim
then moved and nudged Beauvais to lie down, which he
smiled, and was already mostly dressed. "I better
get a shower and ... visit my girl", he murmured.
"Sleep tight and ... thank you."
looked up, "Wait." He got up, somewhat laboriously
and definitely stiff.
paused, shirt in hand, looking at Dan.
nudged Jean closer to the door and into the shadows,
as he stood and embraced him, searching for a tender
kiss, full of gentleness. "Sleep well." Between
kisses, barely audible, "tomorrow is your big day,
too. Thank you." Jean smiled and hugged him tightly,
then moved back and unlocked the door. "I'll probably
even sleep, now." He winked and was gone, pulling
the door shut behind himself.
had discarded the condom and was still holding Beauvais,
who seemed ready to sleep, apart from the occasional
shudder passing through him. He'd pulled up one of the
blankets to their waist.
think we are getting old, hm?" Dan turned round,
regarding the remaining two men, as he moved towards
the back door, picking his way through debris and dust.
"So much for an all-night orgy." He
grinned fondly, could feel the aches and pains in his
own body far too keenly, and his movements were everything
but smooth, favouring one leg.
grinned, pulling the blanket back for Dan to join them.
"We could try and get off on an early start tomorrow",
he murmured. "But I think he has enough."
Nudging Beauvais, who turned, looking at them for a
need a piss." Dan grinned and nodded, vanishing
through the back door. A couple of minutes later, he
reappeared, making his way straight back to the blankets
and the other two men. "I don't think I'm the only
one who's walking stiffly tomorrow." He winked
at the Lieutenant, as he lowered himself down to the
airbed, with a lot of groaning.
smiled wearily. "I could have ... pulled a muscle."
He reached over to invite Dan to move closer, while
Vadim lay on his other side, keeping snug and warm,
and relaxing already, drifting off towards sleep.
if you do want an early start
an early riser. Legion time." A touch of hesitation
in Beauvais's voice when he said 'Legion', and Vadim
could only too clearly imagine what was going on in
the man's head, but also that it didn't bother him.
Yet. "Then catch your five hours, you'll need them."
me. I need more sleep. I'm an old and weary man."
Dan smirked, getting under the blankets, in front of
the Lieutenant, practically sandwiching the man between
Vadim and himself.
yawned. "Sleep is such a waste of time", he
stated, and shifted until he was in the most comfortable
position that he could be in.
and if you do manage to wake us early enough, you might
even get to fuck one of us." Dan grinned, eyes
you can move, that is," added Vadim, closing his
eyes and letting go.
chuckled, "aye, there is that, but you'll find
out, soon." He was drifting off to sleep sooner
than he could put his head properly onto the pillow.
Booze and sex, the best sleeping aid.