1993, British Embassy in Belgrade
had been back in the Balkans for no more than a generous
month, after a trip through Tuscany. Most of the wounds
had healed over, but never fully closed. Healed enough,
to treat each other once more with the well-worn and
comfortable ease, and without the need to step on eggshells
or to avoid the other's hurt like barbed wire across
no man's land.
were less harrowing this time, and done with a new-found
detachment, carefully avoiding to get drawn into anything
emotionally. It was hard to develop a distance, though.
month, until one day the Baroness contacted Dan, letting
him know she would be in Belgrade, and inviting the
two of them to a day reception in the embassy. Something
Dan dreaded, despite his considerable experience in
the area, and something Vadim was not sure about.
course it was cold, miserable and drizzling lightly.
April weather wasn't any better in the Balkans than
in Britain, spring or not. The crowds of illustrious
guests were huddling under a series of heated tents,
set up on the large sloping lawns that ran from the
impressive residence towards the formidable gardens.
The four larger tents in the middle were housing the
buffet and - most importantly - the drinks, with waiters
circulating amongst the guests.
was lingering around the buffet, having both his dessert
plate and his glass replenished at regular intervals.
Bored to the core, until every bone in his body was
dried and discarded, screaming to be let out of this
goddamned place. Yet he stayed, listened half-heartedly
to the pipers while indulging in pained smiles, trying
to look like a decent human being who even remotely
fitted into the gathering.
the way the Baroness made small talk with admirable
grace and uncanny ability, now and then glancing over
to him and he remembered each time to flash a smile
and to nod back at her. He liked her, no question, old
friend and all that, but to blackmail him into getting
into this bloody stiff and formal suit and to stand
around like a piece of furniture? He'd get her to pay
for that. Friendship was one thing, but torture quite
and already having frightened off a couple of dutiful
small-talkers, Dan had his glass refilled once more,
before letting his eyes travel across the room.
women, suits and posh dresses, a veritable congregation
of the crème de la crème. All goddamned
motherfucking boring wankstains of a dreadfully unbearable
sighed. Going for every swear word under the sun wasn't
going to make this event pass any quicker nor the wasted
time more bearable.
suddenly caught a glance from the Baroness, and he tried
to smile back at her, if that grimace could be called
a smile. The corners of his lips appeared pained but
quirked up, while his eyes were swimming in dark pools
of misery. His mood didn't increase at all when he realised
she was almost smirking at him. How dared she. She was
laughing at him! What had he done to deserve
this? He growled beneath his breath, seeking to soothe
his frazzled nerves and threadbare ego with a replenished
glass of white wine, holding it out for another refill.
He didn't even like that sissy crap, would much prefer
a beer, but better to get drunk on anything, than staying
sober. He was so bored he was ready to cry.
couldn't find solace in Vadim's companionable misery,
either, because the goddamned bastard was seemingly
enjoying himself. As much as his Russkie could 'enjoy'
himself outside of beds and other suitable furniture
that withstood two - or more - heavy men. Dan was watching
Vadim across the room, the broad back in the brand new
black suit, white-blond hair neatly shorn, listening
to some small-talking big bozos and talking about probably
absolutely nothing. Bastard. Wanker. Fucking cunt. Deserting
his own partner for the glitz and glory of half dead
crusties that kept exchanging meaningless pleasantries.
growled once more to himself, turning away, when suddenly
presented with something in his view. Black-breasted.
Crisp and neat, and yet another one of those same-self
suits. Lifting his eyes, Dan found himself scowling
into a friendly smiling face that shockingly flaunted
a fashionable three-day stubble beneath dark hair. A
rebellious feature in an otherwise a perfectly respectable
you ask me now what I think about the bloody weather
I am going to fucking scream!" Dan snarled at the
tall and gangly stranger, who probably wanted nothing
but refill his glass or pop a couple of 'nibbles'.
Dan's surprise the man didn't frown, let alone look
shocked at a profanity in such a refined place. Instead
he laughed, just like that, and lit his cigarette, then
shushed, while looking behind himself, as if he weren't
allowed to show any signs of amusement.
take it you are not one of the 'regulars', then."
The man's eyes had a certain twinkle to them, and the
corners of his lips kept twitching as he spoke.
fuck, no." Dan growled, slightly calmed down. "I'm
here because of a promise to a friend."
you," the man put the glass down and wiped his
hand on one of the starched napkins. "That means
you can get away with an escape plan at the ready."
He grinned, and Dan found himself intrigued by this
person. The humour was completely unexpected.
sure you didn't take the wrong turn at the security
gates?" Dan twisted his brows, looking straight
into the other's face. The man was as tall as himself
and that in itself was rare.
man laughed again, quietly this time. "Oh dear,
where are my manners. No, I'm afraid I do belong here.
I'm Markus Kaltenbrunn," holding his hand out to
Dan, who shook it, pleasantly surprised at the strong
grip, and at the same time noticing a cursory glance
at his scarred left hand.
Austrian." Markus grinned, letting go of Dan's
the same," Dan shook his head, dark hair, silver
streaked at the temples, just as unruly and wild as
ever. He couldn't help but smirk at Markus' mock-shocked
expression. "Nicht gleich?" Dan offered, venturing
into the rusty remnants of his German.
at all." Markus chuckled, "never call an Austrian
a German, and I don't even dare to tell you what might
possibly happen if you did that to a Swiss. I reckon
World War III would be nothing compared to the reaction."
laughed, catching a surprised glance from the Baroness,
which made him shut up immediately. No fun. Copy, Ma'm.
"Since I've already had my foot squarely in my
mouth, I reckon I can't make it any worse." He
flashed a grin, "you don't seem like one of those
small-talking mummies. What the hell are you doing at
looked as if he were going to laugh aloud once more,
but caught himself and tapped a finger against the side
of his nose. "If I told you that I'd have to kill
really?" Dan let his arched brows shoot up to the
dark hairline, "you and whose army?" His grin
broke through the mock anger, twisting the scar in his
admin." Markus nodded, as gravely as a man could,
whose face threatened to be split with a grin. "I
can tell you, you don't want to mess with her. All of
five foot nothing and looks like a porcelain doll, but
if she gets going
shaking in my boots," Dan smirked, hardly noticing
that his glass was being refilled. "Sounds like
a formidable foe." Taking another mouthful of the
wine, the stuff still didn't taste any better now than
it had tasted, ah, a bottle or so ago. "What about
her boss?" Gesturing towards Markus with his chin.
might tell you that," Markus grinned, "but
only if I knew who I'm actually talking to."
shit." Dan exclaimed, overheard by an extremely
distinguished looking French Colonel in white dress
uniform, whose fine brows furrowed in disapproval at
the Anglo-Saxon profanity.
sorry, completely forgot. I'm Dan. One of the mercs,
but that's obviously not why I'm here. I used to be
Baroness de Vilde, Her Excellency's, head of security,
in Kabul and Dubai, and am still kind of working for
her." He gestured to the Baroness.
to meet you, Dan." Markus took a sip of his drink,
protested, "No, no, pleased to meet you.
I was going insane with boredom. I've been standing
around at functions too many times for her. Drives me
can imagine." Holding his now empty glass out to
one of the waiters, Markus chuckled. "Quite intriguing,
though. How did you become a mercenary after working
for a British embassy?"
shook his head, downing some more of the wine. "Uh-uh.
No telling, not before you've answered my question of
what makes you a regular guest at these dos."
managed to look almost properly chastised for a moment
or two, before offering a shrug and a grin. "I'm
the head of delegation of the Red Cross in the Balkans.
One of the 'perks' of the job is to practice small-talk
at these functions." Adding, when Dan grinned at
him in an altogether evil fashion, "ha, ha, very
funny. I can see you are a very sympathetic man."
didn't answer, just laughed, hiding face and sound behind
his glass and hand, all the while shaking his head,
think I must have made a funnier joke than I thought."
Markus looked as if he alternated between being be-
sorry, guess 'sympathetic' is a bit of an insider joke."
story, how many hours have you got?"
looked at his watch, pondering in an exaggerated fashion,
"I reckon this is going on for another couple of
enough." Dan shook his head again, before emptying
about a short version then?"
for a moment, Dan's dark eyes suddenly took on a wicked
glint. "I could give you the extremely shortened
grinned, "go right ahead."
you asked." Dan shrugged, "don't complain
afterwards." He took a deep breath:
upon a time there was a Scottish SAS soldier in Kabul.
He met a Soviet Spetsnaz soldier. They were enemies
first, then shagged for nine years, fell in love at
some stage. Dragons, battles, and damsels in distress
in between, until an evil wizard took the Spetsnaz away.
The Scot and the damsel battled the vile foes, until
the Russian returned, but the evil spell still had him
in its claws. More dragons, battles, knights in not-so
shiny armour later, the spell got broken, the Princes
got reunited, and our Russian and Scotsman kind of lived
happily ever after." Dan flashed a toothy grin.
brows had crept up his forehead, "You are taking
the mickey, surely."
Dan grinned, "I warned you, you wanted to hear
the story." Twisting around Markus to spot the
broad black-suited back with the blond shorn head, he
pointed at Vadim. "The proof's over there. My Russian.
One of the two princes."
craned his neck, stared at Vadim, turned his head back,
and Dan saw an expression on his face that was entirely
different to anything he had expected. He was confused
at first, tried to decipher if it meant disgust, annoyance,
partner?" Markus asked with an altogether new sound
in his voice. Unguarded.
Dan nodded, still frantically decoding the non-verbal
message, "Vadim. Got a British passport now, thanks
to the Baroness. He works as a merc, too."
watched how Markus's lips pursed a millisecond, and
then the Adam's apple moved, when he swallowed hard.
All of a sudden it clicked and Dan realised in a flash
what on earth he had been trying to decipher: the unexpected.
married?" Dan asked out of the blue, catching Markus
grinned. The evening had just become exponentially more
interesting. Deliberately taking a step forward, entering
the other's personal space while reaching for a strawberry
tart, which he could have picked up from somewhere else.
Markus didn't flinch, nothing, and Dan's suited arm
brushed along equally fine cloth, as he pulled back
slowly. Chewing the sweet morsel while watching a badly
hidden intake of breath. Ah, yes. Just as he'd thought.
Thirty seconds and the amusing banter had turned into
something else entirely.
it had worked with Frenchies, Yanks and Russkies, why
not with an Austrian? The guy was admittedly in a completely
different league, but sex was sex, no matter how fancy
the man, and Dan had never believed in subtlety. Besides,
the bottle of wine or more was helping him on the way.
waited until Markus had his glass refilled, before throwing
himself into the surprise attack.
I asked you if you knew of a place around here for a
quickie, would you a) be disgusted at the suggestion,
b) tell me to fuck off because I'm not your type or
c) come with me?" Dan flashed a grin.
brows shot up, but to his credit he hesitated less than
a second. "Option C."
grinned, somewhat predatory, before catching another
glance from the Baroness, which made him smooth his
face back into a smile. No amusement, no fun, and definitely
no sex. Copy, Ma'm!
question is where, though." Dan looked around the
room, as if to try and find a suitable spot, right there
might be missed." Markus followed Dan's glance
for a moment.
on how long you define the duration of a quickie."
Dan found what he had been looking for, made eye contact
with Vadim, who acknowledged him briefly before continuing
his conversation. Dan returned his attention immediately
to the nicely spoken man with the enchanting accent,
and who was still standing his ground with a bemused
expression. Dan secretly admired the fact that the guy
didn't appear to be remotely rattled. Perhaps the poker
face came with the job, just like it did for Maggie.
about your partner?" Markus had caught Dan's glance
to Vadim, who looked everything but the type who didn't
mind if his lover shagged around.
Dan shrugged, putting his glass down. "He knows
I love him, but while love's love, so cock is cock."
Straightening his suit jacket, Dan grinned at the other's
perplexed expression. Eureka! He'd finally stirred up
a reaction. "Does that answer your question?"
guess." Markus followed suit, and put his
glass down as well.
With one last glance towards the room, Dan turned his
attention fully and exclusively onto Markus, the scar
in his face twisting. "Lead the way." Snatching
one of the pristine napkins off the table in an afterthought.
"Wherever to. Soggy bushes? Broom cupboard?"
hesitated for a moment, before he straightened up to
the same impressive height as Dan's, starting to grin.
"I know just the place, and it's neither wet not
cramped." He headed out of the tent and towards
the low-slung building with its rows of picture windows
overlooking the garden. "There are two drawing
rooms which should be empty, just before the dining
room. All enfilade." Making pleasant conversation
to not draw any attention, while Dan followed through
the drizzling rain, nodding now and then, while trying
to figure out if he felt the bottle-plus of wine or
not, and what the hell 'enfilade' meant.
am sure the residence is deserted." Markus commented
as he held the door open for Dan to step through.
one way to find out." They walked along the hallway,
with Dan following Markus, who seemed to know the layout
very well. They soon reached the first drawing room,
and Markus slowly opened the door. As expected, the
large room was empty and steeped in a dim light. The
daylight muted by heavy, floor-length curtains, either
side of the swags and drapes that covered the picture
safe enough." Markus commented, and Dan stepped
inside, his grin growing to predatory proportions.
could say so." Shutting the door behind him, Dan
moved forward, chest against chest, and Markus more
than willingly stepping back, closer and closer towards
the corner of the room, towards the floor length curtains,
which barely moved when his back hit the heavy, blood
red velvet. "Do you kiss, mein Herr?" Dan
grinned toothily, a hand on each side of Markus' head,
who swallowed, nodded and just grinned, not saying anything,
as if he couldn't trust his voice.
proceeded to do exactly what he had asked for, coaxing
and demanding, soon kissing deeply, but light-heartedly
and without the heart rending emotions, that kissing
Vadim could bring. His hand dropped to Markus' fly,
while he pressed against him, trapping his hand between
their bodies, when it had found the rapidly hardening
cock. He never let up the kissing, not even when he
shifted his hips to blindly open the fly and push it
apart, trousers out of the way and cotton shorts down,
until his fingers closed around the cock, thumb rubbing
precum into the crown. He broke the kiss and pulled
back to grin at Markus, whose lips were parted, breathless,
and with a somewhat glazed expression in his eyes.
his other hand, Dan was about to open his own fly, when
Markus' hand joined in, swatting his own away. His grin
grew, matched by the other man, who soon had him bared,
which caused a raised a brow, encountering nothing but
skin beneath the fine suit. "I prefer commando
" Dan murmured and Markus huffed a laugh,
captured by Dan's tongue and lips, kissing as they stroked
were fast and needing, their movements soon turned demanding,
and it was Dan who's hips jerked erratically, breath
hitching, shallow and fast, when he came, soon, too
soon, in a last thought swiftly turning to the side,
away from suits and expensive fabrics, spoiling only
the curtains as he came, not their clothing.
was gasping for breath, kiss broken, about to concentrate
on Markus, when a sudden sound in the hallway caught
his attention. "Shit!" Muttered, he stared
at Markus, who was hardly capable of intelligent thought.
So close, his mind was taken over by lust and need.
"Someone's coming." Even now, Dan caught the
absurdity of the double meaning and he was simultaneously
laughing, breathlessly struggling, and pushing Markus
backwards, while trying to close his fly.
Markus protested feebly when he suddenly heard another
noise, and the expression in his face turned from lust
dazed to utterly shocked.
the curtain!" Dan hissed, shoving to make him move,
but he didn't need to, because Markus was already hurrying
behind the thick fabric, trying to steady the folds
and keep the wet spill out of view at the same time.
Dan just about managed to close his fly and straighten
his suit, whispering, "keep the thought!"
and the door opened.
turned, fishing for his cigarettes, while shielding
the still juddering curtain as best from view as possible,
trying hard to appear normal as he smiled at the uniformed
gentleman who stepped inside. "Searching for some
peace and quiet?" he inquired politely, hoping
to hell and back that his voice didn't betray him, that
no stains showed and that the scent of sex wasn't that
goddamned overpowering as he perceived it to be. He
swiftly lit the cigarette anyway.
quite." Clipped consonants and lengthened vowels,
and Dan knew straight away from what kind of posh background
the man came from. "I was on the lookout for Capitan
Molineux. Have you seen him by any chance?"
I'm afraid I haven't." Dan smiled his most polite
smile, just hoping the guy would leave. "But perhaps
if you ask the embassy staff ..."
I should have thought of that myself."
forced the smile to stay on his face.
shall leave you to your peace and quiet, then."
With that the gentleman left the room and Dan let out
a sigh of relief.
fuck, that was close." Muttered, he hurried across
and checked the door, this time locking it and wondering
why the hell they hadn't thought about it before. Booze
and horniness didn't go too well together in the brain.
"All clear." Calling over, but the curtain
didn't stir. "You alright?" Dan was soon back
and pulled the curtain out of the way, confronted with
a shocked looking Markus, whose trousers were still
round his ankles, still standing frozen, and very much
not having kept the thought.
locked the door this time." Dan grinned, inhaled
another lungful before stubbing the cigarette out in
a potted plant nearby. "Where were we?"
don't think I ..." Markus finally let out a breath
he seemed to have been holding all that time. "Sh
That was close."
but not too close." Dan grinned toothily, stepping
closer. "I see you haven't kept the thought, best
I do something about it."
Markus looked at him, not fully comprehending.
a blow job?"
stammered something that wasn't intelligible, but Dan
took it as consent, ignoring the few sounds of protest
that could have had to do with being in a room in the
British embassy and having been almost caught out, while
but all those noises ceased and turned into something
very different, when he got down to his knees. Cumbersome,
since the knee was stiff and sore, but he nevertheless
was soon on the floor in front of Markus. He grinned,
hand closing around the not yet interested cock, coaxing
by stroking, leaning in to trace his tongue along the
side, beneath and around, until the interest became
clear and he closed his lips around the head, causing
Markus to let out a choked sound.
all his extraordinary skill and gusto, Dan soon got
Markus to a point where his hands twisted in the thick
velvet of the curtain, and his breathing became shallow
and noisy. Hips jerking involuntarily, he came suddenly,
without much warning and with such suppressed sounds,
they almost sounded as if he were in pain. Knees wobbly,
Markus had his hands in Dan's hair, touching, while
trying to get back down, breathing hard. Dan took his
time, cleaning him up properly, then pulling himself
up to stand, and tucking Markus him in, even closing
are repeating yourself." Dan grinned wickedly,
reaching for his cigarettes.
..." Markus stammered, but to his credit, he had
himself under control soon after. "Didn't expect
that when I came here."
laughed, offering Markus a cigarette, then lit both.
He felt mellow now, and in a damn fine mood. Despite
all the booze, he'd become surprisingly sober.
I just sound really stupid?"
Dan shook his head, "just funny. Imagine ... expecting
a quickie with a stranger when going to an embassy function.
That'd be ever so damn hopeful."
joined in the laughter, leaning against the heavy table
to smoke his fag. "Do you often do that?"
I can. Variety is the spice of life." Dan winked.
"Well, or something like that."
grinned and just quietly shook his head while smoking.
"You're pretty good at that, you know."
nodded, exhaling smoke.
one of my favourite things in life."
partner is a lucky man."
should think so, but perhaps you should remind him."
... perhaps it's not the right time just now."
grinned, extinguishing his cigarette. "Perhaps
you are right. Anyway, what about heading back? You
could go first."
I leave that to you. Give me a moment to compose myself.
I'm just a hapless civilian." A grin was tugging
on the corner or Markus' mouth. A rather wicked one.
... and if I believed that I believed anything."
With that Dan turned, still grinning sharply, and made
his way to the door to unlock it. "Nice meeting
you, Markus, let's repeat that."
grin that answered him was still there when he'd already
left the room and closed the door behind him.
1993, the Balkans
was chatting to his team mate who was driving the Lannie
up a hill. No matter the conversation and the occasional
laughter, they were both alert. Of all people in that
camp, Dan knew what it meant if he let off the vigilance.
were heading towards a headland on the top of the next
hill, when they turned around the corner and almost
drove straight into a vehicle right in the middle of
?" Dan exclaimed when his mate managed
to stop their car just in time. The vehicle that blocked
the narrow path was white. Bright white with rather
large and gleaming red crosses painted on, and flying
two flags. White as well. And red-crossed. Dan started
to grin, surely there couldn't be such a coincidence?
help?" He shouted and got out of the Lannie. Despite
the obvious scenario, he was still alert and the weapon
was always at the ready. Defence, not attack, of course.
Even though he didn't think this was anything but what
it looked like. The sound of foreign curses came to
his ear, from the direction of a man who was deeply
buried inside the bonnet of the car. He didn't have
to wait for an answer, though, because that moment another
man stepped out from between the trees, and that man
was all too familiar. Dan grinned toothily at none other
than Markus Kaltenbrunn. "Stranded? Need help?"
shrugged his shoulders and pointed at his driver who
was straightening up. "According to Dragan there
is no chance we can get the car going again."
we have a look?"
say no." Markus motioned to his driver to step
away and both Dan and his mate had a good look under
the bonnet of the Toyota LandCruiser. Murmuring to each
other until both nodded.
the carburettor's fucked. Damn shame you're not using
one of your armoured Lannies." Patting the hardtop
of the Toyota, Dan stepped to his own Landrover, equally
white but instead of a red cross, emblazoned with KFOR.
"We might have been able to fix it. You know, shoelaces,
plasters, and glue." He grinned, while his mate
laughed and the local driver looked anything but impressed.
what now?" Markus sighed, looking from one to the
other. "Do I need to radio help?"
" Dan pondered a moment, when his mate
had an idea.
a town fairly nearby, isn't it? I saw it on the map.
Just a few miles down the hill. You could get it fixed
the driver, interrupted before anyone could say anything.
"That's right. Have family in town, uncle has garage."
always an uncle
" Dan muttered to himself
with a grin.
Markus nodded to Dragan, "but how are we going
to get there? Unless we could get your uncle up here
with all the necessary equipment, which is fairly unlikely."
we just tow you down into town." Dan looked at
his mate, who agreed.
got some leeway, just have to radio base and let them
know. I guess helping the Red Cross is part of our remit."
He grinned and turned towards the Lannie for the rope.
to my mate," Dan pointed a thumb at the man, "he's
only one small problem," Markus frowned.
have to be back in the office for a quick update today.
No way around it."
what about that, then. We tow you down into the town,
you stay with your family, if possible," Dan pointed
at Dragan, "and then we take you back? Your vehicle
could be brought across tomorrow."
nodded, indicating with a thumbs up that he was all
up for it.
like a plan." Markus smiled, "and thank you
for your help."
flashed a grin and leaned unexpectedly forward, "oh,
the pleasure is all on my side."
was rewarded with a momentary fluster from Markus, and
when Dan turned away his grin had grown beyond all proportions.
quickly positioned the cars with some careful navigating
around the Toyota, and set up the towing rope. With
Markus in the back of the Landrover, Dragan sat behind
the wheel of the Red Cross vehicle, and they went on
their way. The organisation, once they were in town,
went fairly smoothly, with Dragan's uncle promising
to fix the car before the next day, if he could get
all the necessary parts together, but he was confident.
A couple of hours later they were back in the Lannie
and headed up the hill, when Dan's team mate requested
to be dropped off at the camp first and foremost, after
a call came in for him via the radio.
time later, only Dan and Markus were left in the vehicle,
when they drove from camp to Belgrade to get to the
Red Cross headquarters.
time no see, aye?" Dan grinned towards the passenger
seat, while scratching a troublesome spot beneath his
really that long, or is it?"
blue your balls are."
let out a huff of laughter. "Quite."
what? Quite blue or quite depending?"
would be telling."
it was Dan's turn to laugh. "And would it be a
problem if it were? I guess it all depends if you'd
like to invite your rescuer to a strong cup of coffee
or not. That is, if you can get out of the office in
any amount of reasonable time."
turned his head to look at Dan, seemingly pondering
for a moment. "I
think I could arrange that."
Markus grinned and lit a cigarette, then a second one
for Dan, who'd grunted and flashed a grin.
step on the pedal, then." With that Dan turned
onto the faster road and they headed straight into the
centre of the town, where he waited outside the Red
Cross building, carefully behind cover, for no more
than half an hour before Markus reappeared.
sorted. Very thankful you were there to help."
live to serve, or something like that." Dan laughed,
awaiting directions, which Markus delivered once he
had buckled up.
arrived after a few minutes in Markus' private residence,
an impressive old building on Uzicka, one of the beautiful
tree lined main alleys.
not all mine, and it's not actually mine anyway."
Markus commented with a smile.
that." Dan glanced to the side after he'd parked
the car. "I'd murder a strong coffee right now."
goodness you'd just murder the coffee and not murder
for the coffee."
" Laughing, Dan got out of the
vehicle and secured it behind the gate. "But I
might murder for cleaning up my hands, I still have
car oil sticking to it."
course, come on in." Leading towards the ground
floor flat, Dan found himself soon in a place with high
ceilings and tasteful decorations. If he hadn't already
known he'd realise now that Markus was a different league
to his usual conquests. But he didn't mind, on the contrary.
bathroom is over there," Markus pointed to one
of the doors that led out from the hallway, "I'll
get the coffee going."
nodded and vanished into the bathroom, taking his time.
Long enough for Markus to finish preparing the coffee
and to head into the bedroom to change out of the outdoor
gear. He was down to his t-shirt when Dan came back
out of the adjacent bathroom, drops of water still clinging
to his face and the scent of soap in the air. He was
still wearing the armoured vest, hanging open over his
sweat stained t-shirt. Army issue of whatever Forces
he happened to come across.
took the few steps towards Markus, who was standing
close to the bed, lighting a cigarette with a sudden
tinge of nervousness about him. Dan smiled, watched
the other man inhale the first, deep drag, before taking
the fag out of his hand, which earned him a surprised
glance, as he pulled in a lungful of smoke himself.
smoke too much." Dan's smile grew, while stubbing
the cigarette out in the empty ashtray, despite Markus'
incredulous glance. He didn't manage to utter a word
of protest, because Dan's hands were on his shoulder
and hip and Dan's lips on his mouth, with Dan's body
you wear too much." Murmured against Markus' lips,
as Dan managed the task of kissing, grinding, crushing
his armoured body against the other's, while slipping
buttons through holes, running down zippers and pushing
garments off the other's body.
forgotten the coffee stewing away in the kitchen, when
Dan manoeuvred Markus onto the bed, somehow getting
all of their kit off, including the boots. He was grinning
when their long limbs entangled and chuckling when he
managed to produce some positively impossible sounds
from Markus, who was in return smirking when watching
Dan lose himself and nearly falling out of the bed,
but nothing stopped them. Neither painfully hitting
the wall with an arm, nor the frantic search for lube
and the almost desperate curses when the condoms couldn't
be found. Resulting in laughter and grinning, while
thoroughly enjoying the other. Light hearted, fun, and
entirely without any deeper agendas. Something Dan relished
and Markus seemed to revel in, until the heat got too
much and even the laughing stopped, when a sheen of
sweat covered their bodies and finally, the release
came and left them panting, finding themselves grinning
at the other when Markus commented dryly that his vehicle
should break down more often.
hour later, Dan was finally sipping his coffee, a fresh
one, sitting in borrowed shorts in the kitchen. Soft
cotton, almost see-through in places, and washed a hundred
times, they were infinitely comfortable, and Dan had
one leg hooked beneath the top bar of the stool, elbow
on the breakfast bar, watching the other man's back.
Wondering if he noticed some tension, or not. Markus
was busying himself at the stove, something Dan regarded
many languages do you speak?" Markus asked, craning
his head back.
," Dan pondered while watching the smoke
from his cigarette curl towards the ceiling, "not
sure. I keep losing track whenever I learn a new one.
Several Arabic dialects, just getting into Yugo speak,
then the European ones, getting by in French, German,
and whatever else might come in handy. Russian, of course,
I'm fluid in that one." He shrugged, "to be
honest, I seem to pick them up as I go along. Guess
my one big talent - apart from killing and surviving
- is languages."
grinned at Markus' interminable politeness, wondering
if he ever allowed himself to let go, but then he knew,
didn't he? He'd just witnessed it.
surviving or the languages?" Dan laughed.
but then you would manage to survive and to eat
well. I'd say you definitely have a shot up on me."
Grinning, Dan pulled in a last drag of his cigarette,
before he extinguished it in the ashtray and stood up,
stretching, watched from the corner of Markus' eyes,
who was beating an egg.
hell, I'm stiff." Dan groaned, stretching his whole
body, the soft cotton shorts almost sliding over his
hips, but he managed to hoist them up mid-way, tightening
the string. He padded over to where the bloodied meat
was tantalisingly displayed on the butcher's block.
"You know what that reminds me of?" Poking
a finger into the soft texture.
raised a brow. "I really don't think I want to
know." Pouring the fluffy eggs into a mixing bowl.
what you might think." Dan laughed, waggling his
brows, "even though I have to admit I wouldn't
have a clue what you think. Can't claim I know you all
too well." Flashing his teeth in a broad grin,
" again those brows went
up and down, "you know what."
said nothing, busying himself with the mixing of the
ingredients, but Dan detected a hidden grin.
do you know what it reminds me of?"
The no-nonsense reply came from a whisking man.
what?" Markus turned, with that incredulous
look on his face that had made Dan grin and get entirely
wicked ideas, earlier.
Dan nodded, dead serious, while opening the fridge door
to help himself to another beer, as if he were at an
old friend of the house. "Babies, to be precise."
The whisking had ended, but the glance kept coming,
shot once more from the corner of Markus' eyes.
fierce, you know?" Dan kept his voice deliberately
serious. "Incredibly fierce. You really don't want
to mess with a bunny rabbit and especially not the baby
ones. But if you do manage to kill one, hell, the reward
is manifold. Big slabs of meat just like this one."
was cleaning his hands under the tab and towelling them
dry as he stared straight at Dan. An expression in his
eyes that stated clearly he was considering the other
man to be absolutely bonkers. "Baby rabbits. Fierce
baby rabbits. You sure you didn't get too much sun?"
Dan protested. "Oh, it's just a harmless little
bunny, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always
corners of Markus' lips were starting to twitch, and
he burst into a full blown laughter when Dan continued,
"And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou
take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three,
no more, no less. Three shalt be the number
didn't manage to recite further, when the towel came
down hard onto his chest, then his hip. "Hey!"
protesting, "what's going on here? You're not supposed
to use any force, you're the good guys, remember?"
He laughed, trying to snatch the towel away, but he
was just that bit too slow and Markus managed to get
a good shot onto Dan's arse. "Ow!" Laughing,
Dan protested loudly, "have you forgotten? Red
fucking Cross! Not the guerrilla!" He managed to
get the towel at the next attempt, probably because
his adversary was laughing too hard, and Dan raised
it threateningly, but it never came down onto the other
I can't spoil your outfit, eh?" Grinning, while
Markus nodded, still chuckling.
you can't, but you almost got me there, you son of a
jumped right in, ever helpful, "so-and-so?"
laughed and shook his head, when Markus mock-glared
better sit down and get out of my way or I can't guarantee
how edible the food will be."
saluted crisply, slamming his bare heels together as
he shouted sharply, "Sir! Yes, Sir!" Before
once more sitting down at the breakfast bar and lighting
was shaking his head again, but Dan would bet that if
he had seen tension before, it was gone.
way I can entertain you without spoiling the meal?"
me, you are entertaining enough as it is."
I take this as a compliment or ...?"
laughed. "You take it as whatever you'd like to
And thanks for the compliment." Sitting and smoking,
while watching Markus whip up a miracle of an exquisite
meal, they chatted about the job, with Dan mostly listening,
fascinated by 'the other side'. The one that constructed,
negotiated, and saved.
tucked into the meal with gusto, enjoying the food,
but even more enjoying the stories. And over two hours
later they finally got up, and Dan got dressed again,
ready to head off.
good-bye was friendly and warm, and Dan whistled all
the way on his journey back to camp. Mates were a good
thing, and friends even better.
May 1993, United States of America
know you're an opportunist, but that's not me."
Leaning against the doorframe, Matt watched the other
man, who was silent, as ever. At least with him. Hooch
was chewing gum, shades tucked onto his forehead and
one strap of the backpack over his shoulder. Dead cool,
as always. Matt didn't expect him to say a word.
not a romantic, Hooch." Matt shrugged, half-expected
a smirk from the other man, never received it. "Been
there, done that, didn't work out." Paused. "I'm
sorry, man, but this here isn't what I want either."
Matt glanced down, shook his head. "I don't want
to be one of many stations you pass through." Paused,
"I want to be the central station." He fell
opened his mouth and drawled. "I understand."
nodded. Nothing left to say.
his shades back on, Hooch tapped a couple of fingers
against his temple in a mock salute, turned and opened
the door. No hesitation when he stepped through and
left, closing the door behind him.
stood. Stared at the door. Less than sixty seconds and
it was all over. What had he expected? Fuck.
stood for several more minutes, heard nothing, didn't
expected a sound, finally turned and walked into the
kitchen to grab an ice cold Bud. He threw himself onto
the couch but forgot the TV, even the beer. Just stared
at the ceiling for hours. Wasn't thinking about anything,
just floating in grey space.
now? Whatever. Work. Marines. Military. Closet and all
that shit. Don't ask don't tell. The usual.
beer had turned lukewarm in his hand when he was suddenly
jerked out of his musings by the door bell.
he frowned, got up despite himself. Hoping it wasn't
anyone from the nearby base. "Leave me the fuck
alone, dickheads." Leaving the unopened beer on
the table in the miniature hallway, he pushed the buzzer
and counted the customary minutes it took to make it
up the stairs, unless whoever it was had taken the elevator.
Opening the door, he nearly did a double take into the
mirror behind him.
pushing his shades back up onto his head, and re-shouldering
standing in the doorway. "Been thinking."
Two words, more than usual. "Been around a bit."
Six, speech worthy of a national holiday. "Looking
for a station now." Eleven, whole fucking fireworks.
"Central station." Thirteen, and the heavens
came down for Matt.
still offering?" Sixteen, and the world stopped
stood thinking for a while, not a muscle in his face
twitched. Then stepped aside, gestured the other man
to follow him. Closed the door.
brows rose for a split second.
broke into a grin at last, which threatened to split
his face. "Promise not to talk too much."
1993, the Balkans
The voice shouted across the cookhouse at lunchtime.
Against the noise of dozens of men wolfing down their
food. "Phone for Krasnorada!"
looked up, set the half-eaten yoghurt down, swallowing
the last spoonful, and got up and out of the benches
and tables, untangling himself, while Dan watched him
leave with a shrug, before turning his attention back
to a team mate. Heading towards the phone, Vadim moved
fast, but not running. Could always be important. Only
what. What. Something could be wrong with the children.
He got called very rarely.
The line was fairly clear, and the voice unmistakable.
"Hey, buddy, how are you?"
The voice and drawl went right under his scalp, felt
like the caress of fingernails. "In one piece.
I'm good. Shit war, but I'm good. How are you?"
Apart from sexy and ... calling me, unexpectedly.
alright. Been to a couple of shitholes, got myself worked
over in between, went to the wedding, travelled the
world and all that."
usual, then." Vadim gave an amused snort. "Good
to hear you got a chance to wear the killer suit."
chuckled, "listen, man, I tried to contact you
a few months ago. Didn't have the right numbers. Haven't
forgotten about you."
guess you can talk? I mean ..." Vadim looked around,
but the rest of the wolfpack was still feeding. "Freely?"
I'm at Matt's, but he's on duty." The sound of
shuffling and then the snick of a lighter and Hooch
exhaling. "He gave me your number."
I'm near the Mess." Matt had given him the number.
Which surely had to do with Matt and Dan staying in
touch. And Hooch and Matt staying 'in touch' so to speak.
Lucky jarhead. "Haven't forgotten about you, either."
Vadim kept an eye on his surroundings, but it all seemed
safe. Ridicule was the only danger, these days.
up for a repeat some time?" Hooch exhaled audibly.
Fuck, no. Yes. Feeding the danger? What the fuck was
he thinking? And what about Dan? And that really bad
evening in Rome? But Hooch, naked. Hooch, in pain. Hooch,
needing the man he'd been. Could always be again, even
if it was just make-believe.
in the States until September."
I ... come over, or are you?"
ever been here?"
Cold War. I'm ex-Soviet. Until recently, I didn't even
know if your side would let me in at all, but seems
I got cleared when I saved some Yankee boys."
I remember." A pause, "you free in July? I
let you pick the state."
idea ... what I know of the country is from movies."
Raking his brain. He'd learned quite a bit about the
US of A, but that was a long time ago. Some cultural
studies along with the language, and proof how corrupt
and inferior they were, culturally, historically, and
in everything else. Uber-Capitalist society. The Place
That Did Everything Wrong and Posed A Threat to Everything
Right. USA. "Not too hot, not too cold?"
Rocky Mountains." Hooch's grin was audible. "The
whole Wild West package. I'll organise it when you give
me the dates." Exhaling and pausing, "a cabin's
a good choice. Secluded."
July is fine. We should be due R&R by then. Unless
things go to hell, as it may still happen." We.
Dan. "Let's say third week of July, to be on the
safe side. Have to talk to Dan about it." Who'll
be delighted. Fuck. "Maybe shack him up with Matt
in the meantime, so he's not bored."
pause, nothing for a while until Hooch asked, "you
paused. Did he? Yes. Rome. The very fact that Hooch
wasn't like Jean or any of the other guys made this
a problem. Fuck. If Dan flipped, what then. So, he tried
to pacify him. The ramifications of this - this reflex
- were enormous. "Just a chance for them to be
in touch, too." Liar.
are. Dan told Matt to tell me to call you."
Being outwitted and moved into a corner by an American.
If Dan had done that, he had to know they'd meet up.
Or had he not thought that far. "We went through
a rough spot, recently. I'm just ... trying to play
and mate. Vadim closed his eyes and leaned against the
wall, trying to think his way out. No chance. He opened
his eyes, ever watchful. "No, because of me. You
have the smallest part in it." Which was true.
It was his feelings that were all messed up, his broken
mind, his need for a 'carer', a 'minder'.
The sound of another exhale, then a shuffle when Hooch
stubbed out his cigarette. "I'm with Matt."
After a lengthy pause.
last sentence could mean anything. With Matt. "I'll
call you there, soon, okay? I want to see you, Hooch."
I do. I fucking do.
can't wait. I make sure we'll have toys. Need you to
I will remind you." Vadim smiled, the unease now
getting replaced by some arousal, as the images flooded
his mind again. Hooch in pain. Hooch coming apart. Hooch
absolutely craving what he gave him, his, mind and body,
dignity, the killer self, the predatorial soul.
later." Hooch signed off, the receiver was put
down and the line went dead.
Vadim murmured, and hung up. He needed a few moments
to clear his thoughts, then went back to his place in
the mess and put away the tray. Everyone else was already
gone. Why did Dan get Hooch to call him? That was something
he had to work out.
headed towards the barracks and entered their room,
when Dan looked up from flicking through a magazine,
smiling. "Everything alright?"
I got a phone call from the States."
aye?" Still smiling, while putting the magazine
down and fishing for a fag. Movement aborted, when Dan
remembered how much Vadim disliked him smoking in the
room. "Is he okay?"
it, he's with Matt." Vadim sat down, near Dan.
he?" Dan broke into a bright grin. "Good choice.
Looked like make or break for a while, there."
wants to meet. Over in the States."
Vadim inhaled. "I'm torn. I don't want that to
cause any trouble. I don't want ... a repeat of what
happened ... in Rome. Okay?"
tilted his head, the grin turning into a smile, and
he did his best to keep any darkness away. "It
won't. I just let you go, okay?" Adding, after
a split second. "When?"
of July. Colorado, most likely." Vadim looked at
Dan, met his gaze, felt uneasy about it all, but at
the same time, he wanted to go. Of course Dan
was more important. But he wanted Hooch, too. Fuck.
that's some time yet." Dan nodded. "For how
week?" Vadim felt how tight his throat was. "You
could meet Matt, face to face. And ... if you say don't,
I won't. I ... it's not, not as serious. Doesn't touch
what we have."
let out a huff of laughter that distinctly lacked the
full spectrum of his usual humour. "Don't defend
yourself before you're attacked." Poking a finger
gently into Vadim's chest. "Makes you sound guilty
when you might not be." He rolled his shoulders,
hand going to the cigarettes again, but once more they
stalled. "And don't try to parcel me off to Matt
again." He smiled, keeping the darker flavour at
bay. "I'm fine staying here, getting some more
money in and having a drink with Dima and Markus, or
Maurice. By the way, you need more than a week, don't
forget the flights."
days, then." Vadim wasn't quite sure how to take
it, the lack of trouble. "That's a day for any
trouble at any of the airports. Being a Commie bastard
and all that."
not. You're British now." Dan got up, rolling his
shoulders again. "I'm off to the gym. I'll see
you later, aye?" He forgot the usual control when
he turned and walked towards his gym bag, and the limp
was more pronounced than ever, before he remembered
and forced his body to comply.
Vadim looked at the leg, didn't like at all what that
looked like. "But go easy on the legs ..."
yeah, I will." Dan let out another huff, bag over
his shoulder. He usually changed in the room, but somehow
he had to get out. "You sound like Dima, but you're
less convincing." Opening the door he stepped out.
"See you later." And he was gone.
He did sound like Dima. Minus the kicks and curses.
Vadim grinned, shaking his head, then he went back to
the phones, after he'd found the number, and called
voice that answered the phone was out of breath. "Yeah?"
you running?" Vadim grinned.
Remembered the pain, the lust."
was suddenly breathless, remembering Hooch's taste,
the feeling of his cock, his ass, the abs, the chest.
Everything about him was fucking sexy.
very audible breath through the phone, and rustling
against the receiver. Hooch was obviously shifting position.
"Not finished ..."
go on. I could listen."
You tell me. I have some toys here."
felt heat rise in his cheeks. Public phone. And Hooch
didn't understand Russian. And in this place, there
were several who understood Russian. He lowered his
voice some more, hungrily listening to Hooch's every
breath. "Nipple clamps?"
Where the hell Hooch kept them didn't matter right now,
not even the question if Matt knew about all of these
them on. I'd twist them, and bite the flesh around them,
then twisting more." Vadim bared his teeth when
the sharp intake of breath from the other end indicated
Hooch had done exactly that. Of course, Vadim could
do nothing with his erection, apart from hiding it in
the semi-dark corner.
Hooch's voice had changed. Huskier. "I'm kneeling
on the floor. Fucking hard."
am I. Fuck. Vadim grinned, felt reckless, horny, bad
combination, especially with the control needed. "Nice
big dildo. You have that?"
got it. Like a fucking fist." Hooch voice betrayed
how he could hardly control a moan.
it. I'd fuck you right there, but I'm here. I'd bitchslap
you and then fuck you. Put it in. Not slow. You need
to feel it. Feel it good. Ram it in like it was some
bastard fucking you."
yeah." Forced out, the sound of the phone being
put down on the floor, then rustling and movement. "Got
it. Am on all fours." Breathlessness up a notch,
Hooch's voice clearly audible, his head had to be over
the phone as he braced himself. The next sound was a
suppressed cry that changed into a pained groan, then
harsh breathing, before another near-scream was heard,
which made every muscle in Vadim's body twitch and tighten.
This man was most obviously ramming the dildo as recklessly
into his arse as if Vadim manoeuvred it. Or worse. "Fuck!"
Hooch cried out between clenched teeth.
image. He could see Hooch like that, could see him sweat
and coil, in pain, with that vicious arousal. "Good.
Don't move it. It's me who gives that order, suka."
Bitch. He knew that Hooch would remember that word.
It had slipped during one of their games. "Beg
me. Make it convincing, or I'm hanging up on you."
groaned, the proof that he did exactly as Vadim told
him, had stopped all movement, and it was killing him,
no doubt. "I ... can't!" Begging, the greatest
struggle of all. The man still proud, no matter his
can you do? Bitch. What can you trade?"
throat." Pressed out, Hooch was shuddering with
need, and yet even through the phone it was evident
he was still obeying. "Please ..." Begging,
and contradicting himself.
kill to be there, Vadim thought, his free hand a fist,
whole arm tense, legs locked. He wanted to be there,
see and hear and smell this. "Got another dildo?
Suck on it."
... got to ... got to move." A deep groan followed,
indicating Hooch had to pull the dildo out of his arse,
and the nipple clamps, undoubtedly with weights, were
pulling cruelly on his sensitive flesh, when he moved
around. The sound of a drawer shut, loudly, and then
rustling when he came back to the phone on the floor.
the other one back. Yes, both." Vadim swallowed,
wanting so much to get lost in the imagined thing, and
that was absolutely impossible. He checked around again.
Nobody. Still. Impossible to jerk off here.
answer, except for another deep groan, soon muffled,
more and more, until the sounds became unidentifiable,
except for some gagging noise and a desperate whimper.
Then stilled, Hooch was clearly waiting for orders,
nothing except the loud breathing. Unable to speak,
the first dildo forced as deeply into his ass as he
could and the second down his throat, with every breath
fighting the gagging reflex.
gave a groan himself, need, plain and simple, and not
so simple, right now. "Now fuck yourself. You earned
Hooch did, there was no doubt. Neither a doubt that
he didn't pull the dildo out of his throat, was so obviously
fucking himself on both ends. Violently thrusting the
large dildo deep into his body, while never ceasing
to suck and swallow and push on the other. Sounds increasing,
until the desperate noisy breaths, the whimpers and
cries finally culminated in an unbridled scream that
not even the dildo could hold back, when it slipped
out from between his lips and he came hard, the dildo
embedded so deeply inside his body, the pain was robbing
his senses, as the lust crashed and suffocated him.
was desperately aroused, he could decipher the sounds,
knew Hooch enough sexually to read them. "Right.
Easy ... easy now. Take the one from your mouth. Put
it ... down." Now, to take him right now. Vadim
couldn't even swallow, his throat was parched.
groaned, breath coming in short gasps, the sounds that
were coming from him still desperate, but slightly soothed.
"Thank you ..." Murmured, and it was obvious
he hadn't taken off nor out anything else yet. Obeying
the other. Easy." Feeling the same tenderness that
came 'after', and, at the same time, the cruel need
himself. It didn't make much sense. Cross-purposes.
Cruelty, need, tenderness, protection. Somehow all tangled.
out a hissing breath, Hooch forced himself to calm while
pulling out, slowly. "What would you do with my
nipples?" Murmured, still breathless, but rapidly
coming down. The pain biting, increasing, getting worse,
and yet ... he needed ....
suck and bite them, roll them between my teeth, now
that they are nice and raw." Vadim smiled. "Pull
them with my teeth, as far as they will go."
"Let me wear the nipple clamps for you ... longer?"
Wear them for me. Take them off before Matt comes home."
That could be a few hours.
I will." And he would, no matter how long it took
and no matter how great the pain. Nor the lust. "What
do you want me to do with him ..."
inhaled, sharply. Now. That. Fuck. Like Hooch was playing
his lust, now, trying to make it as tough for him as
possible, knowing exactly that Vadim was in a public
place, with a tent in his camos. Matt. What would ...
Hooch and Matt. He could decide how they'd have sex
next. Like he was in the room when it happened. He'd
be in Hooch's head, for sure. "Get him at the door.
Take him nice and rough, just a touch of pain ... fuck
him right there in the corridor, and when he's close,
still. Make him beg to get finished off, however long
it takes." Vadim grinned. "I'm sure he'd like
husky laugh was Vadim's reward. Breathless, but for
entirely different reasons. "He doesn't beg."
The sound of the phone being picked up. "Yet."
sure you could teach him to. Evil scary Delta. And he's
begged you before, when we interrupted you." Vadim
sure I want to ..." Another husky chuckle. "Not
the way I do." Shuffling, then once more the sound
of a cigarette being lit, and a suppressed groan when
Hooch moved. No doubt the nipple clamps were biting
torturously. "You want me to suck him while using
the dildo on him?"
I'd like that." Vadim gave a suppressed sound.
"Would love to watch you. Be ... there."
tell you later. Call me when you can and I'll tell you
..." The sound of smoking, and another shuffle,
as Hooch moved to lie down. "Later, Vadim."
..." Dazed brain remembering why he'd called. "End
of July, ten days. I'll book flights, okay?"
I'll book the cabin. Later." And Hooch put the
Vadim hung up, then decided he should at least try and
cover the evidence. He pulled his shirt off, like the
British soldiers did at any opportunity, all the sun
had to do was peek through the clouds and the British
boys lost their shirts. He held the garment, he hoped,
perfectly naturally just so that it covered him as much
as possible, then he headed to the barracks, trying
to avoid contact, being seen, or remaining out in the
open for too long.
Dan's voice was suddenly heard in Vadim's back, just
as he was about to enter the accommodation block. "Didn't
know you were a sun worshipper?" Grinning, Dan
stepped out of the gym, drenched in sweat and in sports
kit, on his way back to the room.
slowed, grinned. "Done already?"
my soap bag." And my knee hurts like fuck, "figured
I'd do a light session today. Or am I not man enough
for you yet?" Smirking, Dan raised his arm and
flexed the muscles.
exactly as much man as I need", Vadim murmured,
glad when they'd reached the door, and opening it. "Love
you?" Dan stepped through the door, bending down,
just a couple of steps in, to retrieve his soap bag.
closed the door, then covered the distance, pulling
Dan up with one hand, pressing against him, while pushing
the shorts down. "Yes. I need you, Dan. In the
'want' sense." Hand moving down his front, sweaty,
scarred, down to his cock.
the hell ..." But Dan didn't protest. Surprised,
yes, no idea where all this that was coming from, but
he took the lust as an unexpected bonus. About to turn
round to face Vadim, he stalled the last moment, when
Vadim's hand closed around his cock, from zero to one-hundred,
stroking, and the way Vadim was going, it wouldn't take
more than a a couple of seconds, before his cock responded.
on the bed." Vadim was pressing in, trying to get
Dan towards the bed.
brows rose to his hairline, before a slow grin crept
onto his face. He nodded and let himself get pushed
towards the bed. It hit the back of his calves after
a few steps, and he fell backwards, onto the mattress.
Sitting, knees open, looking up. "Whatever you've
had, I want some of it."
you don't, Vadim thought, following closely, hands reaching
for the lube that was always close to the bed, getting
some of the stuff on his hand that went right to Dan's
cock again, pumping him now, again, trying to get him
fully hard. "Help me get the trousers down."
leaned forward, hands on Vadim's fly, swiftly working
to get it open and down, face to face with an impressive
hard-on, weeping and needy, like a man who'd been aroused
for too long. "Holy fuck." Murmured, Dan felt
saliva gathering in his mouth, wanting to taste that
cock, and his own reacted by jumping and hardening fully.
back." Vadim pushed his trousers down, kicked off
the trainers. Dan's t-shirt was out of the way, had
ridden up, and Vadim managed to pull Dan's sports shorts
down completely, fully baring the cock. Dan scooted
up, until he lay on the bed, legs partially dangling
over the edge. Vadim sat down, straddling Dan as he
took more lube, which he just pushed into his own ass
with two strongly greased fingers. Watched intensely
by Dan, whose lips had parted, staring at the sight.
didn't care if anybody could come in, the door wasn't
locked, then again, this wasn't Kuwait. Taking Dan's
cock again and positioning it at his ass, then moving
down, back, having to work a bit in this awkward position,
but he fucking needed it right now - a cock up his ass,
release, Dan - all three.
gasped out, reaching up to touch Vadim, aborted the
movement, and fell back down onto the bed, groaning,
when Vadim pushed down, recklessly. The heat and tightness
that engulfed his cock was almost unbearable - and unexpected.
groaned, forced himself to take it all, shaking when
it was too fucking right, and he clenched his teeth
as he moved up again, and bore down, again groaning.
He could decide on the speed, depth, force, and he wanted
as much of it as he could have. "I ... feel ...
feel you", he pressed out. "Good. So good."
... fucking good." Dan moaned out, dark eyes almost
black, as his hands scrabbled to touch Vadim. Taken
aback, and taken in, and fuck, it really was that good.
"Only you feel so damn fucking good!" he gasped
when Vadim moved slightly differently, and his hands
clenched into fists.
concentrated on the sensation, the reckless need, grinding,
thrusting against Dan, fingers on his chest, under the
t-shirt. He changed the angle, bent down to kiss Dan,
hungry, open mouth, tongue, groaning far too loudly,
but his groans were swallowed in Dan's mouth and own
the lust in whatever form Vadim dictated, Dan was soon
senseless, arching up and taking, wanting, spiralling
closer and faster, until he soon was close, so close.
straightened, needed just a little more, and took hold
of his cock, greased fingers tightening around it, pumping
himself, while moving on Dan, then using more force,
harsh and demanding, fast, like he did when he was alone,
when he had to get off fast. It was enough to get Dan
over the edge, and when he came, he arched up high,
while Vadim tightened up more, lips open, body sweaty
and flushed, as he came, across his chest, Dan's chest
and t-shirt, at the same time grinding into Dan's groin,
who was shuddering with the aftershocks, clinging to
Breathed out, Dan fell back onto the bed, panting. "I
don't know what the hell happened while I was in the
gym, but I sure as fuck don't complain." He was
grinning from ear to ear, tanned face flushed.
slowly moved away to lay down, grabbing his own t-shirt
to wipe the mess a way. "Just ... just needed you."
pulled the soiled and sweaty t-shirt over his head,
flinging it across the room, before he rolled to the
side, looking at Vadim. Propped up on his elbow, he
smiled and reached out to stroke Vadim's face. "Always
need you, aye?" Softly.
Always." Vadim leaned in for another kiss, feeling
the post-orgasm heaviness tug on his eyelids. "Don't
won't. As long as you don't either." Pulling Vadim
close, sweat and all, Dan didn't care, just wanted to
hold him. Right now, the world was good, and it all
made sense. Right now, nothing could touch them.