Attack and Retaliation

^*^ Indicate happenings at red base.
Nothing indicates blue base.
(!) Indicates canyon, somewhere outside of both bases.

Chapter II
^*^ Sarge looked up at the ever-bright sky, shotgun in hand. It was barely six in the morning. He stepped from the stone base to the red dirt.
“Sir!” Donut called.
Simmons and Donut were instantly by his side. Sarge nodded at them silently. Donut was still struggling to put on his helmet. His blond hair was ruffled, eyes full of sleep. They followed Sarge to the blue base in silence.

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Caboose stood on watch with Tucker and Sister. They had asked no questions when Church had told them to stay out of his way, outside of the base, and to not come back in until he told them to.

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Grif shivered, shaking his head at the offered rope. Church shrugged, sitting in the corner chair, legs spread.
“Come on, then.” Church mocked. “You seemed so ready for it last night. “
Church watched in amusement as Grif’s eyes roamed over his naked form. The orange man knelt before the blue. He looked pleadingly up at the other, silently begging for this not to happen. Church leaned back.
Grif closed his eyes and took Church into his mouth.

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Sarge looked up to the blue base. “Grif’s in there somewhere.”
Simmons nodded. “Where do we start, sir?”
Sarge stared at Caboose, Sister, and Tucker. “We pass them ,son.”

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Grif swallowed around Church, eyes squeezed shut. He felt Church’s hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. The blue lazily looked down at Grif, content.
“I think,” said Church. “That this would work better if you would remove your under armor.”
Grif glared but slid out of his pants. His mouth left Church as he removed his shirt. For the first time, he really regretted going commando. Looks like this trip was full of firsts. Church snickered and sat back. Grif looked at the man sitting over him.

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“Well?”
Donut returned to Sarge’s side.”Sarge, sir, we can go around the back way!”
Sarge smiled humorlessly. “Get in. Radio when you find the dirt bag if we are separated. Then get out.”

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Church gripped Grif’s shoulder tighter. He released in his mouth, a moan passing his lips. He pushed Grif back. He shook ,looking down at Grif before kneeling next to him. Church pressed his lips against Grif’s, tongue running over the younger’s mouth.
He stood, slipping on his boxers, licking his lips thoughtfully.
“Is it satisfying?” Church muttered. “Was it as good as you thought it was going to be?”
Grif reached for his clothes, ignoring the other. But Church told him. “No.”
Grif looked at him. “What the fuck?”
Church scooped up Grif’s clothes. He heard approaching footsteps, but it was obvious Grif was too absorbed in his own thoughts to do the same.
“Lay on your back.” Church ordered as he himself walked to the door.
Grif complied. Church told him to stay put. He slipped out into the hallway, leaving the door open an inch.
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Sarge was in the lead. He saw Church walk from the room and held up his shotgun.
“Dirty blue.” Sarge growled.
“Nice to see you were smart enough to use the blind spot in defense.” Church said casually, nodding towards his room. “Go ahead.”
He threw Grif’s clothes to Sarge. Sarge caught them, instantly passing them to Donut, who looked at them in confusion.
Church walked right past them. “Get in. Then get the fuck out.”
Sarge pushed the door open slowly. Eyes widened at the sight.
Grif lay on his back still, teary eyes closed. When he heard the door, he opened them. He made a pitiful wailing noise , scrambling to hide himself. Great. Just fucking great! Like they didn’t think so little of him before.
“Son?” Sarge asked quietly.
“Yes sir?”
Donut shyly handed over the clothing. Grif shoved it on, reaching under the bed for his armor. He froze as he felt hands on his waist.
“Simmons 2.0, Donut, head back to the base.” Sarge ordered.
They did as he said.
Grif, now fully armored, turned to look at Sarge. “I didn’t expect you to come.” He muttered.
“You’re one of my soldiers, dirt bag. And it looks better when a commanding officer doesn’t lose a single man.” Sarge said gruffly.
Grif nodded weakly. “Heh. I never…”
“What do you say we leave this hell hole first?” Sarge interrupted.
“Oh. Yeah.”

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Church listened to the conversation, smirking.

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^*^ Red base had never looked as good to Grif as when he and Sarge walked up to it then. The living room looked perfect, no matter how bare it was.
“Sir.” Grif hesitated.
Sarge removed his helmet, setting it on the side table as he sat on the couch. “Grif.”
“…thanks.”
Sarge nodded. Grif passed him on his way to the bathroom.

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Caboose’s eyes widened as his lips were caught by Church’s. Tucker” humpgh”-ed, turning away, slight jealousy entering him. His lover was currently missing, thanks to Command.
Church smiled and replaced their helmets.

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^*^ Grif stood in the water longer than was necessary. He stepped from it, wrapping his towel around his hips. His room was the closest to the bathroom. And yet, Sarge managed to call him into the other room before he managed to reach his own. Grif sighed but obediently walked to Sarge.
The red soldier was still sitting on the couch. He stood when Grif approached. Sarge no longer wore his armor.
“I’ll expect you to be on guard duty this evening.” Sarge informed him.
“No.”
“What’s that?”
“No, sir.”
Grif looked at Sarge. “Have Simmons do it. I’ll go later.”
Sarge said coldly. “I expect my orders to be followed, private.”
“Understood, sir.” He muttered.
Grif turned to leave. He didn’t hear Sarge move, but suddenly the older man was behind him.
“That’s good.” Sarge murmured.
Grif, once again, jumped as Sarge’s hands landed on his waist. “Let go, sir.”
Sarge said. “I was thinking last night, dirt bag.”
“Funny. So was I.”
Sarge reached for Grif’s towel. “Shut your mouth.”
Grif stood still as Sarge took the towel from him. Sarge gently cupped Grif’s groin. Grif turned his head.
“Sir?”
Sarge said. “I told you. I’ve been thinking.”
“So I heard.”
Grif heard Simmons walking down the hallway and he desperately tried to escape his superior’s grasp, but to no avail. Simmons rounded the corner and stopped cold.
“Oh- I’m sorry, sir.” He quickly backed away.
Red-faced, Grif lowered his head. He could only take so much of this. It was, after all, one thing to be humiliated by your enemy, and another for it to be your fucking superior.
“Let go of me, sir.”
Sarge said. “Ordering me around, are you, private?”
As his strong hand slowly began to close around Grif, Grif shook his head. “N-no, sir!”

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^*^ Donut looked up at Simmons. “Mm… I find that hard to believe.”
Simmons gently kissed the young private. “I’m telling you, Sarge was-“
“I heard you, baby.” Donut laughed. “Calm down- or it’ll hurt us both.”
Simmons felt guilty. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to-“
“Shhh.”
Donut slid down, eyes fluttering shut. Simmons smiled. The smaller reached up to pull Simmons into a kiss.

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^*^ Grif moaned. He lay on his back on the couch, Sarge kneeling over him.
“I trust I won’t have to save your ass from the blues again?”
“No, sir.”
Sarge pressed three fingers into Grif’s mouth. Grif sucked eagerly, parting his lips when he felt ready to continue. Sarge reached down, gently circling Grif’s entrance. He moaned, fingers curling into tight fists. Sarge pushed forward, Grif shaking beneath him. Sarge smiled in satisfaction.

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^*^ Donut screamed as Simmons thrust into him.

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Tucker grimaced as he listened to the slapping of skin. Why the hell were the walls between the rooms so goddamn thin?! His mind, at this point, couldn’t even form a jealous “Bow chicka bow wow.”

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^*^ Grif looked up at Sarge, wary apprehension in his eyes. Sarge paused ever so briefly before slowly pressing into Grif. He pulled out, slowly pressing further, then again, and again, waiting for Grif to adjust.

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^*^ Simmons collapsed beside Donut, exhausted and spent.

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Caboose sat up, sadly looking at Church’s back as the man walked away.

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^*^ Sarge wordlessly handed Grif his towel. The younger smiled tentatively. He felt Sarge’s come inside of him, a constant reminder of their act. He kind of liked it.

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^*^ Donut pulled the blanket over their bodies in preparation for a nap, no matter how short. Simmons threw his human arm over Donut, pulling him to his chest.

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Caboose curled, holding the blanket to his face. He could still smell Church on it, could almost feel his tight embrace. He sniffled. What had he done? Why did Church leave? He had said, he would be right back…

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(!)Sarge had left the base. He walked away from it, towards the blue one. He stopped as he spotted one of the opposing soldiers.

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(!) Church replaced his codpiece, once again wishing Caboose hadn’t somehow managed to destroy their toilet’s plumbing. He turned away from the designated pissing rock to meet the barrel of Sarge’s gun.
“Sergeant.” Churchsaid. “Motherfucker.”
Sarge fingered the trigger, but Church laughed. “A funny thing. Go ahead. Shoot me. Maybe I’ll use your private’s body once this one’s dead.”

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^*^Grif looked out of the base. Where the hell did Sarge go? He asked a starry-eyed Donut, only to receive a huge smile. Simmons ad only said “I’m sure he’s doin whatever he feels is best.” Whatever that fucking meant.

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Caboose began to cry. He must have done something really wrong. Where was Church?

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(!) Church stepped back and Sarge stepped forward. Why, oh why, had Church not brought his goddamned gun?
“I plan on fully repaying you for what ya did to my private.” Sarge growled.
“Red blows.” Church chuckled at the team’s joke. “Some better than others.”
Suck it blues, Simmons would have replied.
“I suggest you take off your armor, son.”
Church shamelessly stripped. His under armor went the same way as the armor. Sarge lashed out with his shotgun and Church fell to the dirt, unconscious.

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Caboose walked from Church’s room, then the base. “Church?”
He looked in the caves first. He called Church’s name over and over, worry making its way into his heart. He left the caves, without Church.
The worried man wandered, looking desperately.
“Church! Churchsir!”

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^*^Grif stood on top of the base with Donut.”Look! there’s Sarge!”
Donut ran down the ramp. “Sir!”
Sarge passed Donut with nary a word. He walked up to Grif, who turned away.
“Do you always leave after screwing someone?” Grif asked, miffed.
“I had something ta do, dirt bag.”
Simmons jogged up to them then. Donut threw his arms around the soldier, whispering in his ear. Simmons smiled at Grif, who was too busy blowing off orders from Sarge to notice.

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(!) “Chu-rch!”
Caboose gasped. “Mister Churchsir?”
He ran, stumbling and falling next to Church. The lager man sat up, tenderly taking him into his arms.
“Church! Church!”
Tucker appeared in front of the base. “Would you shut up rooki- what happened to Church? Where the hell’s his fucking clothes?”
Caboose said. “Tucker, I found Church.”
“Where?”
Caboose went to point before nearly dropping Church, who moaned. “Out there. By that rock.”
Tucker went to fetch Church’s clothes as Caboose carried the man inside. He gently lay him on his bed, hesitating momentarily before grabbing his towel to drench it in water. He brought it back to Church and gently wiped his skin.
Caboose looked at the cloth in his hand. He dropped it, surprised by the crimson coating it.
“Church?”
Tucker entered the room and tossed the clothing onto the chair. “His armor’s in the kitchen. Hey, you okay?”
“Tucker…” Caboose whispered.
Caboose pointed at the red cloth. “I was cleaning him and…”
“Fuck.” Tucker cursed.
Caboose stared at Tucker, wide eyed. “Tucker, what happened? I don’t see any cuts.”
Tucker sank onto the bed next to Church. The reds wouldn’t go that low.. . would they?

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^*^“You what?” Grif stared at Sarge.
“Taught that dirty blue not to mess with my soldiers- using the loosest definition of soldier, of course.”
“Oh. Yeah. Of course.”

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Caboose watched in worry as Tucker draped a blanket over Church. “Will he be okay?”
Tucker told him as he walked from the room. “Radio me when he wakes up, okay?”
“Okay.”
Caboose sat on the bed next to Church. “Please wake up.” He whispered.

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(!) Donut followed Simmons eagerly. “Where are we patrolling?”
“The caves.”
Simmons smiled beneath his helmet, knowing that Donut was doing the same. He beckoned for Donut to go before him. Donut happily bounced forward.
“Alright, fucktard.”
Donut stopped. Tucker and Sister stood, guns raised. The pink man stepped back to Simmons’ side. Simmons held up his own, stepping in front of Donut.
“Don’t move.” Tucker hissed.
Donut whimpered. “Simmons, what do they want?”
Tucker trained his gun on Donut. “What did you fuckers do to him?” He was afraid he already knew the answer.
Simmons blinked. “Who?”
“Don’t play stupid, moron.” Tucker said angrily. “Church…”
Donut peered around Simmons. “We didn’t-“
“Stop lying, asshole!”
Simmons said quietly to Donut. “Remember what Sarge said to Grif? Maybe the blue was Church.”
Sister looked at Donut. He looked back, scared.
“I can’t hear you, red!”
“Need something, bluetard?”
Grif stepped up beside Simmons. Simmons looked over at him briefly.
Tucker snarled. “What the fuck did you do to Church?”
Donut whispered. “Grif?”
He shook his head. “Sarge told me he punished him. That was all.”
Caboose’s voice floated through the radio to Tucker. “Tucker! Tucker! It’s Church!”
Caboose reached out, brushing back Church’s hair. He set his helmet to the side, gently kissing Church’s forehead.
“Church? Are you okay?”
Church blinked. “Ca-caboose? What the hell happened?”
Caboose said gently. “Don’t move, Churchsir.”
“What. The hell. Happened.”
“You...don’t remember?”
“If I did, why the hell would I be asking you?”
“Oh..yeah, right.”
“Caboose…” he said it softly.
“I found you.” Caboose admitted. “By the rocks. You were, um…”
“Church!” Tucker banged the door open.
“Tucker, could you please explain to me what Caboose can’t?”
“Church, what did you do to the orange guy?” Tucker asked. “He said that whatever they did to you was way worse.”
Cold sweat trickled down Church’ spine. “Oh, motherfucker.”

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^*^Grif looked to Sarge. “What did you do to him, anyway? They seemed pretty pissed.”
But Sarge only smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile, either. “Let them handle it, dirt bag.”
Donut overheard Sarge’s words and shivered. He hurried from the bathroom to Simmons’ room. He hurled through the doorway, embracing Simmons from behind.
“Sometimes Sarge scares me, Simmons.” Donut sniffled.

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Caboose held tightly onto Church’s hand. Church looked from Caboose to Tucker, for all the world feeling like a trapped animal waiting to be slaughtered.
“Hey, Caboose, you know that thing I sometimes to you at night?”
Caboose thought for a minute, raising his head from Church’s chest. “Is this when I’m in you or you’re in me?”
“I’m in you.”
“Oh yes. I like that a lot.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what I made him do.”
Caboose looked indignantly at him. “Churchsir, I would have done it for you!”
Tucker snickered but Church said quickly. “No, no, Caboose, I let the reds find him like that. I know you would.”
The rookie smiled. “Oh, good.”
Tucker looked at Church, his thoughts confirmed. “Then… Sarge…”
“Son of a bitch!” tore from Church’s throat.
Caboose jumped back as if stung. Church held his head in his hands.
“How could I have… that son of a whore…”
“Church sir?” Caboose whispered.
“What.” His voice was dead.
Caboose wrapped his arms around Church. The older man held on to him and cried. Tucker knelt on the bed, adding his own embrace.