The beginning of a tale must be told, no? I hope you'll enjoy! ^_^


~*~*~*Chapter 2: Mutual Escapade*~*~*~

A few weeks later...

"Whoo! That's how you do it, baby!" Baird watched as Augustus Cole let a teenage boy, whose head only reached a bit past his stomach, tackle him to the ground. "Now if you use that move on a defensive lineman," he guffawed, standing and picking the boy up with him. "you'll nearly always knock down your opponent!" All of the Pelruan male teenagers surrounding Cole seemed amazed.

Baird rolled his eyes and turned away from the sight. He understood what Cole was trying to do, but false hope would only lead to crushed realism. The kid wouldn't ever use that move because Thrashball didn't exist... not until human civilization reconstructed itself. If it ever did. But it wouldn't happen in the kid's lifetime.

Thank you Richard Prescott for screwing with the future generations.

He noticed movement to the side of him and he didn't turn his head to see Samantha Byrne. Her eyes were trained on the boys that looked up to Cole with admiration as she walked up to him. "Nice to see that one of us has something to keep him busy." She said in her Indie twang, a small smile on her face.

Baird said nothing. Maybe if she got the hint that he didn't want to converse with her—and he meant it. He really wanted nothing to do with a woman that he felt had no class—she would go away.

Sam then looked at him, Lancer held casually in her left hand. "Why aren't you tending to the only friends that you have?" she joked. "I hear that a Dill is acting up again."

The bitch. It was time to hit her where it hurt since she didn't seem get subtle hints.

He lifted his head slightly so that he would look down his nose at her and placed a cruel jeer on his face. "The same reason why Dom won't give you a chance: they both could do with and need better parts."

Yeah, he was a heartless asshole. He did relish the fact that Sam's eyes slightly grew with hurt and she seemed taken aback. She then scowled angrily.

"Fuck you, Baird." She said, before taking off the way that she had come. Baird watched her go, a smug smile on his face at the fact that he was able to get his way.

"You know that wasn't right, baby."

Baird turned to look at Cole whom looked down at him similar to a mother looking down at their child that constantly got into trouble: with exasperation.

He looked away and shrugged as they both walked off the small field outside of the town. "She had it coming."

"Aah, Baird. It was only a joke." He carefully looked his buddy over. "What's got you so worked up anyway? You don't usually talk to her like that."

Damn. No one could say Cole wasn't perceptive when he wanted to be. They had made it to the middle of the Pelruan settlement while he looked around for something to do.

Baird was frustrated. And not his usual annoyance, like having to explain to an idiot what the radiator on any vehicle was used for. This was purely sexual.

Marcus and he hadn't had time to screw since the Stranded gangs decided to make unannounced raids on the town. If anything, they'd been kept apart. Baird was always called to make sure the machines of the COG were working properly along with some of the Gorasni. He didn't know where the hell Marcus was assigned to. More than likely anything so that he could help someone which Baird scoffed at. He had also heard that Anya now accompanied him on some of his journeys.

That was another thing that worried rather than annoyed him. If Marcus and Anya were doing the sinful deed, he didn't want to be part of it. He was sure that Anya was still having her monthlies as well. That coupled with nothing to use for protection was just asking for a genital infection. Catching something at a time like this would be fatal...

He shook his head, paying no attention as someone came up to him to ask him something. He didn't hear them. And he didn't care, since he saw Cole move around him to stop the person. Cole would offer them aide, more or less.

If Marcus and Anya wanted to finally stop dragging their asses in their relationship, it didn't bother him. What did was the fact that he would have to find someone else to sleep with, since there was no way that he could go back to using his hand after fucking for months.

He couldn't do that.


Marcus was a perfect match for the sexual relationship. Baird hadn't known that Marcus' dick was still useful, since the man didn't react to anything physically. He assumed that it only functioned to release his piss, but wouldn't ever get up at the sight of a woman or a man for that matter. The fact that he had been able to even pleasure Anya was a feat that Baird thought him to be incapable.

It was odd how they had even begun their relationship at Jacinto. Baird knew that almost nothing escaped Marcus' vision. His eyes were always surveying something to see if it was out of the ordinary. But Baird didn't delve into that type of stupidity since he didn't want to stress himself out.

In time, Baird began to realize that Marcus was watching him whenever he was out patrolling with him or in the same vicinity. At first, it seemed like nothing to be worried about. Baird would be silently mocking the people in the mess hall and his eyes would fall onto his Sergeant.

Their eyes would connect for a few moments. Baird would say a smart-ass remark. Marcus would retort with a reasonable explanation and equally menacing jab as to why he was staring (like a speck of food on his chin) before he turned away. Or Baird would just scowl at him before he turned his own eyes away.

Then it developed into something that made Baird a bit uneasy. He usually would throw derogatory comments at Marcus who only seemed to deflect them back upon him. Around the time when large seismic readings began to alert the Combat Information Center that something weird was going on in the Hollow, Marcus had stopped answering him. It wouldn't matter what Baird said to him, he wouldn't respond. Baird shrugged it off as finally reaching Marcus' threshold for assholery and decided to look for another person to antagonize.

Yet, it didn't stop there.

He also began to notice that Marcus didn't really look at him either. When Baird could tell that his eyes were looking in his direction, Marcus seemed to be looking past him. He also limited his—if he could even call them conversations—with Baird to only a few grunts that had different meanings. If he hadn't even done that, Baird would have been sure that the wealthy son of Adam Fenix didn't acknowledge him at all!

He wasn't intimidated by Marcus. But the fact that he couldn't understand him because of his lack of expression and the multiple meanings when he happened to express himself bothered him. Baird could gauge everyone and understand them by their reactions, but he couldn't do that with Marcus. And the little that he knew about him seemed to extinguish since Marcus wasn't treating him like a member of Delta or a comrade anymore. He treated him as a human of which he greatly disrespected.

And that didn't sit well with him. He knew Stranded that received better treatment from Marcus than what Marcus had been giving him. And it was an insult.

Baird knew that he always had a problem with regulating his emotions and when he couldn't repress them or his thoughts, his mouth was a crapshoot on rapidfire. The fact that Marcus seemed to be distancing himself edged on his nerves and always teased at the back of his mind until he finally blurted out what he felt to him one night.

It happened in the communal showers that all Gears who weren't officers were forced to use. Baird usually bathed at night when less men used it. It allowed him to take as long as he wanted without having to feel uncomfortable. He didn't like anyone to look at him or his Baby Baird, although he was damn proud of his thick cock.

He had undressed and put a towel around his waist when he heard a locker quietly shut. Grabbing his bar of carbolic soap from his own, he threw a glance to his side and saw Marcus undressing. He noticed the nice thick muscle of his arms and his flat stomach with a hairy trail that led to a tuft of black hair that peeked above the towel which clung to his hips.

He frowned. Marcus was a guy that was nicely cut. How come he hadn't noticed that before?

Because everyone looks huge in an armored uniform. He answered himself. Even me.

"Hey, dipshit." He said calmly like he always did. He had expected something akin to what he had gotten lately: a grunt. But all he heard was silence.

He looked over to see Marcus grabbing his own soap and hand towel from his locker. Maybe Baird hadn't said it loud enough. He damn well knew that he had though.

With anger seeping into his voice, he repeated, "I said hey dipshit? Are you too old to hear me now?"

Marcus did his slow head turn, arctic eyes narrowed on Baird. His mouth was set in a thin line and the large gash on his face that ran from his right temple across his right cheek seemed to glare at him.

It was no doubt about it. He was pissed. Because of what, Baird couldn't guess.

He didn't care though. He was tired of being disrespected. At least if they had a fight, he'd feel a hell of a lot better about the situation. He didn't like being bothered by Marcus when no one else made him feel that way.

A smirk grew across Baird's face as he turned back to take out a washcloth from his locker, eyes still on him. "Glad to know that your hearing's fine." He spit out sarcastically. "I mean, why would a degenerate dumbass that's losing his hearing get promoted instead of a mechanical genius?"

He didn't pay attention to the guttural growl that Marcus produced, a warning sign for Baird to watch his mouth, as he closed his locker. "I expected you to be reassigned like Granny's going to be soon. Maybe to Control so that you can finally put the moves on Anya instead of wasting time so that another man could try to grab her."

Baird had crossed the line and he knew it as soon as the words were out of his mouth. But fuck it! He wanted to scar Marcus as badly as he had scarred him. No one made Damon S. Baird feel worthless.

He should have expected it as he suddenly felt fingers close around one of his shoulders and shove him hard. His head smacked against his own locker and the force of the impact made his head recoil. "Shut the fuck up, Baird!" Marcus threatened as the lockers shook as if they were unstable. His voice was raised a couple of octaves from his usual monotonous tone.

Baird knocked away Marcus' arm and swiftly turned to face him, his nose nearly touching his. "Why? What are you going to do? Stick me on a charge? Pfft." He shrugged his shoulders to show he didn't care. "Does it look like I care? I voice my opinions whether you like it or not. That's not something new, Sergeant." His voice was full of malice.

He watched Marcus' lips contort into a snarl as he grabbed Baird by a shoulder and pushed him against the lockers again, bringing his face inches from Baird. Before he could even speak, Baird shot his mouth off again. He couldn't close his mouth if he wanted to. And he didn't.

"What are you going to do, Sergeant?" He mocked with a leer. "If you hit me, you might be demoted."

Marcus bared his teeth. "And you'd like that, huh?" His voice was low and dangerous, his eyes flickering intensely. His tight grip was making Baird's shoulder sore. But he didn't show any pain. He was sure that the other man could smell fear. He was a frigging animal anyway.

"Yeah. I would." he nodded, eyes twinkling, enjoying the fact that he knew Marcus was struggling with losing his rigid self-control in order to deck him or to back off.

His smile faltered slightly as he felt Marcus loosen his grip, then let his hand slide off his shoulder. His sub-zero temperature eyes were clean of any emotion once again, but his mouth was slightly turned up. In a smooth gesture, he raised a hand to his head, taking his bandana off.

Baird tried not to react. But it was impossible not to widen his eyes and his facial features to soften a bit. Whenever Marcus parted with the bandanna, he looked more human than the beloved leader of Delta Squad that everyone knew. He could see streaks of gray within his hair which told Baird that the stress was getting to him. He looked much less menacing, less like a beast, and, for some reason, much more tolerable.

Maybe because the bandana made him such a douche.

"It's not like you'd be given the promotion if it happened." He said, having regained composure, before taking his soap and washcloth to the shower after stuffing the bandana into his locker.

Baird rested against his locker, mulling over what had just happened. Marcus was right. He wouldn't have been given the promotion, because Baird wasn't a mindless nitwit that licked the ass of the Gear Officers like Marcus and the other assholes. He did what he wanted. Still, it was a bruise to the ego to find that an ex-con got a promotion before he did.

He picked up his things and followed after Marcus. He entered the shower room in a daze, saying something that slipped his lips from his unconscious. He tore the towel from his waist and hung it on a hook next to a shower-head, then turned on the faucet. He slightly shivered as cold water sprayed across his body when he heard a voice beside him.

"If...something you ...to..., Baird, ….it. Don't..."

Baird stared at Marcus for a bit, his eyes narrowing. "What? I didn't say anything." He was still lost in his thoughts and didn't want to be pulled from them. The water pressure made it hard for him to listen as well.

"Are your fucking ears clogged?" He glowered at Baird who stared daggers back at him. "I said if you have something to say, fucking say it!"

"I didn't say anything!" Baird nearly yelled, in front of Marcus' face once more. "What the fuck are you talking about?!" Marcus' hands were half-clenched, as if he didn't know what to do with them. He usually had his fingers curled around his Lancer. Without it, he seemed lost. "But now that I think about it," Baird seethed, not able to hold himself back. "There is something I've been wanting to tell you."

Baird watched as Marcus' body seemed to expand. He was stretching himself to his full height and his body was tense. That angry scar seemed to pulse on his face as his eyes narrowed and his jaw seemed to become more prominent. Suddenly, Baird felt extremely small compared to the hulk of the barbarian in front of him. He pushed those thoughts aside.

"Oh yeah." Marcus' voice almost couldn't be heard over the steady drum of the shower. "I'm listening."

His mouth seemed to be moving on its own, without effort. He put on his I-don't-give-a-fuck face as he spoke. "You're a sanctimonious ass that only thinks of himself and his wants while making everyone believe that you don't. You make us stay with you whenever you have a moral conundrum, putting us in danger. You worry about Anya whenever she may be hurt but then, once your guilty conscience is eased and your fear calmed, you continue to treat her as before."

He scoffed. "You're an annoying self-righteous prick that feels that he is way too good to converse with the likes of me. Well, let me tell you something, Fenix." Baird jeered, watching Marcus' only reaction be a very...slow...blink. "An ex-convict isn't promoted and thinks that he can frigging tell me what the fuck to do. I do whatever the hell I want and you better get used to it!"

Silence ensued with Marcus only staring at Baird, seemingly unblinking which unnerved him. He finally spoke in a quiet tone, "You done?"

"I'd respect you more if you were honest and said that you put yourself before the squad. I know I do. It's all about Baird." He berated as he picked up his soap. "Yeah. I'm done now."

"Good." He immediately responded, jabbing a finger hard into Baird's naked chest making him drop the soap. He stared at Baird with fury. "Understand this, you piece of shit. I don't give a damn about what you think of me or how I run my squad." Baird tensed as he heard Marcus take ownership of the squad. Asshole. "And you can shove your respect up your ass. I'm the Sergeant in charge and what I say fucking goes. You don't like it, you can ask for a transfer."

Baird gritted his teeth. That put him in a precarious position. If he did ask for a transfer, he'd look like a bitch and Marcus would have gotten his way. He wouldn't allow the man to get his way where Baird was concerned.

Also, Baird didn't want to leave Cole behind. He had to be there to watch the behemoth's back...and so Cole could save him from a dunked toilet and the men who put him there if he needed it again.

But if Baird didn't leave, he was once more under Marcus' thumb...

He closed the distance between him and Marcus, making Marcus move his arm to his side. The water beat down on the both of them and slowly, the situation began to seep into his mind.

They were about to brawl. In the showers. Naked.

He could see Marcus' large pink cock without having to move his eyes from Marcus' freezing ones. He noticed that his black hair was matted to his head and he could smell the reek of the soap from his body. He ignored the hairy trail that led down to the patch of hair just above his cut cock. It made Baird consciously aware of how he looked himself: very pale and nearly hairless except for his pits and ass.

And his dick still wore a turtleneck.

The corners of his mouth turned up. He didn't care what happened from then on. He probably would get his ass kicked. But it would be worth it to knock Marcus around a bit. That's how much he disliked him.

For stealing his promotion.

For acting self-righteous when he wasn't.

For treating Baird like shit when he didn't deserve it.

With adrenaline surging through his body, he said, "Go fuck yourself." Then he drew his right arm back.

He saw something flicker in Marcus' eyes. He realized a bit too late that it was recognition as Marcus caught his right hook in the palm of his left hand. Baird stared in disbelief at how his fist seemed to be engulfed within a much larger hand. His eyes then went to Marcus' face and he saw the closest thing to a smile that he had ever seen from the nearly mute brute: eyes narrowed and lips curled.

"Hm." was all the bigger man said.

Oh fuck.

Pain shot through his hand as Marcus slowly tightened his grip, bending the hand upwards.

"Argh!" Baird seethed through clamped teeth, buckling. He wouldn't allow himself to fall on his knees. It was a sign of weakness to himself, no matter what anyone else thought. Angling his body with his back facing the wall and, making sure he had good aim, he thrust his head hard into Marcus' stomach.

A soft oof was all that Baird heard from above. He had felt Marcus' grip on him loosen as his head connected with his rough skin tissue. But, from his bent position, he could see that Marcus had only stumbled back, not fallen as he had expected. Pulling his hand from Marcus, he began to straighten up when he felt something hard hit the left side side of his body.

Baird widened his eyes as pain shot through him, making him nearly fall once more. He backed away in a daze, a hand comforting the bruised ribs as he watched Marcus slowly advance towards him.

What the fuck had he gotten himself to? He was toast if he didn't think of something quick...

His back hit the wall. He contorted his face into one that was of pure agony and somewhat pleading as Marcus stopped in front of him, about to deliver another punch. He clutched at his side breathing a bit hard. Marcus faltered after seeing Baird's face and dropped his right fist.

Baird slowly rose.

The sensitive dumbass. As if he was going to let him get away with hurting him. He sneered inwardly as he thought of what he had to do and fast.

He closed his eyes, still pretending to be suffering, but actually trying to get the nerve to do what he had to do or he couldn't live with himself. Opening his eyes again, he saw that Marcus was looking away from him in deep thought and a bit of embarrassment.

Perfect.

Before Marcus had any time to see it out of the corners of his eyes, Baird brought his right hook hard across his jaw.

His body didn't move. Only his head. Baird watched it snap hard to Marcus' right from the impact and Marcus' eyes grow in surprise. He then forced his confident fuck-you smile on his face as Marcus did his extremely slow head turn to look at him. His eyes burned with contempt as he moved towards Baird until he had him pinned to the wall with his body.

Baird could hear his ragged breaths over the steady sound of the water, which was falling upon his head and dripping quickly down his strong body. Marcus was trying to keep himself under control, but he was losing the battle. Baird knew it and no matter if he would be beaten to a bloody pulp, he was going to always carry around the fact that he had made the cool, calm, and collected Marcus Fenix lose control.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Baird was losing an internal battle as well. The physical altercation spurred Baird in a way that he hadn't felt before. The adrenaline pumping throughout his body made him very aware to every little thing that Marcus was doing-from the slight twitch of his eyebrows to the pursing of his lips.

When Marcus punched the wall so close to him that he could feel the heat from his skin, Baird didn't flinch. He was bemused at the fact that Marcus was wondering if he should pummel him senselessly or let him go. He also found it interesting how he didn't see Marcus react at the impact from his fist to the wall as well. He wasn't dismayed at all, even at the oncoming beating. He knew that he'd take comfort at the fact that he stood up to Marcus while most other people would have backed down.

And that was well worth getting his ass kicked.

His breath was beginning to shorten since Marcus was using his weight to hold him still. He felt something hard pressing against his leg, but his focus was more on Marcus' next move than what he was feeling.

"Your turn." He muttered, unable to stop a smile from forming.

Marcus moved his jaw slightly, his fist flattening so that his fingers were against the wall. "You ready?" His eyebrows were slightly raised.

Oh yeah. Baird was dead. The fact that Marcus' voice dripped with lethal poison was evidence enough. He felt fear licking at his heart. The only way to keep it at bay would be to keep talking and repress it.

No matter the outcome.

"Bring it." He jeered, using a phrase that he knew Marcus loved to use. His voice didn't betray an ounce of what he truly felt though. He wouldn't be able to go on patrol for weeks after Marcus was finished with him.

He opened his mouth to say something else, more than likely to delay the inevitable, when he furrowed his brow and a look of confusion flooded his eyes. He could see that Marcus was silently reading his eyes as well, trying to decipher if Baird was just putting on a facade again. His eyes slowly widened as he watched Baird redden.

The whole atmosphere in the showers changed from being on the edge of a brawl to insanely awkward. Marcus' body was pressing hard against his, his face barely away from his, his cold feral blue eyes not leaving Baird's sky blues. His body had rubbed against Baird's sensually every time he moved. Baird was losing his breath which heightened the sensations that he felt: pain, adrenaline, and...arousal.

He looked away from Marcus realizing that he was hard. And he didn't know why.

The anticipation of the fight had left him as quickly as it had come, it seemed. Baird said nothing as he gently nudged Marcus to get him off of him. "Whatever." he said quietly, trying to get away. "Won't happen again."

Marcus relaxed his body a bit but didn't move away. Baird saw in his peripherals that his eyes were looking down and he followed his gaze, noticing that his cheeks were flushed as well. His mouth dropped open in distress as he realized that he was staring at Baird's cock.

"I'm not interested in men, alright!" He stammered out, feeling anxious and uncomfortable. Marcus' eyes left his cock and tried to focus on his. He avoided his stare. "I'm just easily aroused. And you were rubbing against me so that led me to physiologically respond."

"Baird." He said his name so quietly that Baird didn't hear him.

"It's normal in all creatures." He continued ranting as he usually did when he was afraid or flustered. "Anyone can touch someone and make them excited."

"Baird." Marcus' voice was a bit louder, yet Baird still didn't hear.

"It doesn't mean that there is something wrong with that person. Only that the person is able to feel pleasure where it's not accepted in society for fear of stigmatizing dogmas. And-" He finally caught Marcus' eye. "-and I'll shut up now."

"It's okay." His voice was barely above a whisper as he turned away.

Marcus wasn't looking at him now, just trying to find something else to focus on. Baird began to flare up once more, thinking that Marcus was ignoring him again, until he caught sight of something that immediately cooled him.

Marcus was hard too.

Oh shit...

Baird turned around and picked up his soap and towel. Crap. They were both hard and needed to release. But they couldn't do it in the same room. It would be way too uncomfortable. Yet the discomfort he was feeling in the air was too much for him to stand now.

"Hey," He finally spoke into the heavy silence. "You won't watch me, will you?"

"You think I like cock, Baird?" He gave him a look that couldn't be described as anything but careful.

Baird rolled his eyes and smirked, daring Marcus to step up to him again. "You look like a frigging bear. So maybe." he said nastily.

"And you're a fucking hairless twink." Marcus replied in his monotonous tone. "I can see you taking it up the ass."

"Why would you visualize me in such a compromising position, Sergeant?" Baird shot back. "Unless if you actually thought about it. You have a woman, you know?" Snorting, he added with a leer, cocking his head away. "Well, you've served in quite a few battles so I wouldn't be surprised." He began to wash his arms with the soapy towel.

"I have." It was a whisper, probably not meant for Baird's ears. But he still heard it.

"You have what?" Baird said in that I-really-don't-care voice of his. "I know all about your glorious escapades. Don't start reminiscing, geezer. I don't want to hear it and I don't really care."

After a brief silence, he heard "Slept with men, smart-ass."

He froze, the water washing away the soapy suds on his body. He didn't want to turn and look, his gut feeling hollow and empty.

...the fucking moron! Why couldn't he just lie! Or withhold information for the sanctity of one's mind? He didn't want to know that shit! He swallowed hard, finally turning his head slightly to cast an ocean blue eye on Marcus' muscled form.

He felt sick, but not because of the fact that Marcus had told him that he had been with men previously. It was because of what Baird now felt. He could feel his cock throbbing incessantly and he squinted at the want of release.

He had always repressed these urges within him, the curious nature that was his own about the feel of a cock inside of his unexplored place. He had always done that with the women he bedded, but he wondered how it would feel for him to have it done to him. The women seemed to enjoy it a helluva lot.

Because of this, Baird had always wanted to be given a hard fuck just so that he could experience the intense pleasure or pain that many men his age was able to feel. He had never acted on it though since he felt that no man would be able to satisfy him as he wanted. And because it wasn't a societal norm that an heir to the Baird fortune would follow.

Letting his eyes slowly take in Marcus' hairy and muscular form, he realized that Marcus would do just fine. Fuck his parents and what they would think. They were dead anyway.

"I thought so." He got out in his normal caustic tone, although he didn't know how he was able to. He supposed it was because the pain in his ribs was slightly ebbing while the one in his cock was steadily growing.

"You have a problem with it?" His voice was the same drone that it was most of the time.

"I honestly don't give a damn." Baird shrugged, trying to suppress his wants. "But I'm sure Anya would. I won't tell her though." He added, as he heard Marcus emit a deep growl, telling Baird that he was traveling in unwanted territory.

He knew why Marcus and Anya couldn't be together. It broke one of the regulations that the Gears follow. But screwing men behind her back wasn't exactly a healthy alternative. Especially if he'd been with this woman for fifteen years.

Baird didn't mind though. He had done his share to women as well. Maybe Marcus wasn't as devoted to Anya as he thought. If he was, there wouldn't be any way that he would be laying with men behind her back...would he? He frowned at the thought.

Why should he care anyway? It wasn't any of his business. It was just something else that he didn't know about the man that probably wouldn't be answered.

"Too bad you can't find someone that you could just fuck here." He nearly laughed, resuming his body washing. "Pretty sure a few guys wouldn't mind venting their frustrations."

When all he heard was the sound of gushing water, he became lost in his thoughts again. He snapped out of them when he felt that someone had their eyes on him. He turned his head to find that Marcus was still staring at him quietly and nothing readable on his face. Baird's eyes traveled to Marcus' cock which made them grow a bit. It then flicked up to connect with Marcus once more. He now saw something in the older man's eyes that he couldn't describe.

"What?" He almost snarled. He was beginning to feel excited. He couldn't stop himself as his heart began to quicken. "Stop frigging staring at me."

Marcus took a step towards him, bypassing his statement. "Ever want to?"

Baird's mouth was dry as he looked into his Sergeant's—no, Marcus' face. The Sergeant didn't exist until he put on that goddamn bandana. The Sergeant wouldn't ever be this forthcoming with anything. And the Sergeant would have kicked his ass after he threw that punch to his face.

"Ever want to what?" He hoped that Marcus wasn't talking about what he thought he was. Because if he was...there wasn't any reason why Baird would turn down such an appetizing offer.

"Fuck a man." His voice was full of lust and so soft that Baird had to get a bit closer to hear him. He then casually looked him up and down and let out a soft grunt. "More than likely be fucked by one."

"And what makes you think I wouldn't be on top?" He narrowed his eyes at Marcus in disbelief.

Marcus' mouth slightly turned up. "Do I need to spell it out to you?"

Baird said nothing, knowing damn well that he wouldn't ever be able to fuck someone of Marcus' size. He hated how Marcus knew that.

It was quiet except for the background noise of the shower when Marcus spoke again. "Well. Have you?"

He unconsciously licked his lips. "Yeah." He spoke without meaning to in a voice that wasn't his. There wasn't any sarcasm, just cold hard truth. "I have."

Marcus' chest was touching his shoulder now. They both were sharing the shower head as once steaming hot water ran lukewarm down their bodies. Baird turned so that he was face to face with him, his cock beginning to pulse against Marcus' thick member.

He was a bit anxious yet eager. He knew what to do and, against his better judgments, pushed away the thoughts that were screaming for him to stop in his head.

Instant gratification. That was all he wanted.

"So you wouldn't mind if I start off then." Marcus whispered, letting his fingers graze over Baird's cock, making him shiver.

He didn't know how he did it, but he put on a smirk. "Go ahead." He said as he set down his soap and towel on the make-shift stand next to the shower-head, eyes never leaving his. "But if we get caught, I'll say that you're harassing me."

It was indescribable how Baird felt when Marcus' fingers curled around his cock. He knew by the way that his hand was slowly stroking him that he was going to have the best jerk-off session.

Baird only hesitated momentarily before letting his hand hold Marcus' own cock. It was wet and soapy, but he could still feel how hot it was. It was a bit bigger than his, which made him feel a bit inadequate. His fingers barely got around it. But the feeling dissipated as he looked down to watch the the two of them feeling on each other's cocks. The scene made pre-cum leak from the tip of his penis. He also saw a large glob of it drip from Marcus's cock, some getting onto his fingers.

Baird had never had another man stroke his dick before. He'd had women, but they really didn't know how to pleasure him as much as he had himself. But Marcus...Marcus knew how to do it. He was beating Baird off better than his own hand. It was as if he knew what he would enjoy. It made sense though since Marcus had his own cock to play with.

He moved his hand up and down the length of the large cock at an unhurried pace, unconsciously moving closer to Marcus. They weren't looking at each other. They couldn't. If they did, they'd have to stop and neither of them wanted to. Not when they both had massive hard-ons. So both of them kept their eyes on the hands moving along the shaft of both cocks, ever so conscious of the two of them inching closer together.

Baird then felt Marcus put his free arm around his waist, pulling him closer to him. He didn't resist. All he did was put his arm around his beefy shoulders and sigh in satisfaction. Their cheeks were pressed together as both of them began to quicken their strokes, listening to the contented moans emitting from one another.

This was sensational...the best that Baird had ever felt in a long time. He was delighted in the fact that their bodies were moving harmoniously together, that his soft pink nipples were kissing and caressing Marcus' rough ones, that the hairs from Marcus' hard belly was tickling his bare one.

The now cool water showering down on both of them allowed them to easily move against each other. He was intoxicated by the sound of a deep lustrous voice that only made him become harder. He faintly realized that it was Marcus. He tightened his grip around Marcus' neck as he felt him tighten his arm around his waist.

His thoughts began to penetrate his drunken lust. He was liking this way too much. He was easily being seduced by a man that knew how to work a cock. And the man was the same asshole that he had no other choice but to listen to unless if he wanted to be stuck on a charge. But the way he was feeling made him forget all of that in the next moment.

He felt Marcus suddenly begin to tense, crushing him against his body. He heard his raspy breaths grow a bit louder and he followed suit, scraping his smooth cheek against Marcus' whiskers. He was pumping Marcus furiously now, feeling the bigger man bringing him closer to the edge of bliss.

He was about to reach ecstasy when he realized something was wrong.

He wasn't able to cum.

Something was keeping him from releasing and it was squeezing the base of his cock hard enough to stop it. He let out a soft anguished cry as he tried to remove what it was. It dawned upon him after his fingers glazed over it.

Hard. Burly. Rough.

"What the hell are you doing?" Baird snarled, eyes facing Marcus as he was trying to pry his fingers away from his cock. He nearly collapsed to his knees as Marcus tightened his grip. He was shocked that Marcus was able to still hold onto his body pretty well although the two of them were slick with water and suds.

Marcus' forehead touched his as Baird struggled against the pain. "If you ever punch me again..." he began in a menacing tone.

Baird bit his bottom lip. Guess Marcus wasn't as stupid and monstrous as he looked.

"I'll punch you now if you don't finish me." He got out through clenched teeth. An agonizing moan escaped his lips as Marcus gripped him tighter. He tried to do to Marcus what he was doing to Baird, but Baird was in too much pain.

"Alright!" He nearly yelled, his arm still around Marcus' neck and trying to pry his fingers from him. His sky blue eyes blazed at the other man in rage. Marcus looked completely calm. "Alright. I won't hit you anymore. Now fucking finish me, asshole!"

"Watch your mouth, twink." Marcus growled softly, relaxing his grip on Baird's cock.

Baird's cheeks burned as Marcus began to beat him off, the pain slightly ebbing. His hand reached between them for something, but he was enjoying the ecstasy he was feeling too much to care. All he knew, though, was that in a matter of seconds the small spat between them was washed down the drain with the cold water and he was thrusting his cock into the tight grip of Marcus' hand once more. Marcus' lips grazed his ear and his voice, filled with wanton lust, swept into it. It was too much for Baird to take.

Clutching onto his shoulder, Baird's body froze as he let out a sensual moan next to Marcus' ear as he cummed into his hand. He felt Marcus react by only letting out a soft but gruff grunt. Baird then felt streams of sticky fluid on his own fingers, not realizing that he had grabbed Marcus' cock again to resume jacking him off. He felt Marcus slowly rub his messy cream along the shaft of his dick. Baird imitated him.

He was panting hard, too tired to do much else besides listen to Marcus' quiet breaths in his ear. He was a bit afraid at the fact that he had shown fear in front of Marcus, wondering how that would come back to bite him in the ass. He wanted to push him away, but he was too shocked to let him go. He hated to admit it but he was a bit flustered as well. He wanted to know what was in store for the both of them...

Their racing hearts slowed and the freezing water pelted them with what felt like ice rocks, yet they still did not pull apart. Maybe it was because of embarrassment. Maybe it was because of the fact that both of them had committed a grievous act that made them feel a bit guilty. Maybe it was because Baird didn't really want to look into Marcus' face since he didn't know what had compelled him to agree to such a gratifying experience. Or maybe it was because he hated how he was feeling now: So confused and wanting, begging for more of what he lacked severely.

None of that mattered though. What was done was done and could not be taken back.

Still holding his arm around Marcus' neck, he whispered numbly into his ear, "Well, now. It looks like you've found someone that you can fuck."


That had been the start of their passionate yet romance-less trysts. It had to be that way. Baird couldn't go back to feeling how he felt that night...as if he wanted to actually kindle a serious partnership with the man. He didn't ever want to be hurt. And he would be if he tried to pursue anything further.

I mean, look what he's done to Anya! he thought. If he did that to her, he'd probably do worse to me...

Besides, it was his fucking Sergeant. The man that was in the same league of intelligence with frigging apes since all he did was grunt and walk like a heavy-footed gorilla. If he wanted a guy for a relationship, he could do much better than him. Men were slim in the post-apocalyptic world though.

They met whenever they could in secret, following the guidelines and rules that they had set up for themselves. It had been only recently that Baird had allowed Marcus to be inside of him. He really didn't want to risk disease and, with Marcus' possible risky and sexual history, that was a high possibility. It surprised him how much he actually trusted Marcus since what they were doing could potentially endanger them both.

He was still confused as to why Marcus wouldn't bed Anya when he easily could. But that didn't matter now as he came out of his thoughts in the middle of Pelruan. His eye caught Marcus and Anya speaking to the survivors of Jacinto, renamed by Prescott as Jacinto's Remnant. It was obvious by their body language-well, hers at least-that they were fucking. She was so close to him that they touched whenever one of them moved. She casually glanced up at him for guidance and in a sort of awe although she actually had more authority. Marcus looked down at her with more than respect and his expression seemed to reveal no stress.

Baird slightly shook his head. Nothing of his had ever been taken away from him. And he didn't give a damn who it was, he wouldn't ever give up something that he considered he had a right to without a fight. That meant his inheritance from his parents along with any mechanical gadgets that he scavenged, repaired, or made.

And Marcus.

They both had a pact that wasn't going to be broken and couldn't be broken. The reason for that was all because of Marcus himself since he was a stickler to the rules. But was Marcus something worthy to be fighting over? He and Anya both had history and they eventually could stop half-assing around. It looked like they were about ready to. Would Baird sacrifice his own sex, happiness, and slice of heaven pie for those two to copulate when they would never make babies?

Cole nudged him in the shoulder. "Baird baby, what you lookin' at?" He looked around, trying to decipher where Baird was steadily gazing.

"Nothing." He turned away from the sight of Anya longingly looking at Marcus to settle on his buddy's own. "You asked me what's wrong with me?"

"Yeah." Cole nodded. "I ain't ever seen you like that before. You hurt Sam pretty bad."

"Something of mine is about to get stolen, Cole." Baird put on his smirking expression. "And I just decided that I have to stop it before it happens."

His best friend then began to laugh, bending his big body over as he put his hands on his knees. Baird saw Marcus casually glance over at them. "Come on, baby." Cole said, trying to catch his breath. "You ain't still pissed because Parry stole one of your bot cams, are ya?"

"No. That jackass won't be stealing any more of my things, that's for sure." He then scrunched his nose as if he was disgusted. "It's something else. But don't worry about it. 'Kay, big guy?" He slapped Cole on the back before beginning to walk off. "Let's see what's getting these civilians riled up."

As he walked up to the crowd with Cole, a fierce grimace on his face, he felt a pair of chilly eyes trained on him. He didn't have to turn his head to know that Marcus was secretly looking at him with questioning eyes.

Just as well. In the end, there would be no question as to who would own Marcus.

All of him.


Note: Oh no. It seems like Baird is getting pretty serious now...he's declared war and decided that Marcus is one of his possessions. Marcus and Anya don't even have a clue...lol. Or do they? :)

I hope you like it! Please review and continue reading to enjoy more deliciousness between these two smexy men!

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For those who don't know...(it's A LOT but everyone should be informed):

1) Chairman Richard Prescott burned 99% of Sera with the Hammer of Dawn Counter-Attack on the Locust. He nearly caused the human civilization to end, in my opinion.

2) Pelruan was a settlement on Vectes, an island that was untouched by the Hammer Strikes and the Locust until the COG showed up. Vectes also had a COG Naval Base.

3) The Gorasni were an Indie people that fought with the COG for the right of the Imulsion in the Pendelum Wars.

4) "Sinful deed" would be the breaching of contract between an officer and infantrymen copulating (having sex). It's not allowed in the COG. Nothing religious about it. :)

5) A "bear" is a hairy gay man. A "twink" is a boyish looking gay man with little to no body hair.

6) In the novels, it's obvious that Sam has an attraction to Dominic Santiago. It's also obvious if you've played GOW3, when Clayton Carmine, Sam, and Baird have the following conversation while trying to cross the Centennial Bridge to get back to the ship Sovereign (Marcus, Dom, Jace, and Anya are protecting it from the leviathan):

Clayton: Dammit. That ship's going to be twenty klicks away by the time we get across this bridge.
Sam: Oh, Carmine. You're a glass half-empty man, aren't ya?
Clayton: Buy me a beer and I'll show ya.
Baird: Oh, she won't buy you anything. Your name's not Dom.

Sam DOES comment about how she can see Baird and her in a house with a couple of kids and a dog. But that was just funny banter. They could have had something after Dom died and the core team of Delta was about to rescue Adam Fenix (the cut scene where Marcus sends Jace Stratton and Sam to help out with the incoming troops, Baird and Sam shared a tender moment when he told her to be careful). But this story obviously happened before that time.

...When I told Baird that I thought that Sam and he would make cute babies, he threatened not to tell me about any more of his sexy rendevous. Can't have that now, can we? :P So he DOESN'T like Sam. :)

7) "Granny" is the nickname Baird gave Bernadette Mataki. She's the woman of Colonel Victor Hoffman. If you have no idea who she is, she's the voice over the intercom when Delta finally reaches Anvil Gate (and the city of Anvegad) warning of the fact that the Locust were breaching their line of defense in Gears of War 3. You still don't know? Visit gearsofwar. wikia. com.

8) Staff Sergeant Lennard Parry is an engineer within the COG. He was in the novel Coalition's End. He and Baird tended to butt heads because Baird would steal scrap from machines in a bin and Parry would steal his bot cams or anything else he needed.

9) The people that evacuated Jacinto before Delta Squad sunk it (Gears of War 2) are called Jacinto's Remnant. There is also a book by the name "Jacinto's Remnant".

10) Anya Stroud is sterile. She can't have babies. It was in the novels that I've read (either Aspho Fields or Anvil Gate).