Chapter 111

Chapter 111
"Vance's men are already trooped outside the gates, Captain," Dorian informed.

Axton stood in front of the guest house, Rhys and Reed beside him.

Axton nodded, "Then prepare to depart." He glanced at Reed beside him, "Which pat are you taking, Commander? With the general, or with me?" He questioned calmly.

Reed cleared his throat and glanced at Dorian who was secretly glaring at him.

"I'll take your path, Captain. I do have a little favour to ask," Reed smiled, dusting off invisible pecks from his Commander uniform.

Axton cocked a brow at him, "And, what could that be?" He asked.

Reed glanced at Dorian again, "Your soldier, Dorian, sir. Yes been nothing but insulting to me. Even after my hospitality, he refuses to show some respect to my office." He stated.

"At least, for the sake of my men that I'm about to send to this mission with you, I hoped I'd be considered of great value and respect," Reed bowed after speaking, briefly glancing at Dorian. 

Dorian froze, his eyes like daggers as he glared at Reed. He couldn't believe that the Commander actually reported him to Axton.

'What a pussy,' he clenched his hands behind him.

Axton turned his face to Dorian, "Is this true?" He questioned Dorian.

Dorian bowed his head, "I do respect the Commander, Captain. Not just in the way I do you. I am not under him, and I do not take orders from him. As a ranking officer, I respect him, but not as my superior." He answered clearly. 

Reed scoffed, feeling so sure that Axton was about to scold Dorian.

However, Axton turned to him and said, "He is right, Commander. He is not your Faction's soldier, your rule has a limitation. Then, did you try to order my soldiers around?" He asked, his tone dropping dangerously lower.

Reed took a step back, shaking his head, "I dare not, Captain. I just wanted to make his acquaintance so we can work better together. I never ordered him, Captain." He replied, his voice tense.

Axton nodded, "My men are my men,  your men are my men. Understood, Commander?" Axton asked.

Reed nodded, "Yes, Captain." 

"Now, go prepare your men, we'll be leaving in a few minutes. Do not forget the camping necessities, if you run out of supplies, you're on your own. You're dismissed." Axton said.

Reed bowed his head and left. 

"Where's Renault?" Axton asked Rhys.

"With his sister, at the infirmary," Rhys informed.

Axton walked away without another word. 

"Continue to keep an eye on the Commander. He's not to be trusted," Rhys instructed.

Dorian nodded, "Yes, Lieutenant." He replied and walked away to monitor Reed's movement. 

Rhys sighed and headed back into the guest house. He needed to get his back out to the vehicle. 

"Oh?" He gasped as his back was suddenly slammed against the door the moment he walked through the door, and before he could figure out who and why, his lips were locked in a tight, hungry kiss.

He didn't need to see the person's face to realise that it was Kael. His lips gave him away.

He groaned and deepened the kiss, possessively locking his arms around his waist to pull him closer. 

"Mnh..." Kael moaned, pressing his hips against Rhys's. 

"A quickie... please," He murmured breathlessly, his hands already unzipping Rhys's pants.

Rhys grunted as Kael's hand wrapped around him, stroking him ready for his request.

"Kael...Ugh... calm down-fuck," he pressed the back of his head against the wall as Kael's thumb swiped his precum over his hardening tip.

"You know you want to," Kael attacked Rhys's neck with wet kisses, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. 

Rhys was panting, but he needed to stay clear-headed. They could be left behind if he indulged Kael.

"Kael, we don't have time –"

"Shh... we do," He licked his tongue across Rhys's lips, causing the Lieutenant to groan.

"I'll convince you," Kael bit Rhys's earlobe and before he could be stopped, he was on his knees, freeing Rhys's cock from his pants. 

"Shit, Kael, don't-Ah... fuck..." he growled deeply as Kael licked his tongue over his tip, circling it slowly.

"Goddamn it," He shuddered as Kael slowly slid him into his mouth, sucking him with purpose.

He knew he had lost, there was no way he could walk away from Kael without giving him what he wanted.

Suddenly, a knock sounded behind the door, quickening their already fast pulses.

They shared a look, Rhys was asking Kael to stop, but Kael gave a dangerous smile and deep-throated him, clenching his throat around the garden length.

Rhys's guttural groan almost tore from his lips if he hadn't bitten down on his lip. Instead of pulling away, he pushed his hips forward, bunching Kael's hair in his hand to guide him just how he wanted him.

"Lieutenant, I'm just checking if you need anything to be transferred to the vehicle," Tide's unknowing voice spoke from behind the door. 

Rhys had to take three sharp breaths before he spoke,  "No, Soldier... ah-ahem... You can go... Shit!" He growled as Kael released him with a pop and immediately wrapped his lioscaround his tip again, slowly sucking it and rolling his tongue around it while keeping his lusty eyes locked on him. 

"Are you alright, Sergeant?" Tide asked, knocking again. 

Rhys gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, "Leave, Tide. I'll be out soon." He ordered in a believable struct voice.

"Yes, Lieutenant,"

Rhys heard Tide's footsteps vanishing along the hallway and immediately pulled Kael up to spam his lips against him in an open, wet kiss.

He sucked on Kael's tongue, bit on his lip, and sucked his lower lip.

"You drive me crazy," Rhys roughly unzipped Kael's pants, slipping his hand in to find his cock. 

Kael moaned, "Ah... as much as I love your hand on my dick, I need your dick deep in my ass, Lieutenant. Hurry." He ordered breathlessly and pulled a lune out from his pocket.

"I knew you couldn't resist, I came prepared," He whispered, popping the list to drool a generous amount along Rhys's length. 

"So fucking naughty," Rhys whispered and switched their positions, pressing Kaelfrint against the door and swiftly pulling down his pants. 

"Ah!" Kael gasped and chuckled as Rhys suddenly spanked his ass, "Mm, I love that Lieutenant. Roughen me up a bit." He purred. 

Rhys cursed under his breath and snatched the tube from Kael's hand, slicking his fingers. 

"You asked for it," He bit the back of Kael's neck as he eased two fingers in at once, fucking him rough and fast.

"Rough enough?" He murmured huskily behind Kael.

Kael was shuddering, his knees buckling, "More, Lieutenant, I can take it, ahh... yes, Lieutenant, faster!" He moaned, arching his back as Rhys added a third finger, stretching him farther.

Rhys couldn't hold it, the way Kael was clenching around his fingers git him leaking real bad. He started to strike himself, gasping as he felt himself nearing the edge.

"Fuck, baby. I need to fuck you now. Ready?" He mumbled, positioning himself in Kael's entrance.

"I'm ready, Lieutenant, don't fucking hold back. Give me the best quickie I'll ever have," He replied breathlessly. 

"You asked for it," Rhys whispered and slammed right in, setting a punishing pace as he fucked Ksel hard and fast.

Rhys's hips snapped forward, burying himself deep inside Kael with a force that made the door rattle, drawing a loud, unrestrained moan from Kael's lips. The tight heat of Kael's body gripped him, pulling him under a wave of raw, primal need. 

"Fuck, Kael," Rhys growled, his voice rough with desire, one hand braced against the door beside Kael's head, the other gripping Kael's hip hard enough to leave marks. "You feel so fucking good."

Kael's hands splayed against the door, his body arching back to meet Rhys's thrusts, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through him that made his knees tremble. "Harder, Lieutenant," he panted, his voice a mix of command and plea, his head tilting back to expose the bruised column of his throat. "Make me feel you. All of you."

Rhys didn't need to be told twice. He leaned forward, his teeth grazing the back of Kael's neck, biting down just enough to make Kael gasp, his cock twitching against the door with every brutal thrust. 

The slick sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with Kael's moans and Rhys's low, guttural groans. The urgency of their situation—the ticking clock, the mission looming outside—only fueled the fire, making every touch, every thrust, feel like a stolen moment they'd fight to keep.

"Goddamn it, Kael," Rhys rasped, his hand sliding around to wrap around Kael's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, fast and relentless. "You're so fucking needy… driving me insane." His thumb swiped over the slick tip, making Kael shudder and curse, his body tightening around Rhys in a way that nearly pushed him over the edge.

Kael's laugh was breathless, broken by a moan as he pushed back harder, meeting Rhys's pace. "Good," he gasped, his voice dripping with defiance and want. "Lose it, Rhys. Lose it with me." He turned his head, catching Rhys's lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, all tongue and desperation, tasting the salt of sweat and the heat of their shared need.

Rhys groaned into Kael's mouth, his thrusts growing erratic as the coil in his gut tightened, the pleasure building to a breaking point. His hand worked Kael faster, feeling the way Kael's cock pulsed in his grip, the way his body trembled with every rough thrust.

"Come for me, Kael," Rhys growled against his lips, his voice thick with command and something deeper, something raw and emotional that made Kael's heart stutter. "Show me you feel me, you belong to me."

Kael's moan was loud, almost a cry, as his body tensed, his release spilling hot over Rhys's hand, coating the door in front of him. His knees buckled, but Rhys held him up, his arm locking around Kael's waist as he thrust once, twice more, before his own climax hit, a low roar tearing from his throat as he spilt deep inside Kael, his vision blurring with the intensity.

For a moment, they stayed there, panting, pressed against the door, Rhys's forehead resting against the back of Kael's neck, their bodies slick with sweat.

Kael's chuckle was weak, breathless, as he leaned his cheek against the cool surface of the door. "Fuck, Lieutenant," he murmured, his voice soft but warm, "that was one hell of a quickie."

Rhys laughed, a low, rumbling sound, as he carefully pulled out, turning Kael around to face him. He cupped Kael's face, brushing a thumb over his swollen lips, his eyes searching Kael's for a moment, vulnerability flickering beneath the heat. "You're gonna get us in trouble one of these days," he said, but his voice was tender, almost reverent. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Kael's grin was lazy, his hands sliding up Rhys's chest, lingering over his racing heart. "Good," he whispered, leaning in to steal a soft, lingering kiss, one that carried more than just lust—an apology, a promise, a confession of something deeper. "Because I'm not done with you yet, Lieutenant."

Rhys's lips curved, his hand tightening on Kael's waist. "Neither am I, Sergeant." He kissed Kael again, slower this time, savouring the taste of him, the feel of his body pressed close. But the weight of the mission loomed, and Rhys pulled back reluctantly, zipping up his pants and helping Kael do the same. 

"Come on," he said, his voice steadying, though his eyes still burned with want. "We've got a job to do."

Kael nodded, his grin sharpening as he adjusted his clothes, the heat between them simmering, ready to flare again at the next stolen moment. "Lead the way, Lieutenant," he said, his tone teasing but his eyes soft, carrying the weight of what they'd just shared—a quickie that was as much about connection as it was about desire, binding them closer as they stepped back into the chaos of Base 7.