Disclaimer: Don't own, or I would be rich and the movie would turn out VERY differently.
Author's notes: I admit, even I think I am twisted for writing this.
In the dark, everything is possible.
He didn't get it. He was practically raised in the army. It had never occurred to him that one day he might feel attracted to one of the other soldiers. He had refused to believe it for a long time, but seeing the very graceful and feminine body and the beautiful face every day had made him have dreams that woke him panting and hard. He did not remember any of the dreams, only knew that the voice of the young soldier made him breathless with desire and made him want to reach out and pull him in his arms.
He was beautiful in the way only a woman could be. His skin looked soft and perfect, his lips full and very much the only thing he wanted to taste for a while. He was not experienced with other males since he never had thought of it, but soon the dreams had turned to something more.
It had been a month before any of the soldiers had been trained enough so survive. It wasn't long after that that he had noticed him for his beauty and fidelity. That was when the alone times he had in his tent became even more cherished to him than the rest. Those were the times when he could relax, close his eyes and pretend that the hand around him was smaller, thinner, belonged to another. He could pretend that the pangs of breath in the air were not only his own. He saw every detail of that beloved face when he closed his eyes. These times were when he could pretend things were different, and that he had a chance at happiness, even though he knew it could never be.
A silent moan and an arch of his back is how his fantasy always finished. A name, whispered through his lips, "Ping," leaving him feeling more alone and desperate than each time before.