Against All Odds - Chapter 5
Title: Against All Odds
Characters: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brian and Justin are soldiers. They go on a dangerous mission together, and must rely on each other to survive.
Warnings: AU, violence, unsafe sex
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Cowlip and Showtime do.
Chapter 5
Brian watched in horror as Justin's entire body went limp. One of the soldiers walked over to him, and felt his neck for a pulse. He said something to the interrogator, who turned to Brian and remarked, "He's still alive lieutenant." "I'm going to give you and your young sergeant here a few days of respite. You would be wise to think about telling us what we want to know, for your sake, as well as his."
Ashraf walked away with a plan in mind. He had observed the way the lieutenant's face looked when the boy sank to the ground, and decided to use that to his advantage. First he would move the prisoners to another camp. It would make it easier to implement his plan, since housing the two men together in the same cell would foster the necessary conditions. He theorized, the stronger the bond was between the men, the more one of them would likely break down to save the other from harm. Ashraf would wait the few calculated days before questioning them again, in the hopes of garnering favorable results.
Brian was escorted to a jeep, as Justin's immobile, bloodied form was lifted, and dumped in the back with another soldier. There was not much Brian could do since he didn't want to leave Justin in his current state. Anyway, Brian reasoned, his hands were still restrained behind his back, making it virtually impossible to escape. About a half hour later, when the sun was setting, they pulled up in front of an old building.
Brian was forced out of the jeep, and led to an underground cell. He had heard of the Iraqi's tactic of occasionally moving the location of their POW's. This was their way of diminishing any chance of their American captives from being rescued by their comrades. Brian's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps. He was surprised when two of the guards dragged Justin into his cell, and then slammed the door behind them.
Brian's wrists had been unbound before he was pushed into the cell, so he rushed over to Justin as soon as they left. The kid was still unconscious, which worried Brian. He yelled and banged on the door to get the guards' attention. Brian warned them that Justin needed medical care. He was fortunate, because one of the guards evidently spoke some English, and returned with a cloth, water, and some ointment. Brian had been relatively certain that they wouldn't want one of their prized captives to die, at least not yet. But for now, he would have to get to work, and use the supplies they gave him to help the kid.
Brian carefully removed Justin's shirt, and tended to the fresh cuts on his back. As he washed the wounds, he couldn't help but admire the way the sergeant had endured the flogging earlier. Brian smiled to himself, 'he was a strong little fucker'. Thinking about all he had been through already, Brian regretted the way he had been treating the kid.
As Brian was finishing up, Justin started to regain consciousness. The fuzzy outline eventually took shape, and his eyes focused upon the most beautiful hazel eyes, and sensuous full red lips. Brian returned his awkward gaze and said "Welcome back, kid. You gave me quite a scare." Justin slowly sat upright with Brian's assistance. "Sorry sir", he said, a little flustered from Brian's touch. Brian sensed his uneasiness and proposed, "Look, I think under the circumstances, we can call each other by our first names." "Especially since it looks like we're going to be roommates in these posh accommodations", he smirked.
Justin was still a little dazed. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, surveying the decrepid, cold cell as he massaged his temples. Justin recalled aloud, "I can remember how the whip felt on my skin. It was burning as it branded me. But through all the pain, I can remember you talking to me, and telling me to concentrate on what you were saying. You tried to help me." Justin didn't mention it, but he had also remembered hearing Brian call him "Justin" for the first time, and how it soothed him.
Brian appeared to be embarrassed. "Yeah well, it was me who should have been on the receiving end of that punishment, not you." He looked into Justin's crystal blue eyes when he earnestly said, "For what it's worth Justin, you handled yourself well. Your mother would be proud." Brian could not believe the words emanating from his mouth. What in the fuck had gotten into him? He didn't make it a habit of doling out compliments, especially to snot nosed college kids. But he found that his opinion of Justin was changing. He had to give the kid credit for not breaking down, and relinquishing vital information to the enemy. The kid had balls!
The door suddenly swung open, and two trays were placed on the floor. They contained what looked like some type of food, and water. Brian and Justin were so hungry that they ate every morsel of the awful stewlike substance. The kid still looked pale, so Brian suggested, "Let's get some sleep, its been a long day."
"Goodnight Brian", Justin yawned. He stretched out on the blanket on the floor. Brian watched Justin settle into a restful position. He hadn't been aware of how tired he really was, until that very moment. When Brian laid down, he too dozed off into a deep sleep almost immediately. Hours later, he awoke with a start.
Adjusting his eyes to the dimly lit room, he realized Justin wasn't laying on the blanket anymore. Brian heard the strange muffled noises first. Then he turned and got a good view of what Justin was doing. In the corner of the room, he had his dick in his hand, and was trying his best not to moan as he was jacking off.
What happened next, was purely instinctual. Justin was so engrossed in the moment, that he hadn't heard a suddenly aroused Brian approach. Coming up behind him Brian offered with a breathy voice against his neck, "Need some help finishing?" He didn't bother waiting for Justin's response, as his hand boldly replaced the young sergeant's grasp on his throbbing cock. Since he didn't seem to object, Brian continued to pump the kid, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. Justin was so close now, mesmerized by the sight. He felt his balls tighten, as Brian's ministrations brought him over the edge, and he released his load with a groan.
After Justin recovered from his orgasmic haze, he smiled at Brian. 'Fuck, that was hot', he thought. His eyes traveled down Brian's lean muscular body, and they rested on the burgeoning erection between the older man's legs. Noticing the kid's lustful eyes on the bulge in his fatigues, Brian enthusiastically suggested, "How 'bout you do something to fix that."
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Characters: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brian and Justin are soldiers. They go on a dangerous mission together, and must rely on each other to survive.
Warnings: AU, violence, unsafe sex
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Cowlip and Showtime do.
Chapter 5
Brian watched in horror as Justin's entire body went limp. One of the soldiers walked over to him, and felt his neck for a pulse. He said something to the interrogator, who turned to Brian and remarked, "He's still alive lieutenant." "I'm going to give you and your young sergeant here a few days of respite. You would be wise to think about telling us what we want to know, for your sake, as well as his."
Ashraf walked away with a plan in mind. He had observed the way the lieutenant's face looked when the boy sank to the ground, and decided to use that to his advantage. First he would move the prisoners to another camp. It would make it easier to implement his plan, since housing the two men together in the same cell would foster the necessary conditions. He theorized, the stronger the bond was between the men, the more one of them would likely break down to save the other from harm. Ashraf would wait the few calculated days before questioning them again, in the hopes of garnering favorable results.
Brian was escorted to a jeep, as Justin's immobile, bloodied form was lifted, and dumped in the back with another soldier. There was not much Brian could do since he didn't want to leave Justin in his current state. Anyway, Brian reasoned, his hands were still restrained behind his back, making it virtually impossible to escape. About a half hour later, when the sun was setting, they pulled up in front of an old building.
Brian was forced out of the jeep, and led to an underground cell. He had heard of the Iraqi's tactic of occasionally moving the location of their POW's. This was their way of diminishing any chance of their American captives from being rescued by their comrades. Brian's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps. He was surprised when two of the guards dragged Justin into his cell, and then slammed the door behind them.
Brian's wrists had been unbound before he was pushed into the cell, so he rushed over to Justin as soon as they left. The kid was still unconscious, which worried Brian. He yelled and banged on the door to get the guards' attention. Brian warned them that Justin needed medical care. He was fortunate, because one of the guards evidently spoke some English, and returned with a cloth, water, and some ointment. Brian had been relatively certain that they wouldn't want one of their prized captives to die, at least not yet. But for now, he would have to get to work, and use the supplies they gave him to help the kid.
Brian carefully removed Justin's shirt, and tended to the fresh cuts on his back. As he washed the wounds, he couldn't help but admire the way the sergeant had endured the flogging earlier. Brian smiled to himself, 'he was a strong little fucker'. Thinking about all he had been through already, Brian regretted the way he had been treating the kid.
As Brian was finishing up, Justin started to regain consciousness. The fuzzy outline eventually took shape, and his eyes focused upon the most beautiful hazel eyes, and sensuous full red lips. Brian returned his awkward gaze and said "Welcome back, kid. You gave me quite a scare." Justin slowly sat upright with Brian's assistance. "Sorry sir", he said, a little flustered from Brian's touch. Brian sensed his uneasiness and proposed, "Look, I think under the circumstances, we can call each other by our first names." "Especially since it looks like we're going to be roommates in these posh accommodations", he smirked.
Justin was still a little dazed. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, surveying the decrepid, cold cell as he massaged his temples. Justin recalled aloud, "I can remember how the whip felt on my skin. It was burning as it branded me. But through all the pain, I can remember you talking to me, and telling me to concentrate on what you were saying. You tried to help me." Justin didn't mention it, but he had also remembered hearing Brian call him "Justin" for the first time, and how it soothed him.
Brian appeared to be embarrassed. "Yeah well, it was me who should have been on the receiving end of that punishment, not you." He looked into Justin's crystal blue eyes when he earnestly said, "For what it's worth Justin, you handled yourself well. Your mother would be proud." Brian could not believe the words emanating from his mouth. What in the fuck had gotten into him? He didn't make it a habit of doling out compliments, especially to snot nosed college kids. But he found that his opinion of Justin was changing. He had to give the kid credit for not breaking down, and relinquishing vital information to the enemy. The kid had balls!
The door suddenly swung open, and two trays were placed on the floor. They contained what looked like some type of food, and water. Brian and Justin were so hungry that they ate every morsel of the awful stewlike substance. The kid still looked pale, so Brian suggested, "Let's get some sleep, its been a long day."
"Goodnight Brian", Justin yawned. He stretched out on the blanket on the floor. Brian watched Justin settle into a restful position. He hadn't been aware of how tired he really was, until that very moment. When Brian laid down, he too dozed off into a deep sleep almost immediately. Hours later, he awoke with a start.
Adjusting his eyes to the dimly lit room, he realized Justin wasn't laying on the blanket anymore. Brian heard the strange muffled noises first. Then he turned and got a good view of what Justin was doing. In the corner of the room, he had his dick in his hand, and was trying his best not to moan as he was jacking off.
What happened next, was purely instinctual. Justin was so engrossed in the moment, that he hadn't heard a suddenly aroused Brian approach. Coming up behind him Brian offered with a breathy voice against his neck, "Need some help finishing?" He didn't bother waiting for Justin's response, as his hand boldly replaced the young sergeant's grasp on his throbbing cock. Since he didn't seem to object, Brian continued to pump the kid, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. Justin was so close now, mesmerized by the sight. He felt his balls tighten, as Brian's ministrations brought him over the edge, and he released his load with a groan.
After Justin recovered from his orgasmic haze, he smiled at Brian. 'Fuck, that was hot', he thought. His eyes traveled down Brian's lean muscular body, and they rested on the burgeoning erection between the older man's legs. Noticing the kid's lustful eyes on the bulge in his fatigues, Brian enthusiastically suggested, "How 'bout you do something to fix that."
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4