AN: Fairly plotless Miles/Monroe slash. Smut. The sexual tension between these two was screaming at me during the hallucination episode. I almost squealed in glee when Fake!Monroe pulled Miles into an intimate hug. Obviously takes place before Miles leaves, but while he is contemplating killing Monroe.

Always Mine

Miles Matheson, commanding general of the Monroe Militia, stood at Monroe's sink, washing the fresh blood from his hands. He had just finished torturing information out of a young girl, whom Monroe thought to be a rebel. Bass was becoming paranoid. Perhaps too paranoid. Miles knew that, but he didn't, couldn't, say anything. Bass would listen, as he always did, to Miles.

Miles was probably the only one in the entire Militia who could get the man to listen to him. Bass wouldn't do anything about it, though. He would point out reasons, make excuses, lies...anything to stop Miles from accusing him. Bass hated when Miles accused him of things, when Miles was angry with him.

The water in the sink was now flowing down the drain, staining the sink redder than it had been. The only things stained with more blood were he and Bass's hands. Miles stood in front of the mirror, the 'medicine' cabinet, and looked at his own reflection. Who was this man in the mirror? A murderer. A torturer, but an efficient one.

A slamming door jolted him out of his reverie. Monroe opened the bathroom door, gazing at Miles quizzically.

"Miles? You've been in there for quite some time...I thought perhaps you might be ill..." Monroe's face actually showed true concern.

Miles quickly dried his hands, attempting to brush aside the fact that they still felt covered in sticky, dried blood.

"I'm...fine. Just washing up. The girl...proved to be more stubborn than I thought. I couldn't get anything out of her. I had to...end it, I'm afraid." He stared at Monroe, hoping for at least an expression of pity. Monroe just sighed.

"Perhaps later, then. We have rebels in reserve. That nest you rooted out on your last mission...a job well done, General Matheson."

Miles frowned. "You know better than that, Bass. To you, I'm just Miles."

A true smile lit Monroe's face. "Yes. Miles. MY Miles." He walked up to his general, put his hands on his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss. "Always my Miles. Right? Always."

Miles shouldn't have liked it. Shouldn't have enjoyed the pull of Monroe's body. They were best friends. They were tyrant and general. Yet...they were also lovers, despite everything. Miles loved Bass, as much as he tried not to.

"Yes. Always, Bass. Always." Tears threatened Miles. He knew what he would have to do, eventually. But just this once. This once, he could be with his Bass. He could bask in the true love they had once shared. Perhaps still did, but now it was twisted, at least to Miles. It felt wrong, because he felt wrong.

Bass slipped a hand into the band of Miles' pants, squeezing his cock gently, causing Miles to groan.

"Bed, Bass. Not here. Too hard..." Miles grunted again as Bass squeezed even harder.

"I want it hard. What other way is there?" Monroe's glittering smile looked savage. Savage, sexy, and...wonderful. Oh gods, Bass. Miles clenched his hands around Monroe's shoulders and wrapped his legs around the other man's waist.

"You want it hard, Commander? You got it." Miles shoved Bass to the hard bathroom floor, narrowly missing the edge of their large tub in which they had shared many a wonderful moment. Bass grunted, but only a bit of it was in pain. Miles could see his lover's erection, straining to be free of the tight pants the commander wore.

The general slid a hand down Monroe's pants, stroking his taut erection slightly. Bass was gasping. "Miles...dammit Miles! I command you! Remove my pants."

Miles laughed. Of all the commands he'd received from his "commander", these were the ones he loved best.

"As you wish, Commander." Miles quickly stripped Bass of his clothing and pinned him to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Bass may be in control of the entire militia, but Miles was in control in the bedroom...or where ever they decided to enjoy themselves.

Bass's eyes were glittering with lust and his panting was causing Miles's to want to free himself from his pants as soon as possible. He did so, tossing the clothing quickly to the side. He pressed Bass against the tiles, shoving his tongue as far as he could get it down the other man's throat. Bass reciprocated with equal enthusiasm.

"Over, Bass. I want inside you. Now." Miles growled, letting some of the commanding general come through.

He was the only one who could talk to Bass like that and live. Anyone else would have been immediately executed. Bass was only too happy to agree. The commander of the Monroe Republic forcefully kissed Miles once more before eagerly, perhaps too eagerly, turning so Miles could be inside him.

Neither ever bothered with lubricant. It was hard to find, even for the Republic, after the blackout. Miles had his own version of lubricant. He stroked a hand down Monroe's back, slid down the man himself. Miles massaged the taut, lean muscles of Monroe's ass, then leaned over, flicking his tongue out, causing the commander to writhe beneath him in undeniable pleasure.

Miles let his tongue do the lubricating before finally pulling himself up and thrusting himself inside his beloved commander, friend, and lover. Monroe let out a gasp of pain and pleasure.

"Gods, Miles!" Bass scrabbled at the tiles, aching to touch himself, to bring himself some relief. Miles shook his head.

"Not so fast, my naughty commander. Not until I say so!" Miles pinned Bass's hands to the tile, not allowing him the option of touching himself.

The general continued to thrust in and out of his beloved commander. Bass was groaning and gasping.

"Miles, please! Please, Miles!" Bass's gasps were causing electric thrills to run through Miles's body.

"As you command." Miles thrust one last time inside his commander, his seed flowing inside and sliding down the man's ass. Miles gasped in pleasure. Bass. Oh gods, Bass. He couldn't, wouldn't, go through with it, no matter how far Bass went. He loved him too much. Speaking of love, he had to help Bass.

Miles roughly grabbed Bass and shoved him against the wall, his head banging into it, probably drawing blood. It didn't matter. They both liked it rough.

"Do you want release, Commander? Do you want me to help you?" Miles taunted.

"Miles, dammit!"

Miles smiled and went down on his beloved Bass. The man's cock was slick and smooth in Miles's mouth. Miles flicked it with his tongue several times before taking it all in. Bass was average sized, much like Miles, so it wasn't incredibly difficult. Miles used his tongue to play with Monroe's sack. The man's testicles tasted delightful, like the rest of him.

Bass was gasping. He couldn't help it. "Miles, dammit! Stop playing around!"

Miles bit down slightly, feeling his teeth meet his lover's hard cock. He slid his mouth down the man's cock, his teeth and tongue doing the work Bass demanded. A shudder, and a gasp let Miles know he'd done well. The salty taste of his beloved filled his mouth. Miles swallowed, savoring the taste of his Bass. He gave Bass one last lick before standing, pulling the commander with him.

Shakily, they both managed to make it to their large bed before collapsing on it.

"Miles?"

"My love?" Miles nuzzled Bass slightly, trying to forget just for the moment that the man was a tyrant.

"You'll never leave me, will you? If you did, I would go insane. Without you. You're my life, Miles. Everything I do, I for you. I always have." Bass sounded plaintive, almost begging.

Miles didn't answer for a few moments.

"Yes, Bass. I'll never leave you. I love you. Now and forever. You're mine, Bass. Always mine."

Miles wrapped his arms around the torso of his beloved, his friend, his brother-in-arms and tried not to think of what he was going to have to do. As he had said, Bass was his. Always his. It would be his job to put an end to the tyranny. His and no one else's.

"I love you, Bass. I love you. You're mine. You're mine. Forever. Always, and you always will be, mine."

R/R. Pretty much plotless, but I couldn't help it. I love these two.