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[captaine_sykes]

Where most others in camp who had inhaled the drugs pumped through the ventialtion system last night were having a less extreme reaction to the chemical compound Ethan was struggling. You see the thing is he's a man who is excellent at keeping his emotions in check and putting on that cool, calm facade to everyone else and then going to the gym and

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[captaine_sykes]

Normally Ethan fought by the book, never played dirty and only used moves that were deemed fair and appropriate. Sure he knew how to change his moves and fight like this, he wasn't foolish, but it wasn't the done thing. It wasn't acceptable to fight dirty when training or trying to set a leading example yet that didn't seem to matter to the Captain mugh right now. He seemed far too focused on venting this pent up aggression and emotion. Showing off for Braddock and struting like the proverbial peacock.

Allowing Braddock to maneuvre herself, Ethan allowed her the momentary illusion that she had the upper hand before bringing his legs up and moving his body round to have Braddock pinned in a half-nelson. He wasn't even playing fair now, fingers tangled in her hair and body pressed flush with hers as he leant in closer to whisper in her ear.

"You like it like this huh? Put in your rightful place Braddock? I bet that's why you wanted to be thrown in the brig, spend some one on one time with me hmmm?" It was inappropriate, rude and so not what Ethan really thought but he could hardly help the words that spewed out as he let the red mist of I am superior to all descend.

[proper_twinkie]

She was good at close contact but only if she was free to dodge and move around. In his grasp, it didn't leave her with a lot of options. He out-muscled her.

Betsy squirmed and struggled beneath him until she felt his hot breath on her ear. She bristled at the lies but it was pretty clear where his brain was at by his words and the way his was pressing himself against her. Betsy lifted her ass to try and get her legs up under her but it only really succeeded in pushing her ass even more firmly into his crouch. "And where is my 'rightful' place, Sykes? Under you? Is that why you made sure I couldn't be with anyone else? You didn't like the idea of Jack fucking me in your office when you wanted to bend me over that desk yourself."

[captaine_sykes]

Hardly concealing a groan at the way that Braddock squirms and wriggles Ethan holds her still, resisting (barely) the urge to bite down on her neck. He doesn't understand why he is feeling this way, the need to possess and claim Braddock, it doesn't make sense to him. Nor does his urge to fight and attack but his head is so full of questions he can hrdly find the answers.

"It's what you want thought isn't it? Why you keep throwing yourself at me huh? Why you wanted to fight me now so you can submit." Ethan lets his lips graze Braddock's shoulder before he releases her enough to shove her away and roll onto his back. He's so close to doing something stupid he needs to get some space. Think clearly.

"You and your old man can do what you please as long as it's not in my office. Over-step that boundary and I'll have the both of you sent to opposite poles."

[proper_twinkie]

Climbing to her hands and knees, she watched Sykes out of the corner of her eye. Her chest heaved a bit as she tried to get control of herself. She may have flirted in passing before. She was a sucker for watching men squirm. But now it took ever shred of self restraint she had not to turn around and pin him. She had the image of him taking her roughly in his office. Pulling her hair and he slammed her from behind. The harder he was, the stronger response it dragged out of her until her legs shook slightly.

This wasn't right. Not just the moral dilemma of it but the intensity. Jack was older. As a mate, he wasn't the best candidate anymore. She still wanted him. He still oozed testosterone but Ethan was younger and bound to have more stamina. Not to mention 'opposite poles' just made her think of a threesome in which she got to be the bologna and they went at her until the best man won.

"Bloody hell..." She mumbled under her breath as her skin grew hotter to the touch. Her eyes glazed over with lust as she watched him. "I didn't submit to you. I never submit to anyone." Not fully anyway. Not even Jack.

[captaine_sykes]

The thrum of desire still stings, like Ethan is in heat and needs to claim and take Braddock as his own. The only thing holding him back is his own reaction to the chemical, that need to keep his body primed and ready for a fight.

He is however trying to ignore how close Braddock is, how she looks on her hands and knees; panting and looking suitably ready to be ruffled. "You keep telling yourself that Braddock. You're just a bitch in heat aren't you. Eager to find something or someone to fuck you stupid till you can't see straight."

Sitting up Ethan turns to grin at Braddock, that glint of amusement and determination still in his eyes. "Tell me I'm wrong soldier."

[proper_twinkie]

No! Her brain screamed from the inside of her head. She wasn't the barracks whore he believed her to be even if at the moment that was exactly what she wanted. But not just anyone. Never that. Despite what most people thought of her, Betsy was incredibly selective. A monster tease more than a slut. Even with foreign pheromones coursing through her, she didn't seek out the closest person to her. She was drawn to the strongest, the smartest, the most powerful. She wanted the best. It was an incredibly short list and Sykes made the cut.

But that didn't mean she was a slave to every impulse. Just because something drew her to this man, didn't mean she was the slut he believed her to be. He didn't know her. He hadn't lived through what she lived through.

Sykes couldn't know what it was like to be shuffled through time like a deck of cards forced to live with people, friends and even past lovers, she'd known for year but who had no memory of her. She was like a ghost. Time only showed her how everything came to an end eventually. The fact that she stuck around at all, that she was trying to be loyal to anyone revealed an optimism she'd never openly admit to.

"You're wrong." She half lied. She did want him to fuck her. Her body was wound so taut he could play her like a fiddle but her brain was conflicted. She didn't want to hurt Jack. And in the recent weeks, she'd felt like she and Ethan had come to a grudging sort of respect. At least from her end but it wasn't real. He just saw her as a slut.

Anger swirled inside her as something of a relief. Anger was controllable. Anger could help her get control. "And I'm not your bloody soldier. I'm not your anything."

[captaine_sykes]

Despite the way he was speaking to her, the snide comments about spreading her legs and the tone which he had taken Ethan had actually begun to (begrudingly) like Braddock. She was ballsy, to the point and stood her ground even when she was wrong. There had been minimal bitching about her punishment, or the training regimes he'd run through with her and throughout their one on one sessions Ethan had seen another side to Braddock.

A side that had made him wonder quite why she flirted so much when she had a good head on her shoulders. That was what really got to Ethan though. He hated to see a female who used her body to get what she wanted, something he had witnessed far too often when he was younger.

"You are my soldier on this team Braddock. You're beneath me in the chain of command." And with that he snapped, grabbing her by the ankle and hauling Braddock closer Ethan kissed her. Hands holding on her hips as he leaned in to force a bruising kiss against her lips.

[proper_twinkie]

Betsy reached but there was nothing to grab onto. Nothing to keep her from being pinned under her commanding officer. She didn't even have time to say 'no' when his mouth was on hers. She didn't kiss back at first. She struggled and squirmed, pushing on his chest but it was like pushing on a wall. It didn't help that she was fighting against herself as well.

This was what her body wanted. Even a decent part of her brain was crying out hallelujah! No more building sexual tension. No more wondering what his kiss would taste like. It was coffee and the slight metallic taste of blood from where her lips were being pushed so violently against her own teeth. She held out 10, maybe 15 seconds, before she started kissing him back and pressing her body up against his.

[captaine_sykes]

A few seconds (well really closer to a minute if he were honest) after Braddock responded to the kiss his senses started to return, like the animalistic need to claimtakecontrol was sated enough for the moment to allow Ethan to see clearly. Breaking the kiss he pulled away, scrabbling to his feet and panting like he'd just run a marathon.

Staring at Betsy, where he had just left her laying there on the ground Ethan tried to formulate a suitable response. Comment. Statement. But nothing came to his mind.

Turning on his heel Ethan strode away, punching a tree as he passed and disappearing into the treeline as he storms back towards camp.

[proper_twinkie]

Betsy couldn't move. It was like she was paralyzed by shock and horror. Not even horror by his actions. Call it cocky but what man wouldn't go against their better judgment when given the opportunity to touch her? No, She was horrified by her own reaction. She yielded to him even as he called her a slut. Even as images of Jack popped up in her head.

She was glad when she heard his heavy footsteps moving away from her. She could feel her eyes burn as shame washed over her. What had she done? Oh god, Jack. Nothing on this base ever stayed a secret. She sat up sweeping her eyes over the landscape as her mind searched for any witnesses. There was no one except Sykes in a hundred feet. As soon as her mind brushed his, she cut off the contact. She didn't want to see his thoughts. She didn't want to talk to him. Sykes didn't exist as far as she was concerned.

This was his fault. He kissed her. She tried to stop... at first. The bastard forced himself on her.

"This never happened." She muttered to herself and wiped her eyes. She would never tell anyone. And if he did, after she force fed him his own testicles, she would deny it with every breath in her body.