"Rite of Passage"

by HonestlyCynical

Pairings: Baird/OC, Marcus/Dom, Other pairings may apply.

Set: Post Gears of War 2, up to Gears of War 3

Warning(s): M/M YAOI, LEMONS, SPOILERS, Blood, horror, Oral, Maledom, D/s, Character Death, and other warnings apply.

A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU DISLIKE MALEXMALE SEX/RELATIONSHIPS! Seriously, people. You have been warned.

I've noticed that there's barely any Gears of War yaoi/slash. I've decided to try my hand at it. This story will be a few chapters long, depending on the reviews. Please bear with me.
I have played all three Gears of War games more than once, so I'm aware of the story and how the characters act. I will try my best to portray them as close to how they actually are. The only problem with GOW is that in the game, while the story and dialogue is interesting, it is also vague. So I'm pretty much going to have to make up a lot of stuff to fill in the blanks.

Disclaimer(s):I do not own Gears of War. This is fanfiction. Simply put, the only thing I own is the ideas I place here. I do not preside over the existing characters that are implied in this story, nor the GoW elements and it's franchise. Any detail, titles, names that may be similar to that of other fiction or fanfiction, (unless cited) is strictly coincidental.

Prologue

It all started on E-day. The day my life went to shit. Yeah, I know, how insensitive to the others that have had to deal with the same shit as I. Well fuck it. All I wanted was a normal life, you know? Family, a house, couple kids... But no. Goddamn Myrrah and her fucking grubs ruined everything. Who am I, you ask? My name is Rexxar Musica.

I never wanted to be a soldier. I just wanted to be an engineer. Sure, I'm not as built as the other guys, but I do a terrific job. I guess my work is what got me drafted. Either way I was bummed about everything at first. I even asked myself "why me?" Hell, I asked everyone else and never got a straight answer. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was drafted... Gotta love the Pendulum Wars.

I had a decent childhood. Loving parents, a sister. The works. I always loved to help my father work on the cars. I guess it was something I got from him. We would always spend the better part of our day in the garage. Hell, the old man insisted I helped him. Something to do with the fact everything came natural to me. I should mention that my entire father's side has experience with mechanics. God, how I looked up to my grandfather and father. They were everything I aspired to be. Anyway, enough about me. I doubt you want to be bored by my ramblings, anyway.

Loud noises. That's what I had to wake up to. Someone walked down the hall rambling on about how someone pissed him off. Another was trying to comfort him. That, or trying to make him shut his damn trap. I hate waking up to this.

A sudden knock on my door. "Rexxar Musica, wake the fuck up!" came a low, coarse voice. Good god almighty, that scared me. Rexxar got up and stifled a yawn. It seemed his roommates had already left. The doorknob turned and in walked a familiar looking Gear. He had a scar on the right side of his face, and his eyes glared daggers at the kid. He wore a bandanna, and a scowl etched on his mouth. Holy shit. If his voice didn't scare the living hell out of me, his appearance would do the trick. The barely awakened Rex thought.

Noticing he was only in his boxers, Rex moved about, scrambling to put on his fatigues. "Goddammit, Rexxar. You're not even fucking dressed. How do you expect to call yourself a fucking Gear when you can't wake up on time?" the older man scolded him. He walked in and from behind him came what appeared to be the older man's friend.

"Yo, Marcus. We gotta move soon. Get the kid ready. I'll get Baird and Cole." said the other man. He had brown eyes, and a pistol strapped to his chest. He was as big as the man in front of him, although his armor was slimmer. Almost instantly, the one called Marcus turned to his friend. "Forget about it, Dom. We still gotta train the rook. As you can see, he's not even fucking dressed." Marcus replied.

The man pointed his large finger at Rex, who was putting on his armor. Rex was adjusting his chest plate when the man called Dom walked over and adjusted it for him. "Kid, you got a lot to learn." he said to the kid who was trying hard not to look awkward. Hell, another man was helping him put his armor on. Way to make a first impression.

When Dom made sure the armor was just right, he pulled away. "There you go. All better." he replied, a smile on his face. Rex nodded in response. Even though Dom seemed friendly enough, he didn't want to get Marcus pissed off at all. Rex was the kind of guy that preferred to be on his own. However, that wasn't in compliance with his orders to accompany one of the best teams in the COG. Rex ran his hand through his golden hair. A lone curl stuck right up, while one of his eyes was covered by a rather large portion of his hair. He looked at the two soldiers through his gleaming crimson eyes.

Dom looked into the kid's visible eye. His hair was definitely a violation of the rules, but he got away with it. Maybe because he had seen other Gears with a similar hairstyle. Well, not a lot, but a couple. Either way, the kid didn't look half bad. He has potential, I can see that. hell, maybe he would even take a liking to this kid. the Gear thought to himself.

Marcus coughed before moving about. "Get your shit and let's go. We're going for your training, and depending on how you score, we'll see what happens next." Marcus said, moving out to the hallway. Rex sighed when Marcus left. He could tell the Gear thought little of him. He didn't blame him either. He was already late waking up.

At that moment, an arm found its way around his shoulder. Rex turned his head to see Dom. "Hey, don't let him get to you. Marcus is just like that with everyone. It's not that he doesn't like you, he's just... rough around the edges." the man said, laughing as he brought his arm away from Rex. Dom moved out of the room next.

Rex sighed once again, shaking his head as he did so. Grabbing his stuff, the golden haired Gear followed after the two men.

Fuck... It's gonna be a long day...

A/N: Well. That was eventful, wasn't it? Please feel free to leave feedback. Any criticism is appreciated, as I am aspiring to become a writer. Please let me know how I did so far with Marcus and Dom, and if anything needs to be changed, I'd love to hear about it.