Author's Note: Howdy ya'll! Here's the second installation of that story thing I'm doing, again, just a little more...risque, but I think the next chapter will be the last one and boooyyyyy what a treat that'll be, I hope.
You know nothing belongs to me.
Simmons had made his way to the cave in the early evening after Sarge had yelled at Grif to go out to the post and Grif had violently refused.
"Well, Simmons, I guess that means yer goin' out there. Probly fer the better anyway, Grif probly woulda' fucked it up." Simmons recollected his CO's orders.
"But Sarge," he had said, "How in God's name could he mess up? You're sending me to spy on their base for no reason. They're just over there, standing and talking. That's all they ever do! They just stand around and talk and then when nightfall hits, they're going to go inside and leave someone on patrol who will probably just stand there and talk to themselves."
"Simmons, that's enuff frum you. Git out there and spy on 'em."
"Yes, sir." Simmons had reluctantly said before he grabbed his sniper rifle and made his way to the high entrance of the cove.
He had been out there since the sun was getting close to setting and he was right. At this point he had made his way through the same children's song with at least 10 different endings, at least 47 times. "Have you ever seen a whale with a polka-dotted tale..." To say the least, nothing had happened thus far. Just the blues, standing around and talking. Why didn't anything ever happen in this war? He should be out fighting aliens along side Master Chief, and instead he was stuck in a box canyon with no actual objective to follow.
"I signed up to kill aliens, not to watch a bunch of blue fucks jerking off" he grumbled to himself.
Shortly after his comment, two blues walked out of the base. One standard issue blue and the other...teal? It seemed a little feminine, but obviously not as bad as Donut's lightish red armor. Zooming in, he found that of course, the two were just standing and talking, well bickering maybe. The teal soldier's body movements made it seem as though they were blatantly annoyed while the rookie's arms waved about as though he was telling something incredibly exciting.
Suddenly, there was a flicker of movement at the corner of the scope's view.
Quickly repositioning himself, he searched for the source and found a cobalt colored soldier exiting at the back entrance of the base. The soldier seemed to be...sneaking out? If he remembered correctly, that was their CO and what reason would he have for sneaking around? It didn't make any sense. The scope zoomed closer in and Simmons gave all of his attention to the CO.
"What are you up to..." Simmons murmured and watched intently as the blue made his way to a mostly secluded corner of the canyon. From any other location, he would have been impossible to see, but from the cliff's vantage point he had a direct view of the blue's every movement. Simmons watched as the blue set down his assault rifle and looked conspicuously back and forth before reaching up to remove his helmet.
'I could kill him right now...' Simmons mulled the thought over in his head. He could kill their CO right now, and from the looks of the way the other blue interacted, they wouldn't stand a chance on their own. In fact, they would probably tear each other apart and save the reds the time and the effort of killing them. He could win the war right now and go home a war hero with honors. Or at the very least, they may let him fight in some real battles. It was a terribly tempting idea to say the least.
Simmons hit the zoom one last time, aiming for a perfect head shot as the helmet unlatched and was removed. However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, he caught site of the man's face and found that his hands had froze. The soldier was looking directly at him. Well, he knew that it was unlikely, if not impossible for the blue to see him in his sniper nest, but nevertheless, through the scope a set of blue eyes were looking straight at him. Simmons lowered his gun for a moment and took a deep breath. He had to do this, for the reds...But could he really kill a man after looking straight into his eyes?
Raising the sniper once again, he aimed for the blue, but was completely disorientated when he was greeted with the site of the cobalt soldier removing the plating of his lower armor.
He lowered the rifle again, this time unsure if he wanted to look back through. Once he gathered his thoughts, Simmons raised the rifle and focused back on the bickering blue and teal soldier. He watched for a moment as the teal one clenched his fists, but the regulation blue one seemed entirely unaware of the level of annoyance he was causing his teammate. It really wasn't anything different than what he had been watching a little earlier in the evening. By now the sun was halfway through setting and a reddish orange glow was engulfing the canyon. Nightfall would hit soon and the blues would go back into their base to sleep for the night...all of them.
Simmons hesitantly moved the sniper to aim at the secluded corner once again, this time to be met by the site of the black haired male stroking his erect member. Instead of looking away though, like he had several times before this moment, he held his position as the rifle began to shake in his hands. Was he gay? He didn't think so...but he didn't remember the last time he had seen anything remotely sexual, and there was something entrancing about it, and something terribly taboo about sitting on a cliff and watching it in secret without his subject knowing.
He bit hard down on his lip as he watched the CO wrap his fingers around his shaft and begin to administer slow but deliberate tugs. The soldier had barely pulled down his under armor, and most of his outer armor was still on. He had removed just enough so that he could perform his task at hand, nothing more. Simmons watched as the man's face contorted with pleasure and felt his own erection begin to push against his armor. His breathing staggered as he continued to watch the blue jack himself off, each motion of his hand becoming rougher and deteriorating in rhythm.
"A little faster..." Simmons whispered hoarsely to himself, finding himself mentally trapped by the blue's movements.
Simmons' pulse hammered in his chest as the cobalt soldier pumped his hand faster and faster. The soldier's back started to fall against the rock behind him as his held tilted back towards the sky, eyes closed and faced scrunched up in pleasure. His jaw began to fall slack as he seemed about ready to yell out in ecstasy and his free hand reached down to fondle his girth.
Just as he thought the cobalt soldier was ready to finish, he saw another flicker out of the corner of the scope. "Shit." He turned his rifle to look in the direction of the movement and found the other blues making their way in the CO's direction. Their heads turned back and forth, both obviously looking for their commander. Turning the sniper back to the hidden soldier, he found the man leaning against the rock, obviously already finished and recovering. "GOD DAMNIT." Simmons yelled inside his helmet, aggravated beyond reason that he had missed the man finishing. "Fucking cockbiting..." he shifted back to the blues and realized they were still heading in Church's direction. Undoubtedly they would find their leader in this incriminating situation and then never again would the solider be found doing his deed in that far end of the canyon.
"Quick. Quick think think think..." Simmons hurriedly rushed his thoughts as the blues came ever nearer to the exposed CO.
"!" The red panicked and without thinking pointed up into the sky and fired his sniper.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" Tucker yelled from below. Immediately falling to the ground and putting his hands over his head.
"Maybe it was Church." Caboose added, still standing dumbly out in the open.
From his hidden location, Church startled and his eyes shot open. His relaxed posture went straight and he hastily pulled up his under armor and replaced the outer plating.
"What in god's name...Caboose..." Church scowled as he picked up his gun and replaced his helmet. Walking out from behind the rock, he was greet by his comrades. "Which one of you dickshitters fired that fucking gun?" Church said over their radios.
"What, we thought it was you." Caboose replied.
"That wasn't you?" came a baffled Tucker.
"Not that wasn't me...No one was hit though? Those god damn reds. Dumbest pieces of shit..." Church rambled off for a moment before the last ray of the setting sun almost blinded him through his visor. From the looks of it and his knowledge of the sun setting, it was a little after 2200 and time for the team to get some sleep.
"Well anyway..." the teal soldier trailed off for a moment as he stood up and repositioned his gun comfortable in his hands. "Who's on patrol tonight?" his voice seemed to lend to the idea of not wanting to do it in the slightest. "I mean, I did go on patrol LAST night, so I obviously shouldn't have to tonight, that would be fucked up."
Church let out a heavy sigh. "Alright Tucker, damnit, just go to bed."
His eyes warily turned towards the other blue. "Caboose, you're on patrol tonight, and please. Please for the love of God don't fuck anything up." He paused for a moment. "Caboose, I don't want anyone, I repeat, ANYONE, coming in to this base. Do you hear me? CABOOSE!"
"Oh! Yes sir! I'm sorry, there was something glittery in the cave."
"Great, great. Look Caboose I really need you to― Wait, what was that?"
"Something glittery Church! Do you think it's a present! I love presents. One time my great step aunt twice removed but then remarried into the family through my third cousin on my mother's side, once gave me a―"
"Caboose, shut up. You stay here, guard the base, and I mean actually guard it. I'm going to go check out the cave. Those dick-kissing reds are up to something."
"You got it sir, no one is getting into this base!"
Is he...Simmons looked through the scope again. "Oh fuck..." It was obvious that with the sun setting and with the oversized alien moon coming out, his armor must have given him away because the regulation blue soldier was looking straight in his direction, and then the cobalt soldier turned and did the same. "Shit shit shit on a stick..." Simmons spurted out and contemplated what to do. His mind was quickly made up though as soon as he saw the CO turn and begin to head in his direction. Without hesitation, he turned and began to run into the cave, leaving his helmet behind on the ground.
During the course of his retreat deeper into the cave, Simmons lost his direction. In the darkness he must have missed a turn somewhere because he reached a point in which he had not the slightest clue where he was going. Too scared to backtrack in fear of running face to face into the blue, he continued on and tried to find a tunnel that may lead him back to his own base. Simmons had managed to strip off most of his armor during the trek, even going as far as to leave his sniper rifle behind. The cave was hot and stuffy, or maybe he was just having a panic attack of sorts. Either way the farther he went, the more almost...claustrophobic he felt and he compensated by removing more and more armor, trying to cool himself down. The man even reached a point in which his sniper and his assault rifle were just so damn heavy, he had to put the sniper down to try and conserve his energy because carrying the two was just too exhausting.
Eventually, Simmons felt that he was far enough in the cave to take a breather. He had ran for what felt like forever, and he'd been walking even longer. If the blue was looking for him, he would have long ago given up on his search.
His back pressed itself against the cool rock that made up the wall of the cave and he let himself just breathe for a few moments. Today had been too strange and too hectic for him. His heart felt like it was going to explode, and not just from the physical exertion. No, the entire time while he had been running and walking into the darkness, he had the image of the cobalt soldier burning in his mind.
End Note: Enjoyable? I hope. Be prepared for some...lemony things in the next chapter ooooooof
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