The War

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"Get in. Get out. No fannying, no crying, no being a pussy and no bailing. Act like a bitch, get slapped like one. Got that, Kidd?" His voice was a hoarse, husky echo as an eighteen year-old Christopher trudged through the wilderness behind the young Private Dale.

The putrid stench of urine and the metallic tang of blood hung foglike in the dewy dawn-air. Their heavy boots squelched in the remainder of the pathway that was littered with mangled body parts, streaks of blood and mud. The army had not been kind to him. His frame was skeletal as he was assigned to carry ammunition and guns and had to forego meals to clean the shiny silver weapons that caused suffering, havoc and more often than not- death.  He shivered. The air was chill and he had seen a lot. The glazed eyes of many friends were imprinted behind his eyelids as he closed them briefly  to rest the stinging sensation of tiring jungle expeditions.

 Dale eyed him suspiciously.

"I'm bored, Kidd. What'cha good for anyway?" Dale's Southern drawl became more pronounced when he spoke softly.

"I can sing?" Christopher offered. And he could. Like no one had ever seen.

"Singing's for church and fags," Dale gruffly said, but then looked at Christopher expectantly.

Christopher cleared his throat and sang- his voice a beautiful baritone- and Dale sank to his knees in the soil. Christopher followed, his violet eyes becoming soft as he saw the usually uncommonly cruel and cold Private Dale become meek as a camouflaged lamb and appreciate his voice. Dale gripped the ground and closed his eyes as a single tear escaped from beneath his lowered lids.He personified the war in that single action- cracked men caught up in an ugly, ugly world, overcome with the need to serve, but seeking beauty in the smallest of things to keep themselves whole and unbroken as the war takes and takes, and they keep giving until there is nothing left. Dale's muscular build seemed to become frail as grief and fatigue gripped him. Christopher, unthinkingly, took his hand and held it. Dale's eyes flew open and he swore violently.

"Fuckit, you are a fag!" His eyes were wild and wide- completely black with disgust and, shockingly, veiled lust.

"Yes. I guess I am." Christopher murmured and pulled Dale's head toward his.

 

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He fingered the dogtags that glinted in the brilliant morning rays of a sunny Los Angeles and wiped  the powdery white substance that seemed to be his lifeline from his Grecian nose. Christopher took a gulp of his inky coffee and flung the mug into the sink, shattering it and slashing the walls of the kitchen with expensive Arabian caffeine.

"Good night, I suppose?" Otis growled as he entered with a towel slung dangerously low on his sturdy hips. Hair covered his muscular chest.

"Not now, Otis. Get out of my kitchen." Christopher growled and flung a toast crust. Otis' nipples were covered in finer, soft hairs. They were small and pebbled.

"Need to get rid of that frustration,lad. Definitely. Soon. " Otis smiled wolfishly. His stomach clenched and the muscular dents throbbed.

"Don't call me that. What did you do last night? " Christopher cocked his head from his perch on the barstool with a demonic glint in his eyes.

He needed to be thrown around; he needed to be hit and bit and fucked. He needed man-handling.

"You get some action, my burly Scotsman? Or was no one in the mood for a log repeatedly shoved up their ass? That particular action is as appealing as a piece of shit, baby. A piece of haggis, then." He laughed humorlessly. "I'd rather shit in me hand and clap!" He mimicked Otis' heavy accent.

Otis narrowed his eyes and glared at the beautiful, broken man slumped at the stained oak table. " You really should wax down there. You always give me carpetburn." Christopher pouted dramatically and unbuttoned his jeans.

"Brute." He whispered as Otis circled him with the grace of a stalking panther. 

He pounced.

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"I dunno what happened to you last night..." Christopher stiffened as images of the prancing unicorn touching her rosy nipples flitted sporadically- her spilling mane of icy blonde silk covering her exquisite, slender body but leaving glimpses of short, dark blonde pubic hair, a hollowed navel, jutting collarbones and pouting pink nipples.

Otis groaned.

"But I like it," he finished before ducking lower under the covers.

His fingers encircled Christopher's aroused member and rougly jerked it into his wet, suckling mouth. His stubble scratched the sensitized skin and Christopher moaned, his fingers bunching the thin sheets.

"Carpetburn," he panted before losing himself to Otis' attentive caresses- the unicorn grazing in the meadows in the back of Christopher Kidd's utterly fucked up mind.

Elsewhere, Snow was violently scrubbing her red-raw skin with a small, moth-eaten sponge. Her hair was plastered to her face and her breathing was laboured. She couldn't stop thinking about Christopher Kidd and those large, talented, brutal hands. He was a wreck and she wasn't a fixer, but maternal instincts forced her to care.

He was so utterly wrecked that there was no fixing him. She would try. Fuck, if it killed her... she would try. Beneath that hard, cold exterior was a warm-blooded man that craved affection and tenderness and touch and..... She scrubbed harder. Love?

She covered her sore body with a striped towel and strode purposefully toward her room. On her bed was a dress of golden chiffon that would envelop her lithe body like a cloud.

You're a fucking miracle, Snow. Knock em' dead.

The dress slid over her head with ease and her nipples ached beneath the silky touch. She moaned deep in her throat.

He owed her for last night.

She was ready to claim. To fight.  

 To conquer.

This was war.

A/N Hiiiiiiiiii loyal readers of BDSM! Yes.....thats you.... Look, let's not screw around. Or lets. This is BDSM, anyway. ;) that was terrible....please forgive my attempt at being dirty and amusing. I'd like suggestions for Ze Beaauuutiful Snow and the very sexy, bangin' Christopher Kidd's characters? Any Ideas? Thaaanks. Also, thanks for reading and voting. I love you all, man! :'(

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