woo-hoo.

[izkariote]

A few more snippets, and this particular song is over. I can finally focus on the last three chapters of Endtimes, with the hot gratitious bishie cockpit sex temporarily out of my system. XD XD XD

Again, no action. Patience is virtue, friends.

“So I suppose you’re happy now.”

Alistair turned away from the solid block that Natalia had become before him. In the haze brought about by the dry weather, he could see the blurred silhouettes of his cadets out in the sweltering heat, doing push-ups and spinning rifles. He drew out the canister from where he Kevlar vest lay beside him and unscrewed the top, taking a hefty swig. His friend — one hand on hip and the other swinging an AK-47 over her shoulders — watched him in mild amusement.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you bastard,” Natalia went on to say, at Alistair’s lack of response. She smirked and tossed her sweat-soaked hair over her shoulder, shifting her weight to one leg. 100% Frigid Bitch that day, in her combat boots, grass-stained fatigues and a tank top that was straining violently against the fleshy abundance spilling from her chest. Alistair had half the mind to look for the tag bearing instructions on how to wash her clean. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m not about to indulge you.”

“Well, that’s a shame… and here I was, hoping to get a good idea of just how spectacular Hikaru Shinta is in bed. Can you make him beg, I wonder? You’d certainly be the only one.”

Alistair moved to the side without thinking and Natalia plopped down beside him under the tree with a weary sigh. She leaned back and gave her eyes a rest. He took another swig from his canister and fanned himself with his shirt. Out on the fields, drill leaders shouted for their cadets to get their asses in gear.

“He said something funny last night, on the Guardia.”

“Just how many times do you bang him on a regular basis anyway?”

“Lots.”

“Touché. So… what did he say and why does this bother you?”

“He asked whether I remembered my first summer at their manor. It bothers me because he’s never talked to me before after something like that. He’s never said anything.”

“Other than your name, anyway, when you make him cum or when you taste the salt and sweat in the hollow of his throat.”

“…Sometimes I don’t wonder why Yasamu ignores you.”

“Hey, hey. Low blow.”

“Hmph. You have precious little to injure in your crotch anyway.”

This, for Natalia Serghov and Alistair Mordechai, was a regular conversation. They were soldiers of the same kind, a man and a woman born to live and die on the battlefield. They did not believe in goodbyes because their confidence in their ability to stay alive surpassed everything. They acted on instinct, and in their opinion, company was best spent in mutual cynicism. It was either that, or they perished naked and sexed up together in the same ditch or mech cockpit when the world was to go tumbling down on them all.

“Maybe he wants more from all of this.”

The alcohol went funny and sour on his tongue. Alistair put the canister away before he’d drink more and decide that it was horse piss. “Natalia,” he put in with as much serenity as he could, “Three months ago, I raped Hikaru. Today, like almost every other day since then, I’ve come to his room or had him come to mine, shared one bed, and then left it. My younger brother liked it the first time, and since he hasn’t protested to any other time it’s all fine with him. And now you’re telling me that he wants more?”

“Well, the fact that he liked it and keeps letting you push him to the floor means that he’s enjoying the abuse. You could even consider the fact that maybe, this was what Hikaru wanted all along. It would make sense, you know,” the woman muttered, balancing her rifle across her knees and whipping out an old, oil-stained cloth from her back pocket. “If you could grow up wanting him, why couldn’t he have done the same? It’s not as if a pretty face is the only thing he’s got going for him… he’s a smart kid. He knows that unless a miracle happens, this is the way it will be between the both of you. Still, that wouldn’t stop him from dreaming. Why not go legal and save him more pain?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Of course it’s not. Going legal means telling Yasamu.” Natalia leaned her back against the tree, wiping the sweat off he brow. “I can just see it now. You’ll take him out for a drink, be merry on the happy hours, and then oh-so-casually announce that you’ve been fucking your own younger brother behind his back.” She seemed to find the whole situation very amusing. “Sweet mother of god knows how Yasamu’s going to take that little stint.”

A young cadet stepped up before them and saluted, intruding upon the echoing silence that followed Natalia’s words. “Majors Mordechai and Serghov, sirs! Drill Sergeant Pliskin is asking for assistance.”

“Pliskin… what a lazy idiot. He’s worse than turd, that one.” Natalia rose to her feet and swung the AK-47 back over her shoulder, turning to face the cadet with a hard eye. “Major Mordechai has an important meeting with Captain Shinta. I’ll go instead. I could probably trust you to act on your honor, for my amusement,” she added, glancing back at Alistair from over her shoulder with a smirk. She walked away laughing at his lack of response.

Out on the field, a few of the contingents were trying their hand at the rifle drills that they had just been taught; they immediately fell into ranks at Natalia’s approach, and it wasn’t long before the woman’s cold, stern voice cut through the hot air. Alistair did not stick around to hear them getting their daily whiplash from CLOVER Special Forces Unit 010’s bonafide bitch queen. He finally had a place to go.

Comments

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Natalia's very perceptive isn't she...? A bitch with a point!

>_> I agree. Hikaru wanted thaaaaaaaaaaat!