War does terrible things

The Spartan sat in his drop ship, gloomy and reviewing in his head the pervious perilous mission. Silence ruled the grey cabin aside from the ear piercing engine and the rain from outside. He hung his gun up beside him and stared into his prisoner's eyes opposite him. The yellow elite wore a smug face, despite being defeated along with his whole team. Thunder crackled as the Spartan, John, took a deep breath.

"You did good out there," complimenting him, he broke the silence.

The Elite stared back, it's mouth slowly opening to reveal it's answer, "So did you," the silence returned.

John looked into his eyes, and saw each of the Elites he had killed covered in their own blood and rotting. He thought that they had unique voices like this ones, they had their own faces, their own families, friends and ambitions- no John, war has no time for morals.

The great, towering Spartan put both his hands at the side of the helmet and pushed it upwards and sat the great face on his lap, and changed his mind and put it on the empty seat next to him. His flattened, black hair fell down his minimal forehead and covered his eyes until his swung a not-so delicate finger into it and parted it (messily) to the side of his face. His great bulging green eyes looked into the delicate creature's eyes, once again. Brown with a black centre. Surprisingly beautiful, for an alien. I wonder if it's a man or a woman, I suppose there's no better way to find out, "are you a guy or a girl?"

"What do you mean?" the guttural voice answered.

"Well, I have a dick, and I'm a guy because I can spill my seed and stuff. Dick or vagina?" Interesting way to quote the bible, nonetheless, John stared blankly into the creature's eyes waiting for a response.

"Do you mean reproductive organs?"

"Yeah,"

"We have both."

"Good one," John nodded, turning his face afterwards to look out the door into the cold, hard rain that crashed down onto the unworthy soil. It must be hell out there, he thought.

John had a good think about it, and that guttural voice seemed to have a high pitch, as if it was maybe a woman's. John looked at it, as his eyes danced at the possibility of the presence of a woman. Due to the tough Spartan training program, John's only female encounters were his mother in his first six years, which he can now not remember.

Then something he couldn't imagine doing happened. He got up, and put his lips to the creature's lips and suckled at it. He closed his eyes, and he could feel the beast's arm coming around his body and sucking back. Every few moments, he could feel an inviting tongue touch his lips and he accepted the invitation and allowed his tongue to engage in a gentle and practised choreographed dance between them. He felt a swelling in his pants.

Lightning cracked outside. The rain was breaking against the soil just next to where the couple were engaged in kissing. The sound of the wind became much more apparent. John left his faithful companion just to exactly what was happening.

The pilot had turned their head round. John regretted nothing.

The wind got even louder. The thunder cracked harder and more frequent. The echoes of screams of confusion and fear were all that could be heard after the amazing inferno's initial crash on the ground.

The rain ceased.