Hello! Sorry that this has been a while. But school calls. Anyway, Baird realizes that he's in an endless cycle and spiraling out of control because of Marcus. So what's he going to do?

~*~*~ Chapter 5: Exposed Secrets ~*~*~

The silence was deafening.

Nothing seemed to move outside of Baird's room. The crickets weren't even chirping. It usually meant that there were grubs incoming if they were inland. Now, Baird was sure that they were listening in on his thoughts somehow.

He wouldn't have normally noticed how quiet it was if he didn't have this man next to him. It was uncomfortable.

Baird laid still, staring up at the ceiling of his small room as the behemoth slept. Marcus hadn't ever spent the night at Baird's and had only done it once during his continuous courtship with Anya. But he was forced to stay in his room for the night.

The reason?

After the sex, Marcus had gotten dressed as he did and Baird ignored him like usual, spouting off at the mouth to tell him to get the hell out. Marcus only grunted and had continued to get dressed in silence.

Baird was feeling like he had been recently: used. He had watched Marcus button his trousers and pull on his shirt, feeling dirty and having a little less self-respect for himself than before. Yet no sooner had Marcus opened the door when he immediately shut it again.

Baird had looked towards him with somewhat curious eyes. "What?" He had asked curtly, wondering what he had seen.

Marcus' fingers were still on the knob, but they seemed to be gripping it. He was staring down at them, his body frozen.

Baird had thought he hadn't heard him and was going to tell him to immobilize himself due to a sudden dose of stupidity elsewhere when he spoke.

It was so quiet and almost regretfully said. "Anya."

Now they both lay on an old mattress that couldn't truly do justice for two large men. And Anya was on patrol for the whole night.

Just Baird's luck.

He drifted out of his thoughts when he realized all he heard was the soft whirring of the ceiling fan. He couldn't hear hallowed breaths that normally meant someone was sleeping...

He tried to turn on his side and ended up hitting something, making Marcus growl in the darkness.

"You could get on the floor you know." He said without apologizing. "Since it's all your fault."

It was true. Every bit of it was. If Marcus hadn't come over, Baird would be sleeping now instead of lying awake in misery.

If Marcus hadn't treated Baird as if he was just something to be used so that he could fulfill his desires, Baird wouldn't be feeling a whirlwind of emotions.

If Marcus hadn't reacted to Baird's sensitive penis in the shower at Jacinto, none of this would have happened.

And Baird was now regretting every bit of it.

He was tired of hiding and sneaking around Anya. He was sick of only being at Marcus' beck and call when he couldn't get the man to comply if Baird needed a quickie. And he was done with feeling all of the feelings that weren't even supposed to exist in a purely sexual relationship.

He was glad that Marcus didn't take the insulting bait. Marcus just shifted on his back and Baird pressed himself towards the wall to keep from touching him. It was embarrassing. He was still naked with Marcus' cum on him. He didn't want to feel any more disgusted with himself and hoped that Marcus forgot that he was naked.

Those feelings—the embarrassment, the shame, the pain—made him decide that he was officially done with the relationship.

It was over. No matter what Baird tried to do in order to curb Marcus' affection, he was the one that was falling. He wasn't able to get between Marcus and Anya. He wasn't able to refrain from catching feelings and wanting him. And soon, he would be unable to get away from Marcus if he didn't end this relationship.

It was caustic. It was dangerous. And it was inevitable. He needed to get out.

Baird hadn't slept well the night before and he looked it. He stared at himself in the mirror that was visible behind the bar. He couldn't even recognize the man with dark circles and a tired look on his face. Who was he? Why was it so hard to remember how he was pre-Marcus?

He didn't even remember when he had fallen asleep. But he did remember that when he had awakened, Marcus had still been beside him. The man usually had nightmares and they usually woke people. How was he able to keep them under control for the night? He had been sleeping soundly when Baird had looked upon him.

He shook his head to relieve himself from the miserable thoughts that the night brought upon him.

He wanted to be over Marcus.

He needed to be over Marcus. Badly.

And he needed to reclaim his sanity. He needed to not give a fuck. But first he needed a drink.

Baird looked over towards the waitress who was busy with another Gear. The inevitable wait forced him to take notice of the thoughts that were pushing to the forefront of his mind.

The truth was Baird wanted to keep fucking him, he really did. But not at the cost of him foolishly falling for a man that would never return his feelings. Not at the cost of him being extremely hurt. And he was glad that things were put into perspective to him last night when he realized that his feelings wouldn't ever be returned.

Baird knew what he wanted now when he hadn't before. He wanted to be left alone. Because feeling for others hurt way too much, especially when the feelings weren't being reciprocated.

He couldn't ask Marcus, the man who devoted fifteen years of his life to a woman, to suddenly become his and his alone.

He couldn't ask him to keep screwing him either, since it would only be harder for Baird to let him go.

He wanted to cut his losses and return to the cynical arrogant asshole that everyone knew him for, instead of the lovestruck sap that he was becoming.

And yes, he admitted it. He was in love with Marcus. It became evident when he saw the man standing in shame, holding the knob, not being able to go out due to the fact that his woman was outside of the door.

It frightened him as well as hurt him deeply, to see the man he was in love with pine after someone that wasn't him and to realize that he felt the way he did. He was never going to get Marcus to feel the same way about him, so why would he keep entertaining him in hopes that he would?

Baird clenched his jaw hard to keep from letting out any noise. His heart felt as if it was physically ripping. If he drew breath, he knew it would come out as an anguished sigh. His stomach was telling him that he was going to vomit...

A bottle of whiskey was set down in front of him, giving him a jolt. The pretty blonde barmaid smiled down at him. He'd been in here so many times the past few months that she already knew what he wanted. "Anything else?" She asked as always.

He forced a smile to the barmaid. He had never remembered her name even though he had fixed her cooling system for her.

"Not at the moment, no." He said and she headed off to take care of another order, but not before giving him another warm smile. Eyes following her, an idea began to seep into his thoughts.

Maybe...maybe a night off was what he needed. Maybe he needed to satisfy himself with a woman to get rid of all of the thoughts that had been running in his head about Marcus. If it hadn't have been for the lack of women, Baird wouldn't have considered men.

Besides, some women could dominate a man. And since he's been in the bar plenty of times, she probably thought that he was somewhat interested in her. Not a lie, but not the complete truth either. So maybe...maybe he'd get over Marcus.

The more pulls he took from the beer, the more confidence he had that his idea was full proof. He even let her catch him staring at her a few times at which she smiled and winked.

He was in for sure.

Baird was beginning his third one when someone sat down next to him.

"Some things never change." He let out a snort of disgust as Sam tried to get the attention of the barmaid.

"Yeah." He sighed. "You're still annoying."

Baird had been glad to be drinking at the bar alone. He was beginning to gather his old self that he had lost. So much of his dignity had been swept away when he had began to secretly sleep with Marcus. But it couldn't be done with Sam bothering him.

"And you're a thirty-five year old baby."

"Thirty-four."

"You didn't deny it."

"I don't have time to help you raise your I.Q. Damn near impossible anyway." He looked at her out of the corner of her eyes as she graciously thanked the tavern hostess and sipped at her mug of dark liquor.

She pushed a bowl of nuts his way. "Eat."

He scrunched his nose. "Do you know how many people dip their dirty fingers in there? How much bacteria—"

"You need to eat something. Marcus wouldn't quite like it if you got sick again." He perked up at the mention of Marcus. "Nor Hoffman either." she seemed to add, as if it was an afterthought.

Baird was wary whenever Sam talked about Marcus. Ever since she had made the "cock" comment, he didn't completely trust her with any information about him. But it could just be his constant paranoia.

"What's your point?" He said, his teeth slightly clenched together.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "No need to get pissy with me." She snapped. "I was told that Marcus was looking for you. He had something for you to look at. He should be at the Admiralty House. Ungrateful arse." She finished, before picking up her mug and heading towards a table.

He watched her in the mirror. Why wouldn't Marcus come find him himself? It wasn't like him to send someone else with a burden that he could easily undertake. And what did he need for Baird to check? He had the disc from Hoffman that he hadn't cracked yet. What else could it be?

Unless...unless if he wanted to do a quickie? As soon as the thought entered him, his stomach began to flutter. And his heart immediately sank with the realization that he couldn't deny any longer.

His thoughts about the man gave away how he truly felt. No matter if he banged the barmaid, he knew that he wouldn't be able to forget about him. Which left only one thing to do...

Dusk had washed over Pelruan as Baird waited for Marcus in his room. He wondered what he wanted with him.

He had went to the Admiralty House, but Marcus was on patrol at the time. By the time he would have returned, Baird would have had to be on patrol.

So he decided to wait for him in his room after he finished his rounds with Cole. Fortunately, Cole wasn't as observant at Baird's distressed state.

To access his Sergeant's room without anyone seeing was a hard feat for Baird to achieve. People were constantly in the halls and it was obvious that he didn't belong there. The genius machine guru lounging about in an area of the barracks? How odd.

He had to make up lies about looking for Perry and his stolen mechanical trinkets. When it was clear, he simply slipped inside. He was surprised that Marcus hadn't locked his door. The man was usually more careful. Then again, what would be worth of value to take from a grunt in the COG forces?

Baird then settled himself onto the bed, the Lancer leaned against the dresser, and waited for the beast to make it into his room, wanting to ask him what the hell that he wanted.

It wasn't long before his eyes flicked over to the door when he heard sounds outside of it. The knob turned and a large man illuminated the doorway.

His cerulean blue eyes seemed to flicker with surprise when he saw Baird, his fingers seeming to tighten on the handle of the Lancer. "What the hell are you doing here?" His voice hinted that he was pissed off.

"I was told that I was to meet you."

"In my fucking room?"

Baird stood quickly. "Hey! I didn't want to come see your ass, alright!" He let out angrily. "If you're worried about if anyone fucking saw me, they didn't!"

Marcus threw the door behind him with a loud slam. He stepped to Baird, a few inches taller so that he had to look down at him. His eyes flickered with animosity as it stared into Baird's sky blues.

"I could have shot you." He said through gritted teeth. Baird could see, in his peripherals, Marcus holding his Lancer.

He hadn't thought about that. Yet, there was no need for the man to be so hostile with him.

"I was told that you wanted to see me." Baird had to look away as he felt his body begin to turn pink. "I need to talk to you anyway." He said changing the subject.

He waited a few minutes and realized that Marcus wasn't going to move. He was waiting... Baird closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm done." he said as Marcus took off his armor and gloves, setting his gun against the wall.

The words lingered on the air for awhile it seemed. He didn't know if Marcus was expecting an explanation from Baird. He didn't know if Marcus' silence meant that he accepted what Baird had said. He didn't even know if Marcus had even heard him. He was becoming confused. But everything was confusing when it involved Marcus.

"What?" Baird stopped looking at his gloves to look into the man's eyes once more.

His voice, ever so soft, deep and timbre, barely reached Baird's ears. There was no emotion. No want of elaboration of his words. Just a simple confirmation, to Baird, that Marcus wanted Baird to clarify what he had said.

Surprised at how calm his voice was when his was filled with a turbulence of feelings that he was trying hard to suppress, Baird said, "I think we should stop...stop this. Whatever this is."

He was planning on saying more but the words stuck in his throat. And if he forced them out, he knew that all of his feelings would come rushing out.

He couldn't reveal this to Marcus. It would embarrass them both. And he wouldn't be able to work with the man then. Which would mean no more Cole. He wasn't even sure if he could work with him now.

Baird's eyes stayed on Marcus as he went over to his bed and sat down upon it. He set his gun against the night table and began to take off his boots.

"I kind of guessed." was all he said.

Baird's mouth slackened as a dumbfounded expression crossed his face. What did he mean he had guessed? Baird had done nothing that would have even made anyone think that it would have been him ending their relationship. He had always been anxious, awaiting the day when Marcus would profess to have too much guilt from cheating that he couldn't continue.

Or for the man to stop visiting him as he had before.

His thoughts were still reeling when Marcus looked up at him. They stared at each other for a few moments before he said nonchalantly, "You're still here?"

Something broke within Baird. He suddenly found himself bent over Marcus, inches from his face.

"I'm not fucking finished!" He said loudly. "Don't dismiss me!"

Marcus didn't blink. "Watch who you're fucking talking to." He slowly said with a growl and a hint of malice. "What do you want? One last fuck?"

Baird didn't move his eyes away from Marcus' this time. He was agitated that the man could read him so easily and too proud to admit it, but that's what he wanted. One last fuck, no holds barred, and then to part ways forever. His fists clenched as he held his ground before the beastly man.

"That's what you want." It wasn't a question. And Baird didn't give him an answer. He didn't say anything or respond in any way until he felt those hard lips press against his.

Baird could feel himself reverting back to how he was with Marcus: wanting to be enjoyed by him, enjoy him, and be near him. Nothing else. It was a high for him, even though the low-the inevitable end that would bring the feelings that Marcus had used him once again-would be hard on him.

"That's what you want." He repeated, lips brushing against Baird. His tone was a bit softer which made Baird respond with a slight nod, eyes revealing his hunger for Marcus' swollen flesh.

As soon as Baird's lips parted, he felt Marcus force his tongue inside causing an involuntary moan to leave him. He pushed himself against him in reaction to it. He felt an arm around his waist pulling him closer as Marcus laid on the bed.

Baird laid on top of him, beginning to slowly move his body against him. He could faintly hear their ammo belts klink together. He was more focused on both of their hardening cocks and Marcus sucking the breath out of his body, his tongue roughly twirling about Baird's own.

Something was different about Marcus. That much Baird knew as the older man began to loosen the belt, unzip his pants, and pull out Baird's cock, throwing the belt on the floor. He was a bit more aggressive than before.

Baird sat up, trying to catch his breath, as Marcus slowly pulled at his cock, watching him. Baird said nothing as he pulled off his gloves and shirt, throwing it aside, remembering that this man was the man that he hated but loved all the same. The same Sergeant that he hated paying attention to, but the lover he never wanted to give up.

Marcus let go of his cock which let Baird play with it while he took of his own shirt. Baird had to make sure to take a good look since he wouldn't be able to soon.

He loved his pecs. They were riddled with hair that seemed to get a little thicker as his happy trail led beneath the trousers that Baird was loosening. Baird tossed the belt behind him and then put his fingers around Marcus' hot swollen cock.

Fuck. This man...he was already oozing...

Baird placed both cocks in one hand and began to stroke them both, his body heating up. He swiped a finger to catch some of Marcus' dribble and, with only a momentary hesitation thinking about the risk, began to lick his finger.

His eyes slightly widened. It was bitter. And a little salty. But...it wasn't bad. It was something that he could get used to...but he wouldn't ever get that chance.

He looked down at Marcus who was staring up at him. The same expression on his face that seemed to show that he felt nothing. His eyes were the secret. And they looked feral...

Marcus put his hands on Baird's waist. His hands traveled south to grab the cheeks of his ass and then push down his trousers. Baird leaned over him, stroking them both faster as he managed to kick off his pants. He raised himself to his knees so Marcus could do the same.

Marcus then gently pulled away from him so that he could lie at the head of the bed, which surprised Baird. Marcus wasn't ever gentle nor would he ever go from extremely aggressive to soft in a quick manner.

His eyes seemed to drink in Baird's hairless form, as if he hadn't ever saw him before, and his uncut cock that was hard as a rock. It made him blush with slight embarrassment.

He looked over Marcus' perfect body, from his beefy arms, hairy chest and the happy trail that led down to his plump member that was waiting to invade him. And oh how badly did Baird want it.

But what did he want? Certainly, he didn't want Baird to fuck him? Right? A shockwave of excitement shot through him. That would be a treat for ending their relationship. Anya wouldn't be able to say that she'd done that.

"What are you waiting for?" Marcus whispered, still staring at him.

"I-I don't know." He confessed.

Was that a smile that played on his lips? "Are you a woman? Would you like me to tell you what to do?"

The asshole always did know how to push his buttons. With a scowl and his heart beating uncontrollably, he approached Marcus. He watched him spread his legs. Best not to assume...

He carefully swung a leg over Marcus' head, knees settled on either side of his head. He was facing the door and as he chanced a glance at it, it made him realize that he wouldn't ever see it again.

It was going to be their last fuck. He wanted to make sure that he enjoyed it. And what Baird would enjoy now would be to suck off Marcus while the man was doing the same to him. There was no need to be modest. Baird wanted to be fucked, not doing the fucking.

He brought his mouth over the hot thick head of Marcus' cock, immediately flicking his tongue against it. He hadn't tasted it in so long that he was eagerly bobbing his head on it. As he began to put more of Marcus in his mouth, he could feel Marcus swallowing his cock whole.

Baird didn't want to admit it, but he had been practicing. Whenever he came upon an item like a banana or cucumber, he'd take it to try and overcome his gag reflex in private. But he could only still swallow half of Marcus.

It didn't matter though. This was going to be the last time he'd do this.

He could feel his cock going down Marcus' throat as Marcus filled his whole mouth. The man hadn't gagged once and was blowing him like a pro. It made Baird envious and a bit unsettled. He wanted to be able to hold all of Marcus in his mouth, but he couldn't. How Marcus was able to do it made his heart twinge.

Baird knew he wasn't the first man that Marcus had fucked. The man had stated it in Jacinto. How many men did he have to blow to perfect his technique?

He swirled his tongue around Marcus' shaft as his cock moved from Marcus' mouth, dripping pre-cum onto his chin. He was firmly stroking the cock and moaning pleasurably when he felt the oddest tingle near his bumhole, his hairs being tickled.

He ignored it, since if felt good, licking up and down Marcus's shaft, but it didn't take him long to realize what it was.

"Hey!" Baird yelped, the cock falling from his mouth as he looked behind him. He tried to pull away but Marcus had a hard grip on his ass and hips. Baird couldn't see, but he could definitely feel Marcus' plunging his tongue inside of him.

It felt fucking good. His nerves were being stimulated and he wasn't able to think of the possible risk that Marcus could be getting himself into.

He didn't stifle his moans though. This was going to be the last time that they would be together, so he wanted to make it clear, no matter how it might embarrass Marcus, that he wasn't holding back.

Fuck did the man know how to make him feel good.

"Ugh." Marcus had suddenly turned Baird over, having him lie on his back. Baird didn't know what was happening until Marcus' face came into his view.

There is no reason to not do anything impulsive, Baird thought. It's not as if we will be able to do it ever again.

With that thought, Baird opened his legs a bit wider. He grabbed Marcus' face with both hands and brought it closer to him. An amused sneer passed on his face as he watched a confused look fill Marcus' eye, his mouth slightly open. Baird lifted his head to meet Marcus' and gave him a passionate open-mouthed kiss.

He didn't expect anything in return. He didn't even want anything. But it made him spill a bit more when he felt Marcus' tongue cooperate with his. The thought that Marcus was kissing Baird after he had tasted his ass excited him.

Marcus put his body on Baird's, making him lie down without breaking the kiss, his body hair tickling Baird's bare body. Baird brought his knees up as he slowly put his arms around his neck, feeling Marcus lining up his cock with his pink hole, rubbing against it, sometimes prodding it.

When they both broke apart for breath, their eyes connected. Both of their eyes were still on each other when Marcus began to push his cock against his ass. Baird gasped as he felt the head of the cock slip past his tender ring and become swallowed by his body.

A loud moan escaped his lips as Marcus began to slowly pull himself out of him and then push himself in more. Baird's muscles were clamping down on Marcus' cock, which felt like it was barely able to fit inside of him.

A slow rhythm they both found, and as their bodies slowly ground against each other, arms embracing one another, kissing passionately, a feeling of happiness flooded through Baird and a rush of sorrow as well.

This wasn't sex anymore to Baird. This was him making-love to Marcus. And all he wanted was to do it once so that he could savor the taste of Marcus. Anya wouldn't be the only one that would have experienced Marcus' tender loving.

He brought his legs up to Marcus' back, linking his ankles so that Marcus would be able to thrust deeper inside of him. He felt his something warm dripping inside of him which made him moan louder.

His eyes were filled with lust and ecstasy and he could see Marcus' was as well. His hard grunts made Baird reach a hand down to his cock and stroke himself. He wasn't going to make it to the end with Marcus acting like that.

"Marcus."

Baird's mind was numb with pleasure that he hadn't realized what had slipped out from his mouth. He was in an erotic daze, his eyes closed, biting his lower lip. He curled his fingers into the sheets and began to beat himself harder as he felt Marcus' forceful thrusts, jamming his cock hard into Baird.

Now he could hear a voice in his ear. He heard other sounds as well but he couldn't make them out. All that mattered was the soft voice in his ear...

He couldn't even figure out the words at first. He just kept repeating Marcus' names in a mantra, feeling the pressure building inside of him, wanting release. Soon, all that he could do was scream when Marcus found a particular sweet spot and began to piston him mercilessly.

"Oh...Damon..."

He had to only hear it once and that was enough. With a loud cry, Baird came in a fury of streams. The creamy fluid spilled all over his hand and his stomach, which Marcus was furiously rubbing against.

The older man hadn't let up. He was still pounding his cock against Baird's ass. Baird gripped Marcus' forearms tightly, feeling his somewhat stiff cock coming alive again. He heard Marcus saying his name, but all he could do now was grit his teeth and let moans escape from him.

He soon felt Marcus' cock begin to pulse with the pressure of his want of cumming. The familiar fear rushed through Baird, the fear that if Marcus was able to release inside of him, it would be the end of Baird's self-respect.

He opened his mouth, still determined to keep what little he had left, when he chanced a look at Marcus' face.

His face was flushed pink, his lips slightly apart, teeth gritted, but it was his eyes that caught Baird. They were ever so soft and impassioned, nothing within them that hinted at the man that was his Sergeant, even with him wearing his bandana.

Baird reached up to try and pull off the bandana, but Marcus caught his finger, still wet with his cum, in his mouth. Baird moved his finger inside of him, watching Marcus suck it slowly, eyes closed. Baird withdrew his finger and inserted another one, watching Marcus looking at him through lidded eyes.

He then slowly moved his fingers across the scar on cheek and up to his hair. He slid the bandana from his head and realized that it didn't have the same effect that it had before. His lover was the same with or without the bandana. He may have looked a little less of a menacing badass without it, but he was still the same.

Baird slowly put his arms about his shoulders. Inches from his face and not caring of the possible repercussions, he said through gritted teeth, "Don't...don't pull out..."

Marcus rested his forehead against his, saying nothing before putting his mouth over Baird's again. Baird didn't mind tasting his own cum on Marcus' tongue. It made the moment more intimate. More special.

He felt Marcus put his arms around his waist as he deepened the kiss, Baird tightening his grip around him, knowing what was coming.

Slowly, Marcus pulled Baird onto his lap, making sure to never miss a thrust, holding Baird firmly before giving one final hard thrust as deep as he could. He growled into the deep kiss that Baird and he were locked into as he came.

Baird dug his nails into Marcus' shoulders as he felt thick wet sticky fluid begin to shoot inside. He had to throw back his head and yelp when he felt Marcus' warm spunk coat his walls deep inside of him. As much as Baird thought he'd hate it, he never wanted Marcus to stop. He wanted it to keep going forever.

It wasn't disgusting at all. It was warm, thick, and all of Marcus. Everything that was that man was inside of him now...and he couldn't have asked for more.

Baird clenched his muscles to keep Marcus and his cum inside of him. He didn't want to let any of it escape...or Marcus' cock. He wanted to stay that way...just for a little while.

He felt his cock being stroked and couldn't take any more of the insurmountable pleasure as he buried his face against Marcus' neck. He pushed himself against Marcus' hand, trying to get him to stroke him harder, riding his cock in the process.

Marcus whispered his name which entranced Baird, forcing him to call out his name. They both didn't hear it before it was too late, being too enthralled in the moment.

The voices down the hall. The quick turn of the knob. And the two men bursting in in a hurry.

"Marcus-" was all Dom got out before he stopped.

Baird's heart stilled and the color from his face drained as Marcus and he turned to face Cole and Dom who were staring at them slack-jawed.

No one moved. Everything was still. Cole's eyes slowly went to the ground, surveying the clothes on the floor, trying hard to avoid the two naked men. Dom was unable to turn away. Both seemed to be rooted to the ground.

"Cole?" It was only when the voice drifted down the hallway that Cole seemed to react. Anya.

"Uh..." Cole stuttered, wide-eyed. He quickly looked away, shaking his head a bit, before he said, "E-Excuse me." and headed out the door, shutting it.

Dom stood there still with a shocked expression, visually paled, as Marcus gave a heavy sigh, eyes closed, head turned away from them both. His grip on Baird's never relaxed and neither did Baird's around his neck. Marcus seemed to be holding him tighter. And Baird could see his tightened jaw through his peripheral vision.

He didn't know if Marcus was pissed or feeling extremely guilty. And it wasn't as if he didn't have any reason to be. He had to sleep over Baird's place last night because his woman was on patrol in his area. And now he was caught by the remaining two men of Delta Squad fucking the man that annoyed everyone instead of his woman.

Baird already had a bad reputation, but Marcus? This was a stain that would damper his heroics.

Dom finally moved, casting his eyes to the ground before taking a hard swallow. He then went to the door. He paused for a few seconds, but then exited without saying anything.

The sound of the door closing was enough for Baird. He got off of Marcus, grunting at the slight pain due to the thick cock exiting him in a rush. He didn't look at Marcus who had let Baird slip from his arms and now lie on his bed, eyes closed.

Baird dressed, his heart heavy, his ass hurting and feeling gooey due to the cum. He was nearly shaking due to what had just happened. He heard Marcus utter words and, without truly paying attention, asked in a defeated voice, "What?"

"I didn't need to see you."

Baird paused for a moment, stored the tidbit of information, and walked towards the door. "Good to know."

The hall was deserted, but it could have been filled with people and Baird wouldn't have noticed. He rested his body against the shut door, shocked beyond disbelief.

They had been caught. Now what were they to do?

Note: Oh no! Marcus and Baird are over! Done! Caput! And they've been caught doing the dirty. What's going to happen now?

Hope you liked it! ^_^