"Points of Authority"
By: God of Insanity
Pairing(s): Marcus/Dom, Dom/Marcus, and Possibly Other pairings apply
Summary: Set loosely after Jacinto sinks. Post Gears of War2. Set before GOW3.
Warning(s): M/M YAOI, LEMONS, SPOILERS, Blood, horror, Oral, Maledom, D/s, Character Death, and other warnings apply.
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Disclaimer(s): I do not own Gears of War. This is fanfiction. Notice the fan in front of fiction. I merely own my own ideas and the effort I put into these fan fictions. I make no profit whatsoever.
"'Don't forget, Dom's my friend.' It was friend, not buddy. The way he said it made it clear there was only one of those, and that no replacements would be considered."-[Gears of War: Aspho Fields]
CH-09-Touch
It's about a total week, give or take, before I get so unbearably restless that I start walking around on my own. Of course, they try to stop me, but I don't listen. They are lucky that I even stayed down for an entire week.
I'm still sore in some places, like my leg and ribs, but it's bearable and doesn't hurt that much when I move. I can ignore it and that's exactly what I do.
During the rest of the time that I was at bed rest, Dom didn't say much to me or make another move. He wasn't in a bitter mood or anything. I figure it's because he just didn't want to risk causing me more pain again or worse. He's not that hard of a person to figure out so I pretty much can tell whatever is on his mind.
I was standing outside alone when I received a call on the Comm link.
"Delta?" Comes Anya's familiar voice. I haven't heard from her in awhile.
"Yeah, Control, this is Delta."
"How are you doing, Marcus?"
"Just peachy. Now tell me what's up," I grumble. I know full well that they get pissy if the radio is used for personal reasons. Not that I blame 'em, of course.
"Still no locust activity. There hasn't been any incidents since last week..."
"How convenient..." I want to ask if she thinks they're gone or not. But something in my gut says they're still around. I have a very bad feeling about the Locust. We've done so much to wipe them out. The Lightmass bomb, killing the Riftworm, and flooding their tunnels...didn't stop nor kill them all. I just know the Queen is somewhere lurking around and waiting patiently. Stupid bitch.
"I know what you're going to ask. Command directly told me that they want you to sit tight for now. Command will contact you soon and you'll get your orders."
"Got it. Delta out," I mutter and I nearly jump out of my skin when I notice that Isaac is standing beside me. He looks amused when he realizes he has startled me.
"I'm surprised your wife isn't out here fretting," Isaac says and casts me a sideways glance.
"I told him if he hovers around me all the time that we're going to get a divorce," I reply in my brand of Marcus humor. My squad knows it so well and sometimes they get frustrated with it. Oh well.
"I know I probably asked this before, but do you think the Locust are really gone? I know there's still some left..." Isaac asks in a calm voice as if he is talking about the weather.
"I don't know. What do you think?"
"I think this is the calm before the storm. I don't think this is anywhere near over. They're probably immobilizing their forces as we speak. They'll strike when they're ready. Whenever that is..."
I look at him and study his face, but I can't tell whether he's happy, sad, mad or whatever else about what he just said. "You think?"
"I feel it. All the civvies seem to think that the Locust are gone, but I know better. Just because they're not popping out of the ground a lot doesn't mean that they're anywhere near close to being extinct. We have to remember that they're not stupid. And we haven't been everywhere underground, so we don't know where they're all hiding. There's so many tunnels and caves...it's hard to know for certain whether or not they're all gone. But like I said, I feel as if there's a storm churning. I feel as if they want us to think that they're gone. They're waiting for something..."
Like Baird, Isaac is usually right about whatever he states. It's annoying that Baird is always right, but when Isaac is right, it's more of an awe inspired feeling. In this case, it is a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Deep inside we're all hoping that the Locust are finally defeated, but just like Isaac, I also feel as if we're on the verge of something horrendous. I believe that he's right. I think something bad will happen sooner or later.
Isaac glances at me and inquires quietly, "what do you think?"
"I'm pretty much thinking the same damn thing..."
He sighs as if he had been hoping that I was thinking the opposite of him. He looks towards the horizon as if it is the last time he'll ever see it. "I was afraid you'd say that."
"You want me to lie to you?"
Isaac laughs and shakes his head, "No, I much prefer the truth no matter how much it burdens the soul."
Something about that statement reminds me of something I had once heard him say. Before I could stop myself, I found myself quoting it aloud, "I would rather rot in prison for doing the right thing than walk free for doing the wrong thing."
Isaac looks at me as if that quote sounded familiar to him, but as if he couldn't quite place who said it and when. "Who said that?"
"You."
"When did I say that?"
"A few years ago, give or take. Someone asked you why you had been thrown into the slab, and that was what you said to them. And it was all you would say about it."
"Oh...well, now that you mention it, it does clear up the fog a bit."
Before I can comment on that, there's the sound of an engine and we both look to see a vehicle pulling up to us. From what I can see, there's four people in the car. I instantly recognize the woman in the back seat. She's the oldest amongst them, maybe around Hoffman's age.
As soon as the vehicle stops, the engine is shut off and four people crawl out. Two are young men who look around the age of 18-25 and the other two are women. One of the women looks to be around the age of 25-35 while the woman I recognize looks a bit older, maybe in her 50's or dare I say, 60's.
It's Bernadette Mataki a.k.a. Bernie.
Bernie looks to me and smiles a bit. "Marcus, good to see your arse again, you wanker."
I nod to her. "It's been awhile."
The other woman looks in fit, tip top shape. She's tall, around 5'11" and is muscular. She's no where near as bulky as any of us, but she has a strong physique and looks like she can dish out some serious damage if given the chance to. She has short red hair, some of which is in her eyes, which she blows out of her face. She has pale skin and big, startling green-grey eyes that look as if said eyes could stare down anyone. Something about her is very familiar, but I can't put a finger on it.
"SGT Fenix, right? A pleasure to finally meet you," Said red-haired woman spoke and she thrust her hand over to me the way a man would when introducing himself.
"And you are...?" I ask slowly and almost hesitantly take her hand and shake it. I'm surprised by how strong her grip is and I can feel the power in her arm.
"Major Eve Savage," She says quickly as if it doesn't really matter. She has a low voice which makes it harder to tell if she's male or female. She's an androgynous one, all right. The best way I can describe her is that she's a mix of masculinity and femininity and somehow it works for her.
Something is definitely very familiar, but I choose to shake it off for now. Business always comes first...well, most of the time, anyway. "What brings you out here, Major?"
"Blah, call me Eve. Rank isn't important anymore," Eve mutters and glances towards Isaac. A look of recognition lights in her ocean colored eyes. "Isaac, what you doing hiding behind Marcus? Get over here..."
Before Isaac can even think to muster up a reply, Eve pounces on him in a flash. She is damn fast and has him in what I'd call a bear hug. It's reminiscent of the kind of hugs Cole gives.
I can tell that they're good friends. They're close, but there isn't anything sexual there. Reminds me of the way Carlos and I had been before...well...
"What the hell? Granny, is that you?" Nearly shrieks Baird, who had wandered outside with Cole to possibly spy on me from sheer boredom or because Dom had bribed them to.
"Oi, blondie! Long time no see, you little twit!" Bernie greets back and in spite of her general dislike for Baird, she seems a bit content to see him. She looks much happier to see Cole, though.
"Boomer lady!" Cole greets and runs over to hug her in one of his bear hugs. Even though he's big as hell, he's careful with her. He knows that she's older and he knows that he's bigger.
Baird stands off to the side, arms crossed with his ever present sneer on his face as he watches everyone. He looks less than thrilled to see Bernie. With the way he always acts towards women, I'm under the impression that he hates them.
Eve, while standing beside Isaac, glances at everyone until her gaze settles on Baird. She has a WTF look on her face as if she doesn't know what the hell she is looking at. She looks to me and Isaac and inquires, "What's wrong with him?"
Isaac shrugs, "Maybe he's just retarded...no, that's a mean way of saying it. How about...mentally challenged?"
I shrug too and mutter, "Who knows..."
"Well, whatever he is, he looks like fun," Eve comments and crosses her arms, almost imitating Baird's stance.
Bernie overhears Eve and snorts. "You're going to change your mind once you get to know that one. I bet you're going to want to punch his lights out soon enough."
"Oh? Well if the blond brat acts up I'll just spank him some then," Eve says as if Baird is actually 5-years-old or something. Something tells me to bet my money on this one.
Cole laughs and says, "I'll pay to see that, Ma'am. Boomer Lady here already decked Damon baby before..."
Bernie smiles as if remembering good times. "Aye, that I did..."
I sigh to myself and walk away back to the room that I'm currently sharing with Dom. I'm not in the mood for any of this shit and if it's something important they'll either come get me or call me.
As much as I like Bernie, seeing her always reminds me of tha t day. I still consider it the worst day of my life and her being present doesn't help me forget, if even for a moment. Whether it's seeing Dom's face or Bernie, I'm always reminded of my dead best friend.
When I walk into the room, I instantly notice that Dom is lying on his side on his bed. His back is facing the door so I can't see if he's awake or not.
As I walk quietly by him, an urge suddenly overcomes me, which ultimately causes me to smack his ass on my way to my bed. The sound is loud and it reverberates throughout the small room and I'm filled with some smug satisfaction.
Dom isn't as amused as I am, though. He instantly sits up and it's clear by the angry, befuddled look on his face that he had been sleeping. "Dammit, Marcus, I was sleeping!"
"Is that a fact? Maybe next time you won't expose your ass like that," I snicker and sit on the edge of my bed and stare at him in self-satisfaction. Well, he does have a nice ass...but that's not something I'll ever admit.
He sits up and glares at me with his dark, sleep deprived eyes. "Why are you being an ass today?"
"Maybe because I have one?" I offer back and stare modestly at him as if I hadn't just been a sarcastic ass.
Dom opens his mouth to say something, but almost immediately shuts it. He looks frustrated in so many ways and instead of voicing his issues, he just lays back down and proceeds to ignore me.
Oh, no you don't, Dom.
I get up and walk over to his bed and sit down on the edge. I slap his ass, but not as hard as the last time. He opens his eyes and glares at me again. I squeeze his ass in my own way of apologizing.
"Marcus," Dom hisses and sits up to fix me with a level glare.
"Yeah?"
"Don't do that..."
"Do what? This?" I ask and squeeze his ass again.
Dom growls and grabs my hand, "Marcus..."
"Oh, I'm sorry...I must have been touching the wrong thing," I say in mock apology and then slip my other hand between his legs to rub and squeeze his manhood. It seems all the ass slapping and squeezing has got him turned on a bit from what I can see and feel.
He sucks in his breath and shudders as a result of me touching him. I can tell that he's trying to control himself.
Smirking a bit to myself, I lean over and kiss him on his neck and then squeeze his groin one last time before I stand up and stride smoothly out of the room.
I walk outside until I reach everyone else and I can tell by the skulking Baird is doing and the smirking Eve is doing that someone had happened in my absence. Something to piss Baird off and make everyone else laugh their asses off.
I'm about to ask what happened when I feel a strong hand grab me by the forearm. I turn and look at Dom who looks both frustrated and furious. He doesn't look at me. Instead, he glowers at everyone else and barks, "Marcus needs to rest now so stay the fuck out of the room! If any of you even come close to the door I'm going to shoot you myself! Got it?"
The looks on everyone's faces is priceless and they're all too stupefied to say anything back so they just nod slowly. I'm not surprised by that because Dom is always nice and friendly to everyone so it's pretty much a shock when his domineering, angry side is shown.
Dom tightens his grip on my arm and jerks me with him like I'm his disobedient child that's about to be punished. He walks fast, but stiffly. He's strong, but so am I. One thing I know is to never fuck with him when he's in this mood. It's best just to go with it even if it kills me.
WARNING: HOT MAN ON MAN GEARS STYLE SEX! (THIS MEANS GAY AS IN HOMOSEXUAL!) DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS SORT OF THING OR IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!
You have been warned. Proceed with caution...
It doesn't take long for Dom to drag me into the room. He locks the door behind us and shoves me face first onto his bed.
Before I can say or do anything, he grabs me by the hips and jerks me back so that I'm half laying on the bed while my feet are planted on the ground. He reaches around me and quickly unbuckles my belt and forces my pants down to my knees.
I hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled and it's at that moment that it dawns on me about what is about to happen.
To a passerby, this would look like a rape that was about to transpire, but it's far from that. And it's because no one, in or out of prison, has been able to force themselves on my unwilling person and that's not about to change anytime soon. If I want it to happen, it will happen. If I don't, it won't. It's as simple as that.
I'm shocked and pretty much frozen on the spot. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't painfully turned on by this and by the fact that I'm being manhandled by Dom in this way.
Nothing is said or needs to be said. Everything just happens in a blur.
First I'm dragged into the room, then forcibly thrown on the bed, then half undressed...
And then I feel him force my legs apart and grab my hips in an iron grip. I feel his hot skin press against mine and then he pushes his dick into my ass hard and fast without any preparation. I grip the sheets, hissing through my teeth. It feels so damn good that I barely notice the pain. I push back against him and he slides the rest of himself inside until every has disappeared from view.
Dom pauses for a few moments so we both can adjust. He's bent over and panting lightly against the back of my neck. It takes me every ounce of my will power not to lose it right there. This is going to be fast and hard, but I can tell he has to focus himself so he doesn't lose it right away, too.
I shudder when I feel him pull almost all the way out and then slam back inside, filling me up again. My fingers curl and dig into the sheets as he repeatedly plunders my body. I can't help but rock back against him, moving with him as he rams his cock harder and faster into my abused, yet willing hole.
Nothing is said, but there are the noises of the bed creaking and rocking, the sound of flesh slapping flesh, and of course the sounds of our combined grunts of pleasure and exertion.
This is our first time together. There is no damn way that it would be sweet, slow, or gentle. I know now that we've both been desperately wanting it for so long and fuck, I know Dom hasn't gotten any since his wife disappeared over ten years ago. Not only do I know it, but I can feel it.
"Fuck, Marcus..." Dom groans as he unlatches one of his hands from my hips. He curls his fingers over my hand while still gripping my left hip with his left hand.
If I hadn't been getting vigorously fucked into his bed, I probably would have found that endearing. Yet somehow his words, as vulgar and few as they are, voice my thoughts exactly.
I know he's getting close because he rocks even harder and faster into me while his blunt nails bite harder into the flesh of my hip. I arch my back as much as I can and push back hard, rolling against him in a way that is a sure way to drive him crazier.
And it works.
One of Dom's last few jerky thrusts hits my prostate hard and I release my seed between my stomach and the bed. The muscles of my ass clenches hard around him as if trying to milk him. I then hear him groan loudly, which I note as his orgasm voice because damn, it sounds damn sexy and if I hadn't come already then just hearing how he sounds when he orgasms would have undone me at that moment.
Dom collapses against me, but his weight doesn't bother me. He's heavy like I am, but something about a heavy, hard body has a different sort of satisfaction than it does a small, soft body.
I don't know how many minutes pass, or if it's hours, but all I know is that some time has passed us by as we lay panting in the aftermath of our coupling.
I barely notice it when Dom shifts his body and pulls out of me almost slowly as if afraid to hurt me. It's kinda funny how he's being careful now.
My eyes are closed and my breathing is more even now. I don't move, but I feel him pull me completely on the bed. He lays there on his side and pulls me into his arms so that I'm actually facing him this time. Oh, gee, you fuck a guy and now you wanna hold him?
Oh, no, Dom is a cuddler.
Something about that doesn't surprise me nor does it bother me. It's the way he is and as always, I'll accept him no matter what. Even if it annoys me...
"Marcus..."
I open my eyes upon hearing my name and I look at him.
Dom is smiling.
He's smiling the way he used to when we were kids. He's smiling the way he used to when it was just me, him, and Carlos.
TBC...
A/N: I think I remember someone saying something about wanting more...action...?