Elven Exhibition
The door detonated as the two sentry bots turned their attention to it. He reached for the gun on the table. It wasn't much but it would've been enough; the 5 rounds were good enough for him. He held his gun out as the sentry bots waited for something to break their line of sight, and shouted, "Come on ya punks, I know you're there!" His cockiness had often got the best of him.
A moment later a bit of metal hit his arm. The metal had originated from one of the sentry bots as its metal body collapsed to the floor, even though he hadn't heard a shot. The other sentry bot simply fell to the ground, a hole right through it. A crack of light flashed in his eyes as a flashbang flew into the room during his distracted moment. Something beat his hand as he was blinded, fooled by his own distraction and focus. His distraction ended with him on the ground, barrel of a gun pressed against his head, his own gun on the ground away from him. Four soldiers had gotten to him. They nodded to each other, placing handcuffs on his wrists and ankles before placing a metal gag mask on his face. Defeated by only four soldiers. Pathetic.
They dragged him out, two soldiers dragging him, holding just under his arms. The two dragging him didn't disclose their names when they talked to each other, so to him, they were tall one and short one. One of them began talking on a wrist comm device as the remaining two moved towards him, as if rotating shifts to guard him, even if they hadn't done that before. "Package secure, request exfil ETA," he heard.
"The honeymoon limo is five klicks out."
"Not a honeymoon limo, Exfil."
"Yeah, yeah, sure, I've seen the way Kallas and Deis look at each other."
"Exfil in 5," the apparent captain confirmed, brushing off the comment. "Any hostiles detected?"
"No mech movements," returned the pilot's voice.
"Good, then we hold position," the captain answered.
He was forced down with one of the soldiers guarding him, and the three others held position. He looked around at the three of them as if he could do something, but with the heavy duty cuffs on his wrists and ankles and the obvious shock mechanisms that would put him down and out in an instant, he knew too well that he was helpless. He also knew there were no reinforcements coming to their position, he hadn't requested them and had no time to call for them. He was now a prisoner, as easy as that.
The transporter touched down and he was picked up by the two same soldiers before they dragged him, replacing the guarding soldier. His feet left a mark in the sand before they effortlessly lifted him into the transport, dumping him harshly onto one of the seats of the transporter before tying him in as he glared at the soldiers, as if his intimidation would lead to anything. The two carrier soldiers sat down on the other side of the transporter as the others had seated themselves at the back. It wasn't a very large transporter, one clearly made for inserting a small team. They were seated in front of him, their knees only a small distance apart.
"Rendezvous point is 15 minutes out, free time until then," the pilot joked as he looked back from his seat, "Hopefully Deis and Kallas here don't make my ship too messy." With a wave of his hand he pointed out each one as he said their names. Make the ship messy? What could he mean?
Regardless, he looked on. It seemed now, as they removed this headgear, that the soldiers were what he had thought them to be: four elven soldiers. Their faces had a feminine touch. However their bodies did not look the female part, noticeably slender and masculine. One elf, the one the pilot had called Deis, removed his headgear to reveal blonde, straight hair down to his shoulders. The other carrier guard -- Kallas was the name the pilot had given him -- had long black straight hair longer than the other's, all the way down to the middle of his back. He observed them, as if that would help him. Kallas had silver eyes while his counterpart had golden eyes, and they stood out with a certain gleam as they looked into each other's eyes, more gazing than looking. What were they going to do? The two others hadn't removed their headgear, but Kallas and Deis had.
The blonde and dark haired elves leaned over to look towards the other elves, cocking their heads as if in question. The other two elves shrugged and nodded disinterestedly. Deis smiled before Kallas pulled him back to his original position.
He could either close his eyes or watch what was going to unfold before him with these two elves, Deis and Kallas. He watched on as his curiosity got the best of him. Kallas took the first action, moving his right hand behind Deis' head before pulling him forwards, closing his eyes as their lips collided. A small glow came from the hand part of the combat suit; it seemed be some sort of crystal. Deis quickly closed his eyes as well as they soon full on began making out with each other. These were two men, and soldiers besides, yet they were doing this? He thought as he looked on, slightly weirded out. Yet his curiosity piqued him, and his eyes remained glued to the elven love scene in front of him. They both held each other close as they passionately made out with each other. Looking over at the two other soldiers, they simply sat silently, looking at the other or down at the floor. It seemed this Deis and Kallas relationship was common knowledge and what they were doing was common practice. They stopped kissing each other for a brief instant, separating slightly as a small string of saliva linked them still.
They stopped, as if they would be talking, yet not a word was said. A glimmer in their eyes caught his attention as their eyes seemed to glow brighter. What could this mean? Something inside him made him want to look away, but his all-consuming curiosity simply overshadowed that as he watched on, as Deis slowly pulled down the suit of his apparent lover, revealing a very defined, hairless body. Kallas had a tattoo that resembled a barcode on the back of his neck, just above his shoulders, which was barely visible with his long hair. As his suit descended further towards his waist, a tattoo appeared, a linear design running from his lower back up to the middle of his back, over his lower spine; they weren't colored, simply black on his whiter skin. The pale elf slid his arms out of his suit and rested them on Deis' neck as he gave him space to undress him a little more. A small glimmer caught his attention as he spotted a small crystal embedded into his hand. Initially he had thought that those had been in the suits, not in their hands. Deis looked up before they kissed once more, but didn't start making out as it seemed it was Kallas' turn. The same happened as Kallas undressed Deis slightly, revealing a toned body -- as to be expected of special forces, they weren't the fat type, not by a long shot. A peculiar tattoo was on his chest: in a similar fashion to the barcode on Kallas' neck, he had a QR code on his pectoral. It seemed impractical, but perhaps it was a version of the dogtags other men might wear. He watched on as the two returned to kissing, holding each other as if to feel the other's heat as they held each other tightly. Deis seemed to aim for a little less clothing on Kallas' body as his hands shifted down to reveal more skin. His hand then reached down into his lover's combat suit and revealed an already erect penis. Kallas' eyes glimmered as he felt Deis' touch. What on earth was with their eyes? Why were they glowing so brightly? Kallas repeated the same reveal that Deis had done for him. They moved closer to each other, now nearly chest to chest as they held each other passionately, making out with their eyes closed.
Everything was quiet; they didn't seem to need to talk to each other at all, as if they already knew exactly what the other would want and let them do. Deis' hand delicately caressed his lover's glowing ears before Kallas let out a small, audible moan. This was the first time either one of the duo had made a audible and clear noise; the previous noises were simply breaths or small moans, inaudible over the hum of the transport. Their exposed dicks pushed lightly against each other as they continued making out, messily, all for him to see. The two pulled away from each other slightly. Their eyes glimmered again as they sat and looked at each other. He was witnessing a scene that he would've never imagined, especially not after being captured. He couldn't get his eyes off of the two elves as they turned in their seats, shoulder touching shoulder. Their torsos were facing him, but their heads were still looking at each other. He was fully able to see them. Deis' hand gently moved down Kallas' chest, then over his abs, feeling the toned long-haired elf's body as another kiss fell onto Kallas' lips. They seemed to be preparing to go much further than he was ready to see, and while it wasn't something he had wanted to see, he had no choice. The restraints made it had for him to turn his head away.
The elves continued to play with each other, feeling up the other's body. They were both toned with a certain charm to them. They were not massive as some soldiers were, but clearly had more strength that they looked like they possessed. The pair seemed to be communicating in the silence. Maybe it was the length of their relationship? Regardless, the two began playing with the other more than before. Deis' hand bumped into Kallas' hand. The crystals on both of their hands seemed to glow with greater intensity, as if following heartbeat or the emotions they were feeling. They smiled before moving to what they had thought of doing, one's hand on the other's cock. They worked and fought in tandem, and it seemed they also took their romance and sex in tandem. Their hands were slowly, gently pleasuring the other's penis. They gazed into each other's eyes as their hands gently grasped and delicately moved up and down. It was a slow, intense movement, getting small, audible reactions from the duo. The moans were similar as they both pleasured each other. He watched on; he could close his eyes, but did he really want to? He was unsure whether to be disgusted by having to witness their love making or to be entranced by the undeniable appeal of their bodies and the love that they provided for one another. The stimulation of their hands made their dicks harden all the way as they were now fully together. Holding each other close, they returned to their messy kissing. The noise of their muffled moans seemed to not disturb their two comrades as his eyes peered over at them. They simply sat, not paying attention to the elven lovebirds. His attention was turned back, only to see them slowly move away from each other, saliva hanging between their lips, leaving them still connected before it broke and fell onto their bodies. The glimmering eyes continued as they returned to making out, slowly having increased the tempo of their vigorous stimulation, jerking each other off with seemingly perfect knowledge of how to please one another. Deis' hand would do a full motion before circling the head of Kallas' penis, rubbing the head delicately on each wrap around. Kallas' hand had a simpler, straight and slow path as he simply moved his hand up and down, with a grasping grip as he intensely stimulated the blonde elf. The glow of the crystals was like a pulse as it clearly changed based on their state--whether physical or mental, he couldn't tell. They didn't seem to aim for anything past that step. He couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't moved to any other position. They had only made out, then started this, but they had not seemed to aim for more. Was it because of him? The proximity of the two lover elves only made it more detailed, as if a display for him to see, but his presence was probably not the reason they didn't go further.
They continued to ignore him as their hands continued to stimulate the other, full of lust for one another. Kallas' pale cheeks were red and his mouth was slightly open as Deis continued to hit every spot for him. It seemed his pleasure was off the charts as his moans seemed to power through and break his silence. Deis was nearly the same; his cheeks were also slightly red as the pleasure was also reaching him, and he was letting out his own, slightly muffled moans. They were both completely into their romantic moment, his observing eyes seeming to not matter. Maybe they even made them feel even more turned on, but he didn't have a choice. They continued as the amount of noises their bodies made increased. The moans mixed and grew louder. Surely they had to be annoying the two others, he thought as he peered over to them . But they had barely changed or moved in reaction to the change in volume of the pair. Was this normal behavior for them? He looked back at them, now with more unanswered questions in his mind, whirling around as the pair continued. They seemed unaware, even ignorant of the world around them, completely absorbed in their mutual pleasuring as Deis leaned over and made Kallas kiss him. They began making out again, messily, driven by their carnal, lustful instincts. The moans increased again, as it seemed they would be near the end of their long path to pleasure. They moved away from their kiss, saliva again connecting them. Both their hands continued their vigorous pleasuring of the other's member.
Two simultaneous ropes of cum burst from their dicks, both finishing at the exact same time. It was nearly impressive as they were perfectly in sync, pushing each other perfectly to their peaks and coming down at the same time. He watched them pump each other as additional ropes of cum fired from their cocks. It was messy, very messy. Cum splattered onto their nearly naked bodies. The thick goo painted them as they leaned back, sweating, aroused bodies pushing back against the sides of the transporter. Kallas slowly let go of Deis' dick and slumped back completely. Deis leaned over as his hand moved to pull Kallas' head closer to him and then kissed him. How could the two elves not have reacted to their antics? They were touching each other a meter or two away from them. They had moaned when peaking very close to them. They reaction seemed completely insane, totally unphased by the two other soldiers as they finished, leaning against the side of the transporter. They seemed exhausted, breathing heavily and panting as drops of sweat slowly slid down their faces. They looked right through him as their eyes were lost, lost in the lust of tired minds. He realized the two other elves had been talking.
"Did you get injured recently?"
"No, I've been 're-training' for the last 4 duties. The company's new marksman programming is very effective."
They talked as if nothing was going on. Was this common? Seeing comrades doing such things? What type of training did they have to not react to this? He looked back to the two lustful, gay elves as they kissed again, licking the spilled semen from their faces.
"Listen up boys," The pilot turned from the front of the transporter, "ETA 15 minutes, get cleaned up and ready to unload the package. You know the routine, get to it." The four elves turned to the revealed pilot. He didn't have elven ears; it seemed he was human, unlike the four soldiers. They nodded before one of the unnamed soldiers tossed a pair of towels at the two lovers.
"We have to tidy up before landing, seems like right now is a good idea."
Kallas nodded wordlessly as he began cleaning up Deis, and Deis joined in on the cleaning, gently passing the towel over the gooey mess that was Kallas' chest. They kissed once more before standing up from their seats. He noticed that both of them had the QR scan tattoos on their chests. With further observation, he realized there were small differences. His previous idea seemed to be true, that the tattoo was a dog tag or registry of sorts. The elven lovers helped each other get dressed, feeling each other's bodies one last time as they finished getting ready.
The transporter lowered to the ground before he felt it land. The two gay elves stood from their spots, having lost their lustful attitude and regaining their earlier discipline. All evidence of the tryst he had just witnessed was gone as the back of the transporter opened. The two unnamed elves stood and lead them out as he was dragged once more, the same way they had done with him before. He took the time to look around as they had landed in a well developed base; perhaps a main base, and for a moment he felt honored that they would bring him here.. The engines stopped as the four soldiers and him set foot on solid ground. They saluted a human looking woman figure in a full military uniform, "Commander Gilba, the retrieval squad has collected the package," the pilot spoke.
"Follow me. As expected, they did their job," They followed her as she walked, arms behind her back, ahead of them. "Deis, Kallas, report to check-up in A23. I expect you two will be given a break for the next rounds of duties."
"Yes ma'am," the four elves said in unison. His eyes continued to look around, curiosity getting the best of him. He caught a door opening from a medical-looking sub-building as a commander left, and behind him, he spotted something that suggested why the two had been so unreactive to Deis' and Kallas' romantic moment in the back of the transporter. He briefly saw three elves along with a human medic. Two were talking together as the third was being observed. All three elves were entirely nude.
Was this was the reason the four man squad was oblivious to the nudity of two of their members, and unreactive to the actual sex that they had done in front of him? They were not made to react to the nudity of one another and making clothes for an army of improved elves would be expensive, so to dodge around the problem, they simply left themselves nude during their closed door interactions. This would also allow them to be easily scanned for the barcode on the back of their necks and the QR code on their chests. Was this a catalyst for the relationship between Deis and Kallas?
He was handed off to two other soldiers as Deis and Kallas saluted their commander and left, walking side by side. He kept his sight on them as a automatic door opened for them, knowing that they would soon disappear into the building. His eyes caught them in the final moment he could see them, hands moving onto one another, seeming to grope each other from behind. As the two new soldiers dragged him away, lead by the commander, his eyes couldn't help themselves but wander, looking to identify his new surroundings. A faintly untinted glass caught his attention. Peering through the glass, he could see four elves standing in front of a human officer. The officer was dressed in a perfectly ordinary uniform, while the group of elves stood at silent attention, unashamedly nude. What type of organization had captured him? He could only wonder...
