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[red_zealot]

Leaves glared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was still mostly naked (a towel was wrapped around his waist), and wet, but that didn't bother him so much as what he was seeing in the mirror. There, at the base of his skull, was about a quarter of an inch of blond hair

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[sgt_goodbutter]

Wrapping Leaves up in one arm and using the other to spread his spoils out to one side, Sarge took a moment to look around the supply room for some kind of supplicable lubricant. He was about ready to explode, himself, in more ways than one, which included many foul words and fist shakings. He made a satisfied noise at finding what appeared to be a bottle of moisturizer on a nearby shelf, and he grabbed it. Kisses were easy morsels to keep both of them quiet as Sarge worked a good dollop of the slick goo over his fingers before reaching down and running his fingers along Leaves' cleft. "Christ I don't know how I got so damned bad about you, Basil.."

Leaves blushed and gasped blushed as Sarge ran his fingers over his bum. He had known, or rather guessed, that men fit together, but he had never been sure how. He was a little firghtened that it would hurt, but he trusted Sarge not to hurt him too much. Relax. That's what he needed to do. Relax and trust in Sarge. Taking several deep breaths, the redhead nibbled on Sarge's neck, the taste of his Sargeant soothing his fears.
"I don't know about you," he murmured, lips still pressed into Sarge's neck, "but I was bad for you from the beginning."

"A good sorta bad, at least," he muttered, returning the favor and biting at Leaves' neck once more with his teeth. He hoped it was enough distraction from the happenings below as he worked his slick fingertips into his companion - no, lover. Sarge flushed at the thought of that, Basil Leaves, gorgeous little brat, all his and that was that. Sarge groaned and rubbed his own aching cock up against the side of Leaves' hip as he thrust his fingers deep but gently into the other man's channel, mimicking what was to come. "Just gotta know... this your first?"

Leaves moaned and whimpered as Sarge probed his entrance, biting and kissing his neck whenever he got too tense. It was such a new and delicious feeling, he almost couldn't wait for more. Was this his first time? He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was another moan, so he nodded, hoping Sarge would catch the action.

[sgt_goodbutter]

He felt Basil jerk his head in an affirmative answer, and Sarge felt a pang of something in his chest. Shit. This really did mean something, especially for the kid... Levin turned his head and brushed his lips against Leaves' ear as he pulled away momentarily, situating the red-head back around his lap as well as getting himself ready. He let his rouch fingertips drift across Basil's face, under his eyes and over his lips. Something deep inside Sarge wormed its way around in his gut. He hadn't liked the word 'love', only when it was completely necessary, and now was one of those times that it managed to get past his little barrier of embarassing shyness. "Dunno how bad it'll get, but I think we can stick this out, you know... and... yeah, can't help but feel myself lovin' you, Basil Leaves," Sarge murmured warmly against the other male's ear before driving himself slowly into his lover.

Basil gasped and tensed as he felt Sarge entering him. It hurt, to say the least, but underneath the pain was a beautiful, warm filling feeling. It was good. It was better than good. It was complete. The emptiness that had been consuming him? Gone. The fear that he would never have Sarge? Banished completely. Everything was replaced with a burning joy.

Sarge let out a raspy groan from deep within as he buried himself fully within Leaves, settling for a moment and catching his errant breath. He kissed at Basil's cheeks and murmured quiet nonsense - partially comforting, partially things that he could only express with words right then. Pretty, so pretty, can't believe this was even happening, to him nonetheless, this and other things came out like a heady downpour of what all had been trapped inside of Levin since Leaves' initial flirtation. He began to buck his hips up against Basil, thrusting deep inside where Sarge staked claim. His rookie, no one else's; a fit of possessivness writ across his emotions and he wrapped his arms around Leaves tight, kissing him deeply and preciously, almost wishing he could eat the poor kid up.

Basil gasped with the first thrust, whimpered with the second, and moaned with the third, every one of them making his right leg twitch, his mind partially registering Sarge's mumblings. It didn't matter. He was in heavan. And when Sarge pulled him into his arms and kissed, he moaned into his lips, kissing back with everything he had.

Levin lost his mind from anything conscious from thereon, the old actions of mating overcoming him and his body going on autopilot for a time. Words became nonexistant - only the sensation of touch and taste. The way Leaves trembled and sweat beneath his hand and tongue, the way that sweetly shaped mouth tasted so devine against the tang of flesh he so desired. Low, gutteral sounds began to well up past Sarge's lips a while after, roughed out with each shaking thrust he pushed up against Leaves' body, each clench of his hands he gave against supply skin and muscle. God almighty, flitted breifly across the blonde's mind, and he bit into Basil's shoulder as he came suddenly, roughly, taking a vice-like grasp around his lover.

Leaves whimpered and clung to Sarge's shoulders as he thrust into him, his hips automatically rolling to met the older man's and his leg still twitching. Everything... it was all building up to something, he could feel it. He didn't know what, but he could feel it building up inside him, burning and bursting, begging to be released. He closed his eyes and shuddered, a thrill running up his body. He was almost there, he could feel it. Then Sarge bit his shoulder and stilled, throbbing and pumping something inside of him, and everything exploded, the feelings inside of him escaping in a loud, long scream.

[sgt_goodbutter]

"Nnhg!" Sarge all but winced at Leaves' scream, and he effectively shut him up - with his own mouth covering the private's. He groaned and sighed at the whirly feelings of post-coital bliss, running his hands over as much skin as he could and devouring as much mouth as he could get from Basil. "You okay there?" He murmured, running his palms over Basil's thighs and calves before running them down to between the red-head's legs, giving his neglected but spent cock fondly. He smirked and nuzzled Leaves for a moment, waiting for him to regain his bearings.

Leaves moaned and gave one final shudder before collapsing on Sarge's chest. He felt good. Better than good. Wonderful. He sighed and nuzzled Sarge's chest fondly. "I feel great," he murmured, fighting off a yawn. "A little sleepy, but great."

"Aw, you kids don't have any stamina these days," Sarge murmured as he pressed a small kiss to Basil's nose, running his hands through the wilted red strands of his hair. "Hows about we catch our breath and then jump in the shower. S'most likely near dinnertime, anyway," he mumbled, noticing the lack of light in the small room from the above windows. He lifted a brow at Basil questioningly. "Sleepy little Basil Leaves.."

Basil's stomach rumbled at the meantion of food, and he blushed. "Food sounds pretty good right about now," he admitted, fighting off another yawn. "I just hope I can stay awake."

Sarge smacked Leaves on the side of his ass playfully before slowly sitting up, pulling the red-head with him. "Oh, come on, if you can spend hours fighting off terrible Blues you can stand a little longer to eat something."

Basil grinned shyly, ducking his head a bit as he murmured, "Fighting blues isn't quite the same as that."

[sgt_goodbutter]

Sarge grinned and leaned backwards a bit, wincing as a few protesting joints gave him hell. He managed to get both of them to their feet without falling over or tripping on something, and gave the private a poke. "Yeah, but it's still something I can admire ya for."

Leaves blushed deeper at the compliment, suddenly feeling rather shy. "It's nothing," he replied, keeping his eyes on the floor. "Just doing my duty."

"But it's a good duty," he murmured, wrapping and arm around Basil's shoulders, the other snaking about his waist. What a cute kid. Now he just needed some leather and lace - Sarge gave himself a mental kick before persuing other things. "Right. How about that shower?"

Leaves nodded. "Shower, and then some food." And maybe more sex, he added mentally, turning and heading towards the door.

"Sounds good to me," Sarge said with a cattish grin, giving Leaves a small pat on the rear before following him. Well, ths was definitely one hell of a romantic evening.