Melpomene
Pt. Three: Champagne and Roses
Hermann let out a huge yawn, another night of mindless patrolling. Not a damned pirate, thug, bandit in sight. The Shield Liger Mk-II tromped forward, the sun would have been out but it was cloudy and about to rain. O'Connell was still in the air in the Storm Sworder, Schubaltz and his rag-tag platoon was right behind them. They heard that Schubaltz was next in line to join the elite Red Guard, the Empire's special unit. Hermann yawned again, New Helic City was right in their sights. "We should be splitting off about now." Schubaltz stretched, bending backwards and moaning in relief when he heard a nice sounding pop. "But there's a few things we need to sort out in Helic City." "Whatever floats your boat, Colonel." Hermann smirked, then ran his fingers through his spiked blonde hair. "We should all get some sleep in our off time, this patrol was really tiring." "Sir...?" O'Connell interupted his commanding officer, a twinkle in his dark grey eyes. "Before you go to talk to the President... I-i would like to talk to you alone..." "What is it, O'Connell? Something wrong?" Letting out a small blush, the teal-haired major looked away from the comlink's screen. Hermann blinked, the second comlink opened up, revealing Schubaltz's pretty face. His cat-like green eyes and elegant smile told Hermann that he had something on his mind. "Go for it." "What the hell...? What are you talking about, Schubaltz?" "When a handsome young knaive is blushing after he wishes for your presence alone, it usually means something." "Keep your dainty nose out of this, Schubaltz!" "Do it." Thomas's voice was next to agg him on, Hermann covered his face in his hand and moaned. "At ease, you horndogs." Hermann barked at the comlinks, but he heard Leon's voice in his head. [Trust us.... you'll like it.] "Schubaltz, tell your bitch to get out of my head." "He's not my bitch." "Fuck-toy, sugar-daddy... whatever. Get him out of my head." The patrols reached the hangars of Helic City, Hermann was the first to get out, followed by the brothers and Leon. O'Connell landed the Storm Sworder and got out, he slowly approached Hermann. The Imperials wandered off into the city, leaving Hermann and O'Connell alone together. Hermann's finger pressed against O'Connell's lips, causing the teal-haired captain to suck on it passionately. With a sensual voice, Hermann invited O'Connell back to his room for some champagne. Before O'Connell could respond, the blonde colonel kissed his neck, under his chin. His lips opened in a long, drawn-out gasp. His fingers grasped Hermann's grey shirt tightly, his body pressed against Hermann's. O'Connell's eyelids fluttered shut, but Hermann pulled away, grinning. "That's only a taste of things to come." "Y-yes, Rob..." "My room.... 1900..." He walked off, smiling brightly and wantonly.
"He's going to get himself into big trouble." Leon guided the knight chess piece with telekinesis. "Not only will he endure Camford's wrath but also the Camford dynasty will sour in the eyes of the public." "No doubt." Karl thought carefully, then picked up a pawn to move one space. "The Republic has stringent rules about things like this. Not much different than the Empire's rules however." "Yes, but it's not just that." Leon pushed a rook to take out the white knight. "Camford is homophobic..." "That sucks." "What do we do?" Karl looked up at the cerulean-haired Major with a worried look in his green eyes. "Can't really do much, Karl." Leon frowned, then handed the effeminate colonel the white knight piece. "Except watch and collect Hermann and O'Connell when they fall." Karl held the chess piece in his slender fingers, then close to his lips. His feline-like green eyes narrowed sorrowfully, his lips purses softly. Leon reached forward and touched Karl's cheek with his fingers, in his other hand was the black knight chess piece. Leon's thumb brushed lightly over Karl's lips, making them pucker slightly and Karl's eyelids flutter shut. Silently whispering something to Karl, Leon leaned forward and kissed the blonde cutey on the lips.
The door opened, and slowly O'Connell crept in. The room was barely lit, and there was a bottle of champagne on the table. By the bottle was two crystal glasses and a bowl of strawberries. Slowly and quietly closing the door, O'Connell's excitement rose. He turned around as the bathroom door opened and in just a towel around his waist, was Hermann. His hair was not in the Guile-esque hairstyle, his muscular, well-chiseled body was still glistening with beads of water from the shower. O'Connell slid his hand on his other arm, his eyes taking in the muscular man that stood before him. Hermann sat on the bed, then patted beside it, the teal-haired beauty sat beside him and blushed more. Hermann's fingertips touched O'Connell's cheek, he kissed him firmly and passionately. Hermann pushed O'Connell on the bed, his hands unbuttoning O'Connell's uniform as they kissed each other. Their tongues wrestled the other's, Hermann finished unbuttoning O'Connell's uniform. O'Connell's dark grey eyes fluttered open as Hermann's fingers played with and pinched his dark pink nipple. The blonde colonel nibbled playfully on O'Connell's earlobe as his hands closed in on O'Connell's pants. The teal-haired major was definately pitching a tent in his pants and it was pressing against Hermann's thigh. Also Hermann's erection was pressed against O'Connell's thigh, causing him to blush deeply. O'Connell's breaths were heavy and drawn, the blonde's lips caressed the heated skin of O'Connell's neck. With a quick pull, Hermann's towel went flying onto the bed. Soon, O'Connell's pants followed suit, O'Connell's thick legs wrapped around Hermann's waist. His arms wrapped around Hermann's thick neck, O'Connell's head tipped back against the bed. "Let me know if I hurt ya... don't wanna hurt you on our second fuck." Hermann grinned, his lips caressed O'Connell's chin. "You won't." "Good, glad to hear it, soldier." Hermann eased his dick in O'Connell's opening, causing the teal-haired major to tip his head all the way back against the bed and his eyes open wide. Stars danced in his vision as Hermann's thrusting rocked his body. O'Connell moaned in pain and in pleasure, his fingernails dug right into the skin on Hermann's back. His right foot brushed against Hermann's muscular leg, O'Connell licked his lips at his moaned his pleasure. Soon to come out of his mouth was loud gasps and Hermann's first name. "Right there, Rob!! Right there!! Do me!! Fuck me!!!" "You got it." Hermann went faster, a grin on his lips but replaced with a laboring snarl. Sweat poured down their bodies, O'Connell's gasps soon turned into screams and cries of pure, carnel lust. Hermann gave O'Connell a few firm thrusts before O'Connell's semen splashed on Hermann's flat, washboard stomach. Huffing with exhaustion and satisfaction, Hermann rolled onto the bed and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. O'Connell lied there with his legs spreadeagle and his head back against the bed. His erection eased back, Hermann rolled around so he was half on O'Connell, half off. With dreamy dark grey eyes, he gazed lovingly at his commanding officer. "You're quite the screamer, that could be a problem." "Can't help it. You make me feel so good." "Oh yeah, baby... you know I do." They kissed deeply, their tongues touching lightly.
"Hermann is back?" Camford sat up from her seat, smiling sweetly. "How lovely. How did he fair against patrol duty?" "He faired rather well, ma'am." Karl responded, his expression kind of grim. "But in some instances, he was a handful." "I ensure that you're doing your job playing babysitter." Camford nodded, she saw the look in Schubaltz's eyes. "Something wrong, Colonel Schubaltz?" "Nothing, long night, that's all." "Alright." She nodded, then yawned. "We all could use a good night's sleep. Report to me first thing in the morning." "Yes, ma'am." Schubaltz saluted and walked out of the room. Camford's lavender eyes narrowed slightly, she turned toward her advisor. "Are you certain you saw them kissing in the hallway?" "Yes, madam." "Either it's not true or Schubaltz is hiding something. But Schubaltz wouldn't lie."
...or would he?
-Continued-