Victory is a Word for Soldiers

Summary: But they were in love, and to conquer the troubles that faced them, that was all they had. Set in Jack's POV. (This is not an AU fic, by the way)

Pairing: Ennis/Jack (duh)

Warnings: Slash, violence, angst, and sexual themes.

DISCLAIMER:I do not own Brokeback Mountain, nor any of its characters. I am simply borrowing them from Annie Proulx for a bit.

This starts off that first night in the tent up on Brokeback. Facts may not be one-hundred percent accurate, but bear wth me. Enjoy!

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My brain is a rational one.

My heart, however, is not.

Feverish, would be the right word for this.

This being Ennis's hands all over me, mine in his blonde curls, sweaty bodies pressed together in a desperate attempt to ravish the other. Breath, hot and sticky, blowing out on bare skin and making it twitch.

This being the way I just needed him, not fully knowing why. But then again, was I thinking at all? My mind seemed to have simply shut off, leaving this dark and empty void only to be filled by the frantic and perspiring body of the cowboy on top of me.

Our lips crushed together, open-mouthed and wet. My damp blue shirt had found its way to the floor along with my jacket, but my eyes were glued shut as I tried to savour the salty taste of Ennis Del Mar. His hands, so much larger than my own, pressing on the back of my neck.

My hands shot to my shiny belt buckle, the one my mama gave me for my birthday. I snapped it open, and felt the belt whip out of the loops as I tugged. Deep, ragged breaths followed because I knew what was going to happen next, and realized that I was not so evenly matched with Ennis. He was stronger than me, and larger.

And it shakily dawned on me that I was the bottom, if we took this all the way. And when I suddenly felt Ennis's firm hands take a mighty shove at my shoulders, I knew we were.

I felt him flip me over, too strong to resist even had I wanted to, as he tossed me around like a ragdoll. He was frantic, chest heaving, and my jeans were tugged down to my ankles.

What happened next was a blur. I remembered hearing the click of his belt, and the zipper flick open; then his hands were on my hips, fingers digging in the leave red marks. And then he was in, filling me, stretching me, dry.

The most prominent thing I could feel at that moment was pain. The burning, stinging pain I felt as his thick size plunged into where it needn't go.

I cried out, not being able to control myself anymore. Vaguely, he must have recognized the sound of pain, because one hand snaked up and rubbed soothingly on my neck. I still do not know if he consciously did so, but it helped, if only a little.

Then there was only pleasure. It felt so much better than anything I'd ever experienced, and it was Ennis. Something in my chest swelled up as this though crossed me, though I did not understand. With ever hiss that escaped his clenched teeth, and every moan that reached my ears, I subconsciously let out a whimper in response. He felt so good.

"Dammit," Ennis grunted, "Jack fuckin' Twist!"

And then my world exploded.

TBC....