Dominance
You could start with a description of nature. The problem is the lack of it in these places, where gray is the absolute dominant colour and the buildings are in the spots where the trees should have been.
It's not actually dark. This kind of weather would mean sunny on earth, where the sky would be clear, not covered with smog and mist.
They come from a dark alley and enter an empty circus, surrounded by concrete and fences. Scrap metal is scattered on the ground. Their voices are echoed by the high walls.
'I told you we shouldn't have listened to their commands.'
'Baird, we've done what they said, and we lost a friend. That's what happened and there's nothing we can do about it. Now get over it!'
'You-' the blonde soldier pointed at the other angrily, 'need to change your strategy. Locusts are regrouping and here we were, just waiting for them to chop us up.'
'And all you could do was criticize my leadership- and not doing what you were supposed to!'
He turned around and faced him.
'If you don't like me, then fucking DEAL with it! But you and me work for the same purpose, under the same commander, and I was assigned as your leader and you WILL do as I say!'
The squeaks of the birds are the only sounds. No one can hear their argument. Baird throws a hateful look at Marcus, then looks at the ground.
'Listen, I know you're having a hard time because of Dave,' Marcus says in a softer manner, approaching his colleague. 'But we're in hell together and all I ask of you is...'
Baird aggressively hits his hand away. 'Stay away from me!'
'Baird...'
'Shut up, you lousy excuse of a captain! I think I'm going to beat you up on the spot and nick your bandana, let's find out who the team'll think is worthier to wear it, you or me!'
'Baird!'
'Is that my name? Do you know how to spell it, stupid idiot?'
'I know you don't want to do this!' Marcus yells, kicking a can in frustration.
'You can't even look me in the face, can you?'
'No, because it makes me SICK!'
'Ooh, ooh, the captain loses control! Already?'
'Fuck you, Baird. I tried to make the best out of everything! Fuck, you know I fucking did so!'
'If you had any sense in that head of yours it might even have worked.'
'Shut your fucking face! It's hard enough already!'
'Oh. Are you gonna cry now? HA!'
Marcus heard him laugh, laugh, laugh, the fucking idiot. It was too loud. No one could hear them if they were quiet.
'Stop screwing up our shelter, you son of a bitch!'
'Yeah, maybe I should. If the locusts get here they'd kill me first. Even they know you're no threat to them.'
Marcus wanted to keep calm. He really did. But his body led a life of its own.
His arm swung at Baird and he felt his fist hit him straight in his face. His sight blurred as he got one back in his own. Sparked by the violence from Baird's side, his testosterone took over.
'Fuckface!' Baird yelled. Blood was leaking out of his mouth, but it only encouraged Marcus more. He grabbed his partner, leaving him nowhere to go.
'Argh! Lemme go!'
'No.'
'Ah- what are you doing, you crazy fuck?!'
Marcus grinned slightly, grabbed Baird's face between his hands and pressed their lips together. Baird struggled, making uncomfortable noises. Marcus checked out his face as he forced his tongue in his mouth. The look in his eyes had changed from hate to shock. But then his eyes closed.
It was a violent kiss, but it didn't feel bad. Marcus felt that Baird enjoyed it as much as he did. After a few minutes of hopeless struggle Baird had decided to compete with him over the position of dominant kisser. And they weren't nice about it. They scratched and bit each other until blood was coming through their skin. They were like a couple getting hot to have sex. And maybe they were. Too bad he wasn't able to feel his excitement because of their armour. Hmm. The armour needed to go.
Uncomfortable noises turned to loud, horny moaning. Which wasn't such a strange idea. Baird had gone without sex almost as long as he had.
Oh hell. Were they actually about to fuck? They were rocking their hips together already as the birds flew over once again and the ever present sounds of grenades in the distance met their ears.
Marcus didn't lose any time. This was his chance to fuck Baird hard, and regain his leadership for once and for all. He pulled at his armour, starting with the gloves. Baird could've gotten away easily if he had wanted to. But he started to undress Marcus as well, in an equally violent way, never stopping the kissing.
It didn't take them long to lose the armour. Made to be convenient in every single situation, it was easy to put it on and take it off when in a hurry, if you knew how to do it. Underneath it was a dark leather suit to make it somewhat less uncomfortable to wear. It had a long, handy zipper on it, which they used to strip each other bare in one quick movement, almost at the same time. Baird was quicker.
The first time he had ever seen any of his teammates naked, and it had to be like this, gasping, in a tight, trembling embrace, and down here, in the middle of a destructed nowhere, a wasteland that humankind should've given up on ages ago.
'Marcus, fuck,' Baird hissed. 'I fucking feel your cock, man.'
'I feel yours.'
'Fuck, I'm so hard. Let me do you.'
'I don't think so.'
'Aw, don't be a bitch now.'
'Bad luck, Baird. I'm your leader so I'm gonna fuck you.'
'No way!'
'Don't try to get away. I'm stronger than you.'
'Oh, are you now? Wanna try?'
They were struggling once more. Marcus doubted the sense in it, because they were going to do it anyway. But on the other hand, there just was no way in hell he would let Baird fuck him.
Struggling to get the other on the ground, Baird kicked Marcus to his leg, making him drop to the ground. For a moment he was on top of him, but Marcus quickly regained his control over him and pushed him down.
'I'm not gonna tell you again.'
'Baby, you're gonna love it.'
'I bet you can't even keep it straight.'
'Wanna bet, bitch?'
Good thing Baird apparently carried lube around in his gear. No, no kidding. Marcus grabbed the tiny bottle and grinned as he put it on his hands.
Baird twitched and moved around, never stopping the moaning when Marcus slowly tested him with his fingers. He'd done this before. He was almost sure of it. He didn't know how it was supposed to feel, but somehow it was all too easy.
'So how do you like being submissive?'
'Fuck you. I'm not submissive...'
'...you just like me putting things in you.'
'Aargh. No!'
The gasping paced. Baird's hands clenched into fists. Fuck this. He wanted him. Marcus lubed himself and stared at the almost helpless, naked Baird in front of him, dying for his cock. He knew it. And it made him crazy.
Fuck being careful. Baird had had it before. He could have this.
So Marcus entered him. It only took a second. Baird gasped and twitched.
'You're so big...'
'And you're such a slut.'
Slowly he pulled back. And that's when he felt how good it was. He threw his head back and held onto Baird's hips. Jesus. Better than a girl, definitely.
'Ah...Aaaah...' Baird breathed heavily. Marcus watched his naked body tremble and stretch underneath him.
'What's up?' he groaned.
'Mmm...'
'Say it.'
'No...'
'Say it.'
'Fuck me.'
'Again.'
'Fuck me harder. Harder!'
So he did fuck him harder, not much faster, but deeper. Every single thrust made him yell. This wouldn't take long. The idea that Baird wanted him to fuck him hard almost made him come on the spot.
'Baird.'
'I know. Ah... Give it to me, Marcus.'
He grabbed him by the shoulders, accidentally putting his nails in his skin, which Baird didn't seem to mind.
'Do you want it?'
'All of it.'
'Mmm...fuck...'
'Marcus!'
Oh god. I have him. He gives in. He's mine.
'Come inside me,' Baird yelled. 'Come inside me!'
So he came inside of him, desperately holding him, hardly making any sound, while Baird was yelling his name and moaning underneath him, apparently coming as well.
It lasted more than ten seconds. Marcus's heart was racing. Gasping, he gradually regained control over himself.
'Every last drop of it,' Baird whispered.
'It's yours.'
He slowly relaxed and they rolled over, Baird ending up in Marcus's arms.
'Aaah...Now that was awesome.'
Marcus slowly stroked his blonde hair. 'You just needed some discipline.'
'Heh.' Baird smiled. 'As if you didn't need a good fuck, Sir.'
Marcus couldn't help it. He kissed him once more, slowly and lazily, closing his eyes. Baird returned his kiss. If the gunfire hadn't woken them up, they would've been asleep for hours.
Monday the 8th of December 2008, 1.28 AM