Is it worth it?

A/N: Hey, yeah this story’s still alive and kickin’. Warning, still major slash yaoi happening in this chapter. Just wanted to give a shout out to Credete and Ossanlin, you guys know how to make an author grin.

Also, if you don’t have a taste for Brute “lovin’”, you should turn tail and run now, as it appears in this chapter.

Master Chief: “Brute… lovin’….?”

Arbiter: “…”

Master Chief: “…”

Arbiter: “…”

Master Chief: “I’m calling in Arbiter as my stunt double.”

Arbiter: “No way in nine hells.”

-o-o-o-


The Chief’s body shivered with a strange, intense pleasure. The Sanghelli’s touch made his body hyperaware of everything else he touched. The soil beneath his feet. The hard bark of the tree before him. The solid body of the Elite behind him. And last of all, that light, yet firm grip the Arbiter had on his quivering member.


This was not possible. It could not be happening. Master Chief had faced hordes of enemies, from the flood to the Prophet’s armies. He had triumphed feats unimagined. Had survived an enormous fall that would have killed anyone else.


And yet he couldn’t get his strength because of what the Arbiter was doing to him? For it was true, he could feel his legs barely holding his body up, supporting himself by leaning against the tree before him.


“Arbi- gah… Arbiter…” John attempted to say through the pulsing waves of pleasure, resolutely keeping his body as stiff as board. It was the only thing he could control at the moment, it seemed, and the Chief was not about to let go of that.


“Yes… Demon?” The cobalt Sanghelli prompted, feasting on every delicious, barely controlled shiver and moan he could draw out of the other.


Clenching his fist, trying to get his reactions under his rigid command, Master Chief turned his head to the side so he could look the Sanghelli in the eye as he demanded, “Release me…”


He didn’t like the way the Elite grinned as he replied, “As you wish, Demon.”


The heat in Master Chief’s lower extremities heightened as the Sanghelli’s fist started pumping his cock faster. Bark chipped off the tree at the renewed vigor of the Chief’s grip, a choked cry escaping his lips. His legs gave way and the Demon dropped to his knees, one hand catching his fall as the other propped his head against the trunk before him.


The Arbiter simply followed the Chief down, partially amused yet more turned on by the new position. He couldn’t help jerking his hips forward and back as though he were fucking the Demon’s entrance, when in fact his slickened rod was merely grazing the underside of the Spartan’s cock.


Master Chief moaned, his muscles trembling as he felt the Sanghelli’s torso lean over his crouched form. He could feel the hardened shaft of the Elite below his own dripping member, and he couldn’t help the shiver as it slid and rubbed past his opening, forward to his cock, then back again.


It became harder to breath as he felt the Sanghelli’s hand shift, to not only accommodate the Chief’s shaft, but to envelope the Arbiter’s hardened rod simultaneously. This made it difficult to be immobile, as this plastered the Elite’s hips onto the Chief’s own, forcing him into thrusting movements that utilized the pumping hand to its full potential.


The Chief felt a sensation of heat coiling in his abdomen. His panting grew wilder, more uncontrolled. His fist clenched against the tree, his toes curling. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

-o-o-o-

Raido watched from his little, bushy, hiding spot. He couldn’t believe he was actually salivating. In his world, you took what you wanted. Food. Drink. Sex.


It was the perfect replica. Though the Demon denied it, the traitorous Arbiter merely took it. And they were rutting like there was no tomorrow.


The Brute could smell the musk in the air, and he grabbed his own needy shaft, so swollen that he knew it would take only moments.


“I… can’t…” Master Chief attempted to maintain control over his voice, but it came out on the verge of breathy moans.


That voice, that tone… It did wonders to the Brute’s cock, which twitched and pulsed harder. He fisted himself with more intensity, imagining it was him ravaging the Demon. Him pinning the Human and having his way. Oh, how the soldier would shiver beneath him, taking the pounding of his life. He would struggle, of course.


Raido always loved it when they struggled.


But, as it was apparent now, the Demon would be powerless to stop him. With lust-filled eyes, he focused more intently on the scene before him, taking in the sweat-drenched form of the Demon.

-o-o-o-

“Cannot what, Demon?” The Sanghelli questioned, grunting.


When the Demon didn’t reply, the Arbiter continued, “Cannot do this? Cannot” –grunt- “believe this is happening? Or perhaps… you cannot hold it in any longer?”


Master Chief shot a glare over his shoulder, but the Arbiter merely smirked and started pumping both of them faster, ramming his hips harder as he imagined plowing into the soldier’s virgin opening. The Demon cried out, his head falling forward.


Leaning forward so that his mouth was near John’s ear, the cobalt Sanghelli demanded, “Cum for me, Demon.”


What the Chief wanted to do was to tell the Sanghelli to go screw himself. Punch his lights out. Anything but what the sudden heat of his words did to the newly discovered center of pleasure in his loins. Suddenly overheated and charged, Master Chief cried out, his body stiffening as his load emptied itself from his straining cock. His hard streams of cum were intermixed with the Arbiter’s own sperm, decorating the hard ground and the tree before them.


A few yards away, the Brute came as well, barely holding in the savage roar that wanted to burst through at his completion.


Before the Chief could recover, the Arbiter stood both of them up and tied one of the Demon’s wrists to one of the higher branches, with just enough slack for him to be comfortable.


“What are you…?” Master Chief demanded, attempting to gather the strength of how angry he should be. But he felt more than a little spent, and wobbled slightly on his feet. He ended up leaning back against the trunk to keep from falling on the ground.


Smirking, the Arbiter simply replied, “I’ll be back with the rest of your armor, Demon.”


Before the Chief could even voice up a protest, the Sanghelli was gone. Grumbling to himself under his breath, the Chief glared pointedly where the Arbiter had disappeared. He wasn’t sure what he should be more upset at. What had just transpired, or the fact that the Sanghelli had the gall to tie him up and leave. HIM. The Chief. In the middle of a freaking forest. Unarmed.


Hell, there could be some sort of beast, thirsting for his blood and about to attack for all he knew.


Snap!


Well, speak of the devil…


Thinking it was the Arbiter, the Chief sighed heavily as he grumbled, “It’s about time you…”


His eyes widened as he recognized the massive, furry form. Shit! He twisted, tugging at his restrained arm. Any sluggishness he might have had as a leftover of his recent climax was zapped away.


“Fuck!” The Chief cursed under his breath as neither the strengthened carbon rope, nor the immensely thick branch, gave way.


He turned back to the Brute, noticing that the enemy was much closer than before.


He could just imagine the Brute ramming his body into a sticky red paste against the tree. Sure, he was genetically enhanced and augmented, trained ruthlessly since the age of six, and led to lead a life of war, but he did not possess even half the strength of a Brute without his armor. Not to mention being rooted to the spot was a clear disadvantage.


Holding up his free hand, as though to stop the other’s moving closer, the Chief cleared his voice, “Now… Raido… let’s not do anything rash. Remember about the treaty.”


“Fuck the treaty,” The Brute leader snorted, before pausing, “No… as a matter of fact, I have a better idea. Why don’t I… just fuck you?”


Master Chief’s eyes widened substantially. This… was unexpected. An indignant anger suddenly rose in him, and his gaze narrowed, “What makes you think you can get away with this?”


“Look around, Demon…” Raido said, doing just exactly that, “…does it look like there is anyone who can stop me?”


The Master Chief made the mistake of looking up. Part of his armor was still stashed up in the tree. If he could just reach it.


Raido recognized a threat when he saw one.


A growl alerted him to the charging Brute. The Chief cursed, pulling the rope that ensnared him, and began to climb it. But he had started too late, and the Brute was charging too fast. John had just gotten his free hand on the branch when the Covenant lunged at him, massively thick arms trapping the Chief’s lower torso to the Brute’s hairy chest.


The Chief made a desperate pull of his arms, trying to heave himself out of the Brute’s grasp. But Raido snarled, giving a tug that forced the Demon to let go of the branch, or otherwise risk pulling his arms out of their sockets.


The arm that was tied hung above him, useless as the rest of the rope had snagged itself on smaller branches along the way. His free hand had to grab the shoulder of the beast beneath him, his balance precarious as the Brute only held him around the waist, his upper torso left to its own devices.


The Chief debated whether he should stab viciously at the Covenant’s eyes, only to realize he had better damn hope the Brute would release him to allow his escape. Otherwise John was sure he would be squeezed like a tube of toothpaste before he could blink.


“Look… can’t we work something out?” The Chief asked, clearing his suddenly dry throat.


Raido merely grunted. He had never had the Demon so… completely at his mercy before. He could kill the Spartan if he wanted to. But… no. He had other plans.


Plans which he made pointedly clear as he lifted one of the Chief’s legs over his hairy shoulder, a pleased growl emanating from his chest.


The Spartan’s breath hitched as he felt so exposed. Forget getting squeezed into paste, fighting back and dying was better than allowing this atrocity to happen. He winded back his free fist and slugged the hairy covenant on the side of the head, avoiding the metal helmet as he did so.


Raido staggered a little, his grip loosening. Master Chief used this time to desperately attempt his climb again, trying to tear his body from the Covenant’s grasp. But the Brute’s recovery time was fast, and he snarled. In retaliation, he slammed the Chief against the trunk of the tree, the Demon cried out on impact. Then Raido proceeded to grab the Demon’s free hand and pinned it behind the Spartan’s back. With a growl, he spread the legs of the Demon, who was suspended in the air by the Brute and the trunk alone, and continued his explorations.


His head still swimming from the impact with the tree, the Chief found himself snapping clearly into focus as he felt a warm, uninvited breath, spread across his spent penis. Glancing down, he felt an intense heat shoot through him as he realized the Brute was looking up at him through hooded eyes. The Chief swallowed. Hard.


The Brute wanted to watch him.


The Brute took his massive tongue and licked over the Demon’s entrance, flicking up towards the human’s trembling cock. The sound of John’s curses, punctuated sharply with a moan, was music to his ears.


The Spartan could feel his cock starting to harden with interest, and he fought as hard as he could against the sensations.


However, it was a lost cause.


A large, warm and wet tongue wrapped itself dexterously around the Chief’s cock, twisting around a couple times as it enveloped the Spartan’s entire length. John let out a strangled breath, never having felt anything like this before. With the Sanghelli, hands had been the extent of their interactions. At least, on the Chief they had been. He hadn’t considered oral stimulation.


With a loud slurp, the Brute sucked his tongue back into his mouth, sliding deliciously against the Demon’s entire length. There was no mistake about it now, the flagging cock was now stiffening under his hungry gaze. Raido looked up at the Demon and grinned triumphantly.


John couldn’t help the shiver that travelled up his spine at that intense, devouring look the Brute shot him.


The Chief struggled once more, but the Brute’s grip on his thighs was too strong, his free arm still held prisoner against his lower back. Master Chief cried out as Raido shoved his snout further between his trapped thighs, spreading them wider as the Brute’s tongue mercilessly lapped between them. The Spartan’s attempts to use the muscles in his legs to shut out the unwanted attention failed horribly, the skilled ministrations turning his limbs into useless jello.


John fought to get his feelings under control, his body raging back just as hard. The trunk behind him was rough against his back, but at least it was cool. Nothing at all compared to the engulfing heat of the Brute before him.


“You better pray we don’t see each other again,” Master Chief growled, “because I am going to kill you.”


Raido drew back a little to look up at the Demon, his good eye looking at him incredulously, “You speak as though we will be parting ways after this, Demon. When, as a matter of fact, I will be taking you with me back to my ship. There, I shall have all the time I need to… get acquainted with your body.”


The Chief paled at the thought. He couldn’t let that happen. Jerking one of his legs free, Master Chief swung his knee at the side of the Brute Leader’s head. It connected and the Brute roared aloud, staggering a little to the side.


Without the heated contact, Master Chief could feel his brain functions booting up once more. Still dangling from the rope, he gave it a fierce, desperate tug. The force of it burned his wrist, but the pain was pushed aside as hope struck through despair. As it untangled, John lunged forward by kicking off from the trunk, the rope’s longer length allowing him to tackle the stumbling brute from behind. Immediately looping the form of his imprisonment around Raido’s thick neck, the angered Spartan wrapped his wrists around the rope at his end and pulled. A gratifying feeling rushed through him as he heard the furry menace choking.


Unfortunately for the Chief, Raido hadn’t gotten to his rank through treachery and brute strength alone. A quick thinker, the beast ignored the urge to pull at the rope restricting his airway, and instead threw his massive arms around the human crouched on his shoulders. The minute the Brute hooked his hands around him, the Spartan had enough time to curse audibly before Raido threw him overhead.


The strength of the Brute was unparalleled, as the rope held but the whole branch it was tied to ripped from its core, splinters flying along with the Chief, who rolled and crashed through the brush a few yards away. The wind was knocked out of him as he landed on his back. Even in his stunned state, he caught site of the massive broken branch flying towards him. Rolling to the side with his enhanced reflexes, he had enough time to contemplate the rope still attached to its base before he cursed again.


He was jerked and dragged a foot or so more before the broken branch came to a crashing halt.


John was sprawled on the ground, attempting to get his breath back, when the hard stomps of footsteps registered in his mind. Scrambling to his feet, the Spartan was just in time to face the Brute, but when he brought his fists up, he was disheartened to discover another flaw. The rope had tangled enough to snare his wrists together. Raido noticed the same time John did, and the grin he gave was not very heartening.


Raido lunged.


The Chief attempted to dodge, but was shorted once again by the rope. He had a fraction of a second to brace himself before the Brute charged into him. When the dust settled, the Spartan was face to face with the ugly mug of the Brute, pinned to the ground by Raido’s weight and overly muscled body.


“Why don’t we make this a fair fight,” The Chief grunted, shifting uncomfortably, “and untie me?”


“Fight?” Raido grunted, taking his time to admire the trapped warrior beneath him, “Are you still convincing yourself that’s what this is?”


“Are you too afraid to face me one on one?” Master Chief growled, turning the shudder from the Brute’s gaze into a jerked struggle for freedom.


“You think I’m stupid enough to rid myself of an incredibly useful advantage?” Raido scoffed, taking the Spartan’s tied wrists and pinning it above the Chief’s head, paying no heed to the turf and dirt shifting under his claws.


John could feel panic starting to surge forth, tugging harder at the Brute’s infuriatingly strong grip. He didn’t know how this whole day could have led to this. His deepest regret was not listening to the Arbiter and choosing the shower that he did. What species put their Viagra in an unmarked shower stall? And why couldn’t the Chief just get a break?


“If you stop struggling, you just may enjoy yourself.” Raido chuckled, his free hand trailing over the Spartan’s naked flesh, enjoying the shiver that it inspired. He grinned even more at the Demon’s attempt to hide his reaction.


The Chief shot a fear-induced glare at the Brute, covering up his despair with anger.


“I liked it better when you were trying to kill me.” The Spartan snarled, covering up the hitch in his breath from claws grazing down his side, unusual in the fact that it didn’t draw blood. It was even almost sensual, driving a sharp shudder to travel through the Chief’s trapped frame.


He would’ve preferred if it had drawn blood.


His feelings on the matter must’ve reflected in his burning blue orbs, because the Brute gave a short bark of laughter, amused by more than just his words alone.


“And I…” Raido trailed slowly, watching the Spartan’s face very closely as his hand travelled lower, “…like it much better…”


The Chief frowned as the hairs on the back of his neck raised, wary.


The moment the large hand lingered a moment too long on the side of his thigh, the Spartan’s eyes started to widen, “Don’t-“


Raido grinned, “…when you moan for me.” He punctuated his last words taking the Spartan’s shaft in his hand, and stroking it deeply.


The hard calluses on the Brute’s hand gripped and rubbed just right across the Chief’s quivering member. Despite his attempt to retain his composure, Master Chief couldn’t stop the choked cry that tore itself from his throat. His hips jerked on their own accord, lifting clear off the ground and back down, which didn’t help any with the muscled leg in between his. The friction inspired another jolt of pleasure through his system. Before he could stop himself, John let out another uncontrolled moan, his hips repeating the motion before he got a hold of himself.


Breathing heavily, the Spartan pried his eyes open to take in the furry menace above him, his eyes quickly narrowing. Raido merely smirked in response. He couldn’t believe his luck. What started off as a day where he demanded the Demon’s blood had quickly boiled down to wanting something entirely different. This was definitely a strange turn of events. But any day the Brute could get what he wanted, along with torturing a poor soul in the process, was a good day.


The fact that it was the Demon made it that much sweeter.

-o-o-o-

A/N: I know, I show up after a million years then end this chapter like that. What can I say, I am a bastard.

Just out of curiosity, how many ppl ran away cuz of the Brute thing?