Dominance

Guess what: Every time I play that wonderful game, Gears of War, I gather new inspiration for a pornographic fanfiction. That, and an amazing bunch of gay jokes.

I didn't think my 'Dominance' oneshot would get a sequel, but what did I know, here it is.

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‘Hey! Some assistance here!’ a voice shouted over the gunfire.
‘Where are you?’

Marcus ran towards the voices asking for help and found a group of COG soldiers who were indeed, in desperate need of someone kicking some locust ass. One was crying, crawling around, the other was under heavy fire, and there was only room for one of them to take shelter. In the second Marcus took to get an overview of the situation, he noticed the one under fire was Damon, which made him take another second, doing nothing. He shook it off and decided to run in as soon as the big one was down. With another gun helping, it didn’t take long, especially when the wounded soldier was on his own two feet again.

He took a deep breath and ran at the armed monsters ahead, slamming a few down and then shooting one in his face while running at him. There were eight of them. It wasn’t that hard of a job. He kicked the last one’s face in, then sank to his knees, trying to get his breath under control again. The other guys ran past him, all thanking him. He sighed and stared at the floor, which was covered in blood, like so many others they had been on.

‘You didn’t have to go all Rambo in there.’

Marcus looked up. Baird, of course. He should have known that even after this, there was nothing he could do to make him stop criticizing him. He smiled.

‘I saved your life.’
‘We could have done it as soon as that Alpha was back on track again.’
‘I know.’

He took a good look at him. Angry blue eyes. He remembered his naked skin clearly, every time he saw him, and the sounds he had made, the words he had yelled to make him fuck him harder.

He looked around and listened carefully. They had almost reached a safer place. The locusts were all down and the ones that weren’t would be taken care of. There was time.

He got up and took Baird’s chin in his hand, forcing him to look him in the eyes. He looked back, but it was more of an angry glare than just a look. Marcus took a few steps so Baird had to step backwards to avoid him, until, eventually, his back touched the wall.

‘No fucking way, Fenix, we’re not going to do it again. Not here and certainly not now.’
‘It’s okay back there, they’ll manage, and you know it.’
‘You can never be sure!’ Baird yelled in frustration. ‘You can’t simply throw your gun away and fuck your teammates every time you feel like it! We’re at war here!’
‘Ah, come on, Damon. You can’t be a hero when your cock’s always hard.’
Baird rolled his eyes. ‘Please, Fenix. Everyone’s walking around with a hard cock here every single day. I don’t hear anyone complaining.’

Marcus slowly stroked Damon’s neck. ‘I can’t believe you’d say no to me. I remember every word you said to me. You loved it.’
Damon sighed. ‘Yes, I did. But now is not the time. We need to get going.’
Marcus planted a kiss on his lips. Baird’s eyes widened. Marcus felt himself becoming harder until it was actually painful in his gear. He knew he’d give in.
‘I never stop thinking about your ass.’

Damon didn’t say a word.

‘I need you. Let me put it in you again.’

Stubborn as he was, he remained silent. Marcus didn’t wait for his answer and unclipped a few parts of his armour and pulled down the bodysuit, until his chest and arms were bare and unprotected. Damon just breathed, allowing Marcus to stare at him as much as he wanted, returning only more glares.

Damon was slender. He was strong, but not in the way Marcus or Cole were strong. Even though his muscles didn’t show as much, you could see they were there. He had amazing shoulders, and amazing hips, Marcus remembered. And the moment he did, he needed to see them again.

He took it all off until he was standing in front of him, naked. Damon’s breathing had paced and his eyes looked even angrier, but it was very clear he needed more sex too. Marcus grinned, took off his gloves and took his cock in his hand. Damon was still looking at him, his arms against the cold wall, and as Marcus’s hand moved, he was still silent. But he couldn’t stop the small moans leaving his mouth, or stop his body from trembling. Marcus noticed it all and knew Damon would hate himself for it, so he took off his gear as well. Damon never made a move, just stared at the floor. Marcus could hardly believe it, but he almost felt sorry for him. And he would have, if he hadn’t been the slut he was.

He took him in his arms and held him close, kissing him in a far less violent way he had kissed him last time. Damon closed his eyes. Marcus held him closer. He put his arms around Marcus, too, and kissed him back. It felt amazing, their two bodies against each other, Damon’s hands all over him. He didn’t want anyone else. He was sure there was nobody else in the entire world who could make him as hard as Damon could. He already felt himself becoming moist, and if he wasn’t mistaken he could feel the same with Damon.

‘Mm, Damon, where’s that lube of yours?’
‘Third pocket in the right bag.’
‘What’s up?’
‘Hurry.’

Marcus smiled slightly. ‘Because of the Locusts?’
Damon growled. ‘No, because I want you in me. Now.’

Almost, Marcus had asked if he was serious. But he watched him for a moment and knew he had never been more serious, against the wall, waiting for him. He grinned and shook his head when his hand found the bottle. Fenix and Baird, fucking like horny teenagers. What the hell? Where had this come from?

He let his hand slip over his spine, slowly downwards, as he put some lube in Damon with the other. Damon put his hands on his shoulders, breathing heavily as he held on to him. Marcus lifted his chin with his hand and tried to read his eyes. One look was enough to turn him around, push him against the wall as firm as he could and push himself inside like last time. Damon moaned loudly. Marcus groaned, watching his hips and his ass, still not completely convinced all of this was entirely mutual.

‘Fuck, Marcus, why are you always so violent,’ Damon hissed.
‘Cos you like it rough.’
‘God, I do,’ he yelled. ‘Harder…’
Marcus closed his eyes, gripping Damon’s hips, biting his shoulder.
‘Does it hurt you?’ he whispered.
‘Yes,’ Damon gasped, putting his hand on Marcus’s ass, trying to make him move faster. ‘Hurt me more, come on! Is that all you can do?’

Marcus thought he could do this for the rest of his life: push Damon in a corner and fuck him as hard as he could. This was the second time and it already felt better than before. He saw the sweat running along Damon’s bare back, saw himself disappear in him over and over. He hardly noticed the cold rising from the concrete floor and completely forgot about all the blood he had seen today, all the horror sounds his ears had heard. He felt his teeth sink into the flesh on his shoulder, smelled his neck, heard his desperate moans.

Even though he knew it could all be over soon. They could get killed, or be sent home, and he would never see him again. Maybe once. But it would never be the same as this crazy relationship during wartime, never. This war, however insane that fact was, was all they had. And he knew Damon was aware of that as well.

Damon’s screams kept getting louder, and they didn’t sound painful, so he had to be hitting a spot somehow. He let out a low groan and put his hand around his member again. Damon’s shoulder was bleeding now. He could taste the blood on his tongue. He didn’t let go, and his prey didn’t seem to mind.

‘Marcus,’ he grunted. ‘Don’t stop. I’m gonna come.’

That idea was, as always, enough. He continued fucking him, continued biting him, until he couldn’t hold himself any longer.

‘Aaah, shit,’ he yelled. ‘Fuck…Fuck…’

Damon moaned and trembled, gasping for air, as Marcus let go inside of him. His nails sank in his hips, leaving marks. He threw his head back and clenched his teeth. After a moment, Damon shuddered, then relaxed. Marcus turned him around, took him in his arms and kissed him. Damon returned his kiss as if they were in love or something.

He had never even considered doing it with a man. And certainly not with Damon. But he knew he would never again be able to reject him. He had gotten addicted. And it wasn’t just the sex. The warmth of his chest, the strange intimacy they shared with a kiss like this one.

Why would he ever stop doing this?

They were resting a bit, in each other’s arms. Their breathing went back to normal. They kissed a few times. Marcus felt like falling asleep, right there. He was hoping they’d do it one day and would be able to sleep afterwards, someplace warm. He sighed, feeling Damon’s spiky hair on his fingertips. That day would, probably, never come.

Saturday the 3rd of January, 2009
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