HaloCell

HaloCell 4: Prelude to a Kiss

The ground beneath the Spartan’s feet was getting unstable, it was wet and on top of that he was aware there had to be traps around. He couldn’t stop running just yet, the two Romans were still after him. He could have fought them, but he had cargo on his shoulders.
Fisher was getting tired of being carried, every time the Spartan jumped it was hell for him. The protruding parts of the armor kept on burying themselves on his body, and his groin was killing him. All of a sudden he saw one of the Romans lift up his weapon, it looked like a grenade launcher, then he fired.
“ Incoming!” yelled Fisher.
The Spartan quickly threw Fisher to a side towards safety, while he jumped away from the projectile, and answered by throwing one of his grenades. In this time Fisher scrambled to his feet and got out the way. When the Romans reached them, the Spartan confronted them. He grabbed one by the neck and held the rifle of the other one, twisting it inwards. The Roman released the rifle and charged him, but the Spartan used the other man and threw him at his partner. He ran towards Fisher and grabbed the arm that had the Opsat.
“ Stay with him Cortana!” he ordered her.
Cortana jumped from the suit to the Opsat, and told Sam to get as far away from there as he could. Fisher didn’t gave it a second thought and ran opposite from the base getting deeper and deeper into the forest. Behind him the Spartan struggled with the two Romans, and it seemed like he was winning. He disarmed them both, thus the soldiers, a man and a woman fought him hand to hand. The woman was more of a girl, she looked young, 18 at most, yet she fought like an expert in martial arts. He was having trouble handling her, the man seemed slow somehow, then he noticed a wound on his side that was slowly healing. The Spartan took advantage of this, and punched him on the wound re-opening it. He dodge a double roundhouse kick of hers, grabbed her by the waist and threw her against a tree. The man charged him viciously, so he took out his knife and attempted to stab him in the heart, but the knife broke at contact. The girl was already getting up, the mere scratches he had caused her, were healing fast. So he punched the man as hard as he could, his arm went right thru the man, who stopped attacking and held the Spartan’s extremity. The Roman was trying to break free by pulling backwards, but the Spartan pulled him closer took hold of the man’s spine, and broke the joints. The roman collapsed instantly on the ground, blood flowing freely from the giant hole in his stomach. The girl seemed to have a new found respect for the Spartan, as she took two steps back, stared at him and planned her next move carefully.
Fisher ran, making his way thru the dense forest, cursing himself for being to useless.
“ Your being followed Sam” said Cortana
Fisher looked behind him and saw what he didn’t want to see at that moment, two Romans approaching fast. One of them ran ahead of the other, rifle in hand. They were both women, tall and strong, and freakishly fast. Fisher spotted what it seemed like a trap in the distance, surely they would have noticed too, but he had to take a chance. At first glance it looked strong and sturdy; it was probably meant to support forest animals, but not the weight of a Roman. He ran across it and it held him jut fine. The first Roman ran towards him. She held out her arm to grab him, but Sam stepped back, forcing her to take an extra step on top of the trap. The weight was too much and the supports gave in, Sam rolled to a side avoiding the fall, but the Roman couldn’t. Long sharp metal spike came out of the ground with great force, meeting her body half way. They went straight thru, and bended inwards at the tip, trapping her inside. He noticed she was still alive. The other took him by surprise and kicked him straight in the stomach, sending him rolling backwards. It hurt but it had put good distance between them, he took this chance to run. Cortana immediately sent a message to the Spartan, telling the spy was being chased by a Roman.
Far away, the Spartan tossed and kicked the Roman girl, yet she always stood up and fought back. She was smart. She wasn’t giving an opening in any of her attacks, she seemed to be avoiding her partner’s fate. Then Spartan played a little trick on her. He quickly turned invisible, confusing her. Since the damn thing didn’t last long he had to be quick, by the time he reappeared in front of her she had lost momentum, so it was relatively easy for him to grab her by the neck. He twisted her slender neck to a side breaking it, like her partner she collapsed at his feet, eyes wide open. The Spartan left and followed Cortana’s ever changing coordinates, which meant Fisher was moving.
The Roman was fast, she quickly caught up with Fisher and took hold of his arm. She turned him around and punched him across the face. He struggled to get up, while she walked towards him. She tried to grab once more, but he was faster this time and landed direct kick on her jaw. The Roman stopped and stood straight facing him, she didn’t move for a while, then she twisted her head and fell to the floor. Somehow he felt like he had lost Cortana, that noisy little A. I wasn’t in the Opsat. He saw her head twitch and he figured Cortana must have entered the Roman’s headgear and was controlling her from there. The little A. I. appeared floating on top of Roman’s headset, she seemed jittery.
“ Get me out of here!” yelled Cortana.
Fisher got close to the motionless woman and placed his hand on the headset, then Cortana re-entered the Opsat. As soon as Cortana left her head, the Roman opened her eyes and attacked Fisher, he did his best to dodge her attacks, but she was swifter and faster than he was. Soon she had him by the neck, she raised him above the ground as she tightened her grip around his neck. He struggled to get free but the more he fought, the more she closed her hand. In a matter of seconds, she had rendered him unconscious, and threw him down at her feet. She looked at him rather pleased of his defeat, and smiled as she pulled out a blade from her arm. The Roman knelt besides him, and held the blade to his throat. She was about to kill him when the Spartan took hold of her arm and broke the blade in half. He threw her above his head and touched Fisher’s Opsat to get Cortana back.
“Remove the headset John, they can’t be receive orders without that” said
Cortana
“ Way to go keeping him alive Cortana” said the Spartan in a sarcastic tone “ Or did you forget he can’t face these things”
“ I wouldn’t underestimate him if I were you John” said Cortana “ he got rid of one all on his own, and this one had a hard time catching him”
The Roman charged him, but her true objective was the inert body of Fisher. In one swift move the Spartan met her halfway and slid off her headset, she was still and stood motionless like a lifeless doll. The Spartan gathered the unconscious body of Fisher and left, keeping the headset.
Sam woke up hours later, in a cold and musky cave. Yet, he wasn’t alone, there were about a dozen Spartans in the cave. Somehow the sight of so many Spartans in one place filled him with dread, and they all looked alike.
“Hey guys! Look who just woke up!” said one of the Spartans, it was a woman.
“Whoop-de-fucking-do” said another Spartan in an annoyingly sarcastic tone.
Fisher tried to stand up, but his legs gave in, and every part of his body was aching with pain.
“Hey are you ok?” asked the female Spartan
“Does it look like he’s ok?” yelled the other Spartan.
“Fuck you Jimmy”
“Bitch”
“Asswipe!”
“Shut up! Both of you!” shouted a taller Spartan and touched Fisher’s Opsat “ She’ll fill you in on everything”
“ Hi! How are you feeling Sam?” asked Cortana
“ You again” was Fisher’s humorless reply.
It took Cortana sometime to explain everything to Fisher, he felt so tired he couldn’t pay attention to her A. I. metallic voice. Afterwards, he really felt like laughing, the oh-so-smart and strong Spartans had lost, of course he knew that wouldn’t have been the smartest thing to do. Night had come down on them quickly, and the cave barely had any light. The Spartans turned on the built-in flashlights they had in their suits, but it still wasn’t much. It was getting too crowded for his taste, so he stood up and went to the back of the cave and sat under a hole that was in the ceiling. He could see the clear night sky, there were barely any stars and the crescent moon was covered by small clouds. While he was deep in thought, he heard two heavy footsteps settle behind him. He stood up to face the Spartan. It was the one they called Master Chief, to him it was the bastard he wish he could kill. All the memories from that night came to him, making him angrier than he already was. The Spartan wasn’t wearing his armor, this is when Fisher noticed he look shorter without the armor.
“You must hate me” said the Spartan
“I’m glad you noticed” was Sam’s answer
“I spared your life Sam” claimed the Spartan “I was ordered to kill you”
“So what do you want now, Spartan… a thank you?” said Fisher “You are not getting it from me”
“Just thought we could put that behind us and work together” said the Spartan, his voice was calm and showed no hint of anger. Not exactly the same short-tempered asshole he met.
“Put it behind us…like what forget it, is that it?” Fisher was getting angrier by the second.
“We have a common enemy Sam” said the Spartan as he took a step closer.
“So we work together” said Fisher without looking at him “ I can put up with you for now, it doesn’t mean I have to like you”
Fisher was sick and tired of being so close to that bastard, so he turned to leave but so did the Spartan. Who grabbed his arm and forced him to the ground in one clean sweep. The Spartan was on top of him now, he couldn’t go anywhere, and he was again filled with hatred and dread. The Spartan got closer, so close he could smell that disgusting aftershave again.
“Who’s the worst man here, me or that asshole Lambert?” the Spartan whispered in his ear “he didn’t do anything for you Sam, I could have killed you and he wouldn’t have given a shit”
“Shut the hell up” growled Fisher
“To them you are expendable, replaceable by another” said the Spartan “ like us”
Fisher had to admit there was a certain amount of truth behind all that garbage. As much as he hated it, the Spartan made sense, still he couldn’t forgive what he had done. Master Chief leaned closed to him.
“I am sorry Sam” he whispered in Fisher’s ear as he stroked his hair “really I am, after that I couldn’t leave you there. So I stayed to make sure Lambert got to you”
He faintly remembered acknowledging the Spartan had been around when he woke up. He was quiet for a while wondering if he really should let go and just forgive, not just the Spartan but Lambert too. After all, he was alive yet again, because of the Spartan. His eyes focused on the Spartan on top of him, who was dangerously close so close their lips touched. Fisher surprised himself, when he was the first one to fully break the ice and kissed the man. The Spartan and Sam where locked in a sweet kiss, immersed in each other, so much that they didn’t even noticed the other Spartans were looking from a safe distance, enjoying the free show. Master Chief started to take off Sam’s Kevlar vest, except this time he didn’t tear it apart, Sam would need it later. With the Kevlar off, he went on to the top half of the uniform, and later his own shirt came off. The Spartan wrapped his arms around Sam, caressing his back and injured shoulder, noticing the well formed muscles on the spy, who was surprisingly fit for a man his age. The age difference wasn’t much between them, yet it was understandable that Master Chief would be strong beyond normal, because of his enhancements. But Fisher was different, this was real, not genetically enhanced or anything like it, it was a long life of physical training what had formed that body. He felt around, as he kissed him passionately, this was how Mother Nature intended it to be.
Sam took off his gloves with great dexterity slipped off his shoes, and then he embraced the Spartan and brought him closer to himself. He started to unbuckle the soldier’s belt; the Spartan got rid off his boots and lifted his body slightly allowing Sam more room to work. Seconds later the only with clothes left was Fisher himself, wearing only the black pants of his suit. Fisher embraced the Spartan and forced him to roll to the bottom, now he sat on top of him and looked at him in the darkness. The Spartan could make out a pair of sad green eyes, he sat up and Sam knelt in front of him. John feared the moment had been ruined, so he hesitated. Then he took Fisher’s head in his hands and kissed him again, and went on to taking off his pants. Soon he was hugging the naked figure of Sam, nearly his height, slightly less muscular but certainly more agile and flexible. Sam buried his head in the Spartan’s shoulder and hugged him at the waist. The Spartan softly caressed Fisher’s entire body, and kissed the man kneeling on him. He took Sam’s legs and extended them past his waist and sat him of his lap. He placed his left arm under the man, lifting him off the ground, caressing his head and neck with the other. Sam enjoyed the attention more than he was willing to admit.
They were both oblivious to the prying eyes that saw them love each other tenderly. The female Spartans saw the obvious hint that what they were watching was not just two horny men, but it was sort of a ritual of acceptance and forgiveness. It was as if they were speaking to each other without words, it was private, and they left. The men didn’t get the hint.
The Spartan cradled Sam in his arms for a while them he lowered him to the floor, slowly. Just as slowly he spread Sam’s legs apart as he kissed his inner thigh, easing away all fear he might have had. He stroked Sam’s lips as he licked his index and middle, and carefully slid them into Sam’s entrance. He stroked gently, waiting, observing the spy’s reaction to the intrusion. The Spartan was well aware of his actions [the first time they met] he half expected Sam to refuse to this, but Sam didn’t, he actually welcomed it. With strengthened confidence, the Spartan stroked Fisher expertly. Every man had his spot and sooner or later he would find Fisher’s. Sam moaned softly, as he lifted his legs more to enjoy it further. Soon, the Spartan replaced his fingers with own sex, entering Fisher gently, allowing him to get used to the change in sizes. Once again Sam spread his leg and held the Spartan by the shoulder, slowly bringing him closer to him, as the man on top went deeper and deeper. After a while the Spartan was close enough to feel each and every one of Sam’s exhales on his neck.
Still, way at back his mind Fisher couldn’t bring himself to believe he was actually enjoying this. This act that had caused him so much pain and degradation, at the hands of the same man, now he got pleasure from it. His mind wanted to scream, this just wasn’t happening again, but his body refused to let go, he liked this too much. Sam hugged the Spartan and moaned in ecstasy, over and over again. The Spartan was going faster each time, until it was a hard frenzied pitched that both enjoyed. Fisher had to admit even the slight pain was pleasurable. The Spartan held Sam close as he came inside him. Sam’s back arched off the floor as he felt hot liquid fill his insides, it felt different, completely unknown to him in that satisfying kind of way. His body felt empty and lonely when the Spartan withdrew from inside him. John kissed him tenderly once again, and Sam felt a smile cross his lips.
The soldiers far away smiled also, seeing the two men enjoy each other. While the women were sick and tired of them invading the two men’s privacy. There were three of them. They got on their feet, marched, rifles in hands towards the unwelcome observers, who seeing them decided to leave the scene.
The Spartan held Sam by his waist as he rolled under, placing the spy on top. Sam kissed him and went on to take the Spartan member in his hands. He held up as he lowered himself into it, letting out a sight of relief once it was inside. He began to pleasure the Spartan, as if he was riding a goddamned horse. He’d squeezed harder as he went up, hearing the Spartan moan and breathe heavily in delight. He steadied himself by holding to the man’s bent knees. He moaned too as the Spartan took his member in his hand an started stroking him. He felt the Spartan getting hard inside him, he squeezed harder, and they both cried out as they came at the same time. Fisher let his head drop back and closed his eyes, breathing the cool air of the cave.
The Spartan looked at him, enjoying the impeccable frame of the man on top of him. He took Sam by the waist and brought him towards him, into a long embrace. Fisher laid there, on top of the other man’s chest, eyes closed and enjoying the hands of the soldier as they traveled down his back, towards his thighs, embraced hit buttocks and came back up to his confused head. The Spartan didn’t seem to feel the pressure of Sam’s body on him, compared to him Sam was light as a feather.
Fisher was exhausted. There wasn’t any part of his body that didn’t demanded rest at that moment. His aching shoulder hurt more than ever, but he ignored it, since he was still caught on what he had just felt. The Spartan on the other hand, seemed to have energy to spare, but he didn’t. Sam fell asleep almost instantly, his legs bent and clasp tightly on the soldier’s waist, his head rested peacefully on the Spartan’s shoulder, and to him that was bliss. The Spartan felt it was cold in the cave, so he placed Sam next to him, and embraced him to keep him warm. The spy slept all thru the night, immersed in the most peaceful dream he ever had, and the Spartan stayed with him. Open eye to the imminent danger.