Culgan: *He stood by the gate of the abandoned fortress and glanced around. The place looked empty, like he had expected. He turned to look at his redheaded companion, who was tying his horse to a nearby tree.* This place looks empty... but orders are orders. Let's go take a closer look. *Their orders were to check a couple of abandoned forts at the Highland-State border. The higher military commanders in L'Renouille were very careful with these old forts, as there could be rebels hiding in one, and that could interfere with the upcoming plans. They had been to two old forts already this week, and they were supposed to check a couple more. There had been no signs of any rebels so far, and it didn't look like they would find anything here, either.* Seed? Are you coming? *He sighed. It wasn't hard to notice that his companion hadn't been on a very good mood lately.*

Seed: *His attempts at keeping his mind blank failed, which was no surprise. He made sure the horse was secure, petting it in a non-focused way. He had recently developed a very unwelcome attachment to the animal, which was, and always would be, "the horse." Disturbed by this revelation, and still crabby from their never-ending trek through dirty and crumbling old forts, his mood slipped into blackness. He grumbled under his breath, not taking any cares to keep the words too quiet.* "NAG NAG NAG." *He whirled about in a sharp military manner, saluting sarcastically and stomping his way towards his silver-haired partner. Had the other man been anyone other than Colonel Culgan, his endlessly patient lover, he'd have been lucky to only get horse-whipped for his disrespectful behavior. Culgan would get him back later though... of that, he was sure.*

Culgan: *He sighed again, shaking his head a bit. Seed was clearly on a bad mood now.* I take it that you're not pleased with our orders. But we can't exactly complain. Someone has to do this, and this time, the someone is us.* He turned away and stepped inside the gates.* And did you forget already? Keep quiet. If there really are any rebels here, they'd very alerted by now... *He stopped to check a small building next to the gates, finding it empty. It was pretty obvious the fort hadn't been used for several decades. But they'd still have to check it. //Hmm. I actually wish there were some rebels hiding somewhere... A good battle could calm Seed down a little.// He touched the hilt of his sword, ready to fight if necessary.*

Seed: *He absorbed the comment without much interest, but his hand went to his sword immediately, mimicking Culgan's actions. He was bull-headed about many things, and driven to fits of extreme temperament, but he wasn't stupid. Not in battle, at least, and not when a potential threat could be lurking nearby. //Which is why I'm so crabby// His spirits has been lifted at every fort they stopped at, at least initially, savoring the possibility of a sudden battle that might erupt. Even now, he grew hyper, although he realized that this fort was no different from the others. His mood would soon delve into darkness, and by nightfall, if they had still not located any rebels, he'd be a hellion.* "Why us? Can't they send some grunts to do this crap? You'd think they'd need us for more important things..." *He crept up to a few windows, peeking in cautiously, turning one corner on cat's feet. Nothing. No footprints, no smell of recently burning fires over which food had been cooked, no scent of beer in the air. He kicked at the dirt like it was an old enemy.*

Culgan: *He looked around carefully, looking for any signs of anyone living here recently. He stopped to check a piece of metal lying on the ground, then walked next to Seed.* Why us, you ask? I think they need someone they can trust. Low-level soldiers can be unreliable sometimes. Besides, the real reason why we are here is a part of some classified military plans. And I will do what I'm told to do. *He glanced around some more, then relaxed a bit. It didn't seem they'd have to fight, but they'd still have to be careful. //What am I going to do with you, Seed...// He knew too well that his companion's mood would get worse.* I'd say no one's been here for some time. But we'd better look around more carefully. Let's start with this building, then move to those smaller ones and the main building...

Seed: *Culgan's explanation was meaningless to him. His veiled orders were expected, however, and he moved forward, sullen but alert. A very dangerous combination. //Burn burn burn...// He often thought that if he'd had less willpower, he might become overwhelmed by his own hot-tempered personality, but so far, his control had stayed its iron grip. He wondered how long he could go on denying that it was Culgan who enforced that rationality, and how much he needed it...no...desired it. //Pansy// He had stewed upon these things since the moments following his introduction to the older man, which, granted, wasn't that long ago. It seemed important though, because he also had no idea why his behavior had grown so frayed, so much so that his own friends soon took caution around him. He slipped into the doorway of the old shanty-like building, snuffling at the dirt which rose up to greet him in a dusty cloud. He felt Culgan move past him and into the fort, noticing with some interest that his lover's movements were almost as feline as his own, particularly when he was being surreptitious.* "It does look clear...c'mon...I don't wanna be here all night."

Culgan: It does look clear, yes, but... *He checked a few rooms, finding nothing but dirt and some broken shelves with a thick layer of dust covering them. //This building was probably some kind of a warehouse...// He moved to check the back of the building, noticing a hatch on the floor. He pointed at it, turning to look at his younger partner.* What about that, then? Don't you think we should check it? *Without waiting for Seed to answer, he knelt down and opened the hatch carefully. It mostly fell apart when he touched it, leaving only some wood and the rusted metal that had been holding it together. He glanced down, seeing nothing but darkness. From the stale smell he could easily tell that the little cellar hadn't been used for a very long time.* Guess you're right. This place is clean. We'd better move to the next building, then...

Seed: "Yes yes!" *He barked his understanding of the situation; how stupid did Culgan think he was? Did he think he was going out to investigate the dead grass in front? Sighing deeply and with much aplomb, he stalked towards the other building, knowing it would be as empty as the last. The sun was still high above them, thin tendrils of cloud barely obscuring the light. It was warm outside, but not insufferably so. His greatest pleasure in becoming an officer had been the red and white uniform he wore; it certainly made life easier when the temperatures soared. He briefly recalled how much like a furnace the regular enlisted outfits had been, and how he had gone by unnoticed, as if the conformity of the uniforms stripped away all individuality. Suddenly, there were too many thoughts screeching at him; he shut down like a vise and entered the building with a deepening anger. "Empty. And empty. Why don't you stay here and search, and I'll take that big bastard in back. Is that all right by you?" He did not phrase the statement as anything more than a demand, however. When he turned to look at Culgan, he saw that his attitude was beginning to reflect itself in the older man's eyes, which had gone an intense ice-blue he had never seen before. //???//*

Culgan: That's enough, Seed. *He frowned, glaring angrily at the younger man.* Our orders are to check the fort. And that means the whole fort, even if it seems to be empty. Are you planning on defying orders? I won't allow that. *He walked next to the redhead and looked around. The place was indeed empty, but... //Hmm. Might just as well check this one too... We'll find nothing here, but just to annoy you, my dear...// He glanced at the younger man again.* We're checking this place, then moving to the biggest building. And if you haven't forgotten, our orders were to stay together in case anything happens. Understood? And not a word, Seed. I am higher ranking. You know too well that any other of your superior officers would've whipped you by now.

Seed: //Whippings? Is he threatening me or teasing me?// *Quite frankly, he didn't know whether he should shut the hell up, adopt an offended attitude, or become excited by the warning. Culgan had that effect on him, as ridiculous and unbelievable as it might appear to others. His mind wandered at the thought of his extremely irritated lover taking after him with a whip, and while he wasn't turned on by the prospect of pain, the idea of an enraged Culgan excited him in some vague way. The older man so rarely lost his temper, if ever, and even now, he didn't appear to be angry. The threat, if indeed it was one, was announced in much the same manner as everything else he made public. Only those frozen blue eyes of his gave away some sense of approaching danger. //Too bad I'm not in the least bit afraid of him// "How BORING! And such a temper you have, old man. I suppose you'd stand there and watch as they beat me. Kinky bastard." *He showed teeth in his smile, suddenly deciding to make Culgan as irritated with him as possible.* "Well c'mon, let's move it!" *And then, back to business, trying as hard as he could to do as little as possible.*

Culgan: *Even though he was a bit annoyed, Seed's observations were very correct. He looked as calm as usual, the temporary anger only showed from his cold blue eyes. And the anger was already gone. //Watch as they beat you? Oh yes, I would...// Finding that image very interesting, he smiled to himself. //Hmm. You're probably wondering why I'm smiling, my dear...// He sighed, returning to duty after this short scene. He walked deeper into the building, studying the rooms. This building had obviously been the place where the low-ranking soldiers had slept. There were some remains of old beds that looked like they were about to crumble down any minute. There were also a few old bookshelves, tables and other mostly broken pieces of furniture. But the place was covered with dust, and was empty. //All right then, to the biggest building...// He walked back to the main room.* All clear. Let's move to the big one... Seed? *He noticed that Seed was still standing in the main room, and it looked like the redhead had not done anything.* Hmm. Still standing here? Weren't you supposed to be working?

Seed: *He noticed the brief smile before he turned away, and it both intrigued and confused him. The intrigue, as usual, was threaded with a intense sexuality that lifted his mood immediately.* "I'm meditating...on the wonders of this mission, and why life is so dull." *He looked over his shoulder at the silver-haired colonel, adopting an aggressively coy stance.* "It's empty. They're all empty. Can't we find something else to do, or are you that hell-bent on ruining my whole day?" *He turned away, grimacing with distaste at the cobwebs and dust and discarded trash that cluttered the place.* "Besides, it's gross." *With that, he sauntered over to the other man's side, peering up through disheveled bangs and into the devastatingly handsome face of his lover. At least he thought so, and his own dark eyes held an interest that would seem more than casual, even to the most disinterested observer. The windows, filthy with age and disuse, darkened what little light crept into the small building.* "It's getting darker...c'mon." *His voice was a throaty purr, and he moved away and out the door, heading for the last building on their agenda.*

Culgan: *He frowned again, not very pleased with Seed's attitude. He was used to the redhead's temper, but this... //You're disobeying orders...// He shook his head. At least the younger man was heading to the last building now. He followed, glancing at the darkening sky. //The sun will set soon... But we're not leaving before that building is checked completely.// He entered the big building and looked around. This one had two floors and a cellar. He could easily see from the dusty floor that no one had been here for years. //But we will check this...// He looked at his younger companion calmly.* Go check the upstairs, I'll look around here and check that cellar. And that is an order from your superior officer, so you'd better get to work.

Seed: *He blinked twice, but didn't bother to acknowledge Culgan's command, let alone look at him. He glanced about his surroundings impassively, more interested in the effect that his disobedience was having on the older man. He was curious to know if it was his defiance of standing orders, or his defiance of Culgan, that was the deciding factor in his lover's fraying temper.* "You got it. Upstairs. No problem, boss man." //By Highland, I can be a real asshole...but...I don't mean...// Without a word, he trudged up the stairs, wincing as he neared a rather large and sturdy cobweb. His intense dislike of spiders, and his irritation with the assignment, combined into a violent mixture that he turned into a parade of curses.* "Now would you look at this? How in the hell are the people here, when this huge fucking cobweb is still intact? Do they just use the windows upstairs to get outside?" *His hands clenched into fists, and he hissed between his teeth, drawing his sword with the intent of using it to break the web. He simply didn't want to touch it.*

Culgan: Maybe there isn't anyone now, but what if that cobweb is new and there was someone here a few months ago? We're supposed report everything. So just go check. And watch your language. *His voice was still calm, but he was beginning to feel annoyed again. He was sure Seed knew their orders just as well as he did, yet the redhead was acting like that. //I won't allow that, Seed...// His ice-blue eyes darkened a bit as he stared coldly at the younger officer.* Well? Get on with it. I thought you were the one who didn't want to waste your day here... *He turned to look around in the room, pretending to be checking the place. He was more interested in seeing what Seed was going to do next.*

Seed: *No thoughts entered his head; he simply reacted.* "NEW? Does this look NEW to you?" *He spun around and sliced the cobweb down, dull rage filling him as he watched the repulsive thing twine itself around his blade. Dust that had been caught in the sticky strands puffed about his face and he coughed once, thinking of how nice it would be to plant his sword into the officer who'd sent them on this mission. Of course, it looked as if Culgan was enjoying their romp across the woodlands... He turned again, displaying the evidence of age and abandonment, but Culgan was not looking at him at that point. //Dismissed...dismissed by m'lord...// Slamming a fist against a wall and grimacing at the sudden shock of pain, he stomped upstairs, cursing a stream of words designed to catch his companion's attention.* "Don't swear...watch your language...hah! Fuck you...fuck fuck fuck..." *//You're acting like a child// He wasn't stupid; he knew he only lost his temper when he was with Culgan. Still a lowly captain, he had to kiss so much ass he was considering changing his orientation. And since his nature was inherently aggressive, he often kept his anger bottled up until he was alone with the older man, where he vented it in a very immature fashion.* //He doesn't deserve it...please just stop// Now it was just a matter of calming down, which took center stage for about 3 seconds before it died.*

Culgan: *He glanced at the stairs, shaking his head. This really didn't seem to be one of Seed's better days, and it was starting to have it's effects on him, too. //Damn you, Seed. Why do I put up with that behavior anyway...// He still looked calm, as always, but that wasn't what he was feeling anymore. He seldom got upset, being cool by nature, but this was too much. He stopped to stare at the wall, seriously considering about dragging the fiery redhead outside and using a whip on him. He smiled to himself coldly, finding that thought very amusing. //Like you'd let me do that, Seed... Hmm. Still. Any other of your superiors would've done that a long time ago.// He shook his head again, glaring darkly at the stairs. The younger man surely didn't bother to do things silently. //Once again// He always took all orders seriously, and the thought of Seed disobeying wasn't too pleasant. He walked to the stairs and looked up.* Seed? Are you trying to break the place or what?

Seed: *He stood completely still at the top of the stairs, looking down a long hallway that appeared to be as dark and forbidding as the tone in Culgan's voice. The unspoken threat mesmerized him, for he'd never quite heard it before, especially since it was being directed at him. He remained still, realizing that for the first time, he had the option to back off, or push the older man over the edge. It was a thrilling, frightening, dangerous thought, and he remained very still, breathing in slowly, a small tickle of sensation in his stomach that was both nauseating and sexual. He cleaned the cobweb from his sword without even comprehending his actions, wiping his hand against his uniform impassively. His thoughts were alternately non-existent, or a whirling pool of aggressive sexual imagery that knew his acquaintance well. In the end, however, it was his own personality...his own temper and behavior, one would say, that decided his course of action. He turned slightly, suddenly relaxed, and a slight drawl crept into his voice. Eyes that burned red in the dim light regarded frozen blue glaciers with lazy contempt. "Like I said...fuck...you..." *With feline grace, he turned away and started down the hallway, hand fisted around his sword tightly.*

Culgan: *No one had ever had the courage of saying such words looking at Culgan's icy blue eyes. Except for Seed, of course. But today, he didn't just smile calmly and ignore the comment. He never had any trouble remaining calm, but... //That's enough.// He never acted without thinking, and this wasn't an exception. But he acted very fast. Quickly, he stepped after Seed, grabbed the younger man by the shoulder and forced him to turn around.* Do you wish to say that again, Captain? *He glared at the younger officer angrily, cold fire burning in the blue eyes.* Because, next time I might not let you get away with it... *Without giving Seed any time to answer, he let go of the redhead's shoulder, only to slap him across the face hard.*

Seed: *Culgan obviously held nothing back in that one blow, but he took the slap gracefully, head whipping to the side so that he looked down the stairwell now, instead of the hallway. His delight and sexual tension increased, along with the nausea, and he had to stifle a giggle that was more frightened than amused. He blinked away a single tear that the initial sting of pain had caused, and wondered if it was possible to feel so much terror and hunger at the same time. His sword was still in hand, and he raised it in a protective manner, wondering what Culgan would interpret from this action.* "Say what? FUCK YOU? Haha...you're losing your touch, old man. I remember when you used to draw blood..." *He projected as much of his desire for Culgan in his eyes as he could, adopting a stance that he hoped would be as sexual as he thought it was, and trying desperately to contain the burn that might one day drive Culgan to deciding that he'd had enough of this. If that happened, he would die. Simple as that.*

Culgan: Enough, Captain. *His voice was very cold now, thought the anger still didn't show on his face. But his eyes were very dark.* Enough. I won't ignore that. That is not a way to talk to your superiors, and you know it. *He glanced at the sword, then back at Seed's eyes. He smiled coldly, keeping their gazes locked together. Then, while the redhead was being distracted, he grabbed the long blade with both hands, quickly drew it away from its owner's grip and threw it across the room. //Hmm. I think I know a suitable punishment for you...// Without giving the younger man any time to realize that the sword was taken away, he slapped him again. And before the redhead had time to recover from the blow, he had been grabbed by the shoulders and pressed against the wall. Culgan was holding him tightly.* Still want to say that again, Captain Seed?

Seed: *He was delirious with need, and he felt it all the way down to his toes. His face grew very warm, and he suddenly processed the second slap to his cheek. That one drew blood from his lip, and he allowed a thin strand of it to trail down his chin. His heartbeat was racing, and the building's temperature had risen to a stifling degree. He was on fire.* "H...heh...F...fuck you, Colonel Culgan..." Now he was stuttering slightly, completely bent out of shape. His initial reaction had been to say, 'fuck me,' but that wouldn't do. No no no...he wanted this. He had never seen Culgan so....disturbed....and it aroused him terribly. It confirmed that he could make an impression upon his insanely calm lover unlike anyone else, and that was very important to him. The hands were digging into his shoulders painfully, and he stared into rage-darkened eyes with as much flippancy as he could muster. //I want him to chase me...// The thought stabbed into his mind and he simply reacted, shifting himself as much as he could in order to connect his knee with the older man's center. It wasn't a hard hit, but enough to ensure his release, and he turned to run.*

Culgan: *The pain hit him shortly, forcing him to let go of the younger man. //Damn you...// But in few seconds, he was ready to act again. Quickly, he reached for the redhead, grabbing the white and red jacket by the collar. He drew the younger officer back, almost tearing the coat.* Don't you dare to try that again, Captain... *To make sure Seed didn't have time to fight back, he slapped the redhead again, this time so hard that the younger man dropped to the floor. Then he quickly grabbed him again, forcing him against the wall. This time he pressed the redhead there tightly, using his own weight to hold the young captain still. This way, they both didn't have much space to move, but it didn't matter. He glared coldly at the wine-red eyes, grinning a bit victoriously.* Better start behaving, because I will win... You know that just as well as I do. Oh, and Seed...? *The cold stare on the icy eyes turned a bit amused.* You're hard as a rock.

Seed: *He was almost comically surprised when he felt the powerful yank on his coat. He knew Culgan wasn't in any way slow, but this was unexpected. It occurred to him then that they had trained together enough for Culgan to increase his own speed, and it showed. Then again, perhaps the anger fueled him beyond his normal limitations. No matter; he fell back with a yelp and soon felt another slap which rocked him right onto the floor. He tried desperately to clear his vision, and then he was up against the wall, breathing with some difficulty, Culgan's powerful form holding him still. He groaned as he realized his body's betrayal, and now, his lover was also aware of it. The handsome face was leering down at him, and he was stunned by the intensity in those eyes. He felt himself weakening, his need to grind himself against that wonderful body and BEG to be taken almost overwhelming him. With an nearly inaudible whimper, he steeled his resolve and spit blood into the older man's face, knowing that if he controlled his rage now, he'd slip into a very submissive behavior, and that would ruin the game.*

Culgan: *He smiled coldly and evilly, looking deep into the younger man's eyes.* Stop fighting now, Seed. I won already. //But then again... I know you won't stop. And I don't care...// *He laughed softly, shaking his head. //I'm not sure how much of a punishment this will be, since you want me...// He pressed the younger man against the wall even harder, almost hoping that he was hurting the other man. He grinned a bit evilly, then suddenly kissed the redhead. It wasn't one of his gentle kisses; it was a brutal, forced one. He was a bit surprised of his violent actions, as it wasn't like him and he couldn't remember when was the last time he'd acted so rashly.*

Seed: *Surprise was too gentle a word; it was as if he were stunned by his lover's actions. Culgan's body was pressed so tightly against his that he gasped at the sudden pressure on his member. It was nearly unbearable. Before he could attend to it, Culgan's mouth was firmly upon his, not bothering with the preliminaries before eagerly shoving his tongue inside. He gave no resistance to the older man's actions and allowed the forceful suckling, trembling with a need to do more than just receive the brutal kiss. Since Culgan's right leg was situated between his, he could no longer use his knee as a defense. Besides, his arms were held like a vise against the wall, and he doubted if anything he did would cause his lover to loosen his grip. //Dear Highland...how can we do it here? I'll be damned if I lay on this filthy floor// The need to control his passions overtook him, for the place was suddenly giving him the creeps. Unfortunately, his greater need was to provoke Culgan to lose all control, and take him by force. As usual, his passions won out over his brains, and he bit slightly into the invasive tongue, hoping to draw some blood.*

Culgan: //Hmm, trying to fight back, eh... I didn't expect anything less, so...// *He continued kissing the younger man, holding him tightly against the wall. //Ah, we can't exactly do it on the floor... Fine, this wall will work just as nicely...// He let go of Seed's hands, only to change his position a little. He grabbed the redhead's wrists with his right hand, holding firmly. He didn't break the kiss as he started to work with the white and red coat with his left hand, drawing it off as well as he could without letting go of the younger man's hands. Then he proceeded to work with Seed's pants. //...Damn... I'm not like this... I don't do it like this...// His eyes found the redhead's fiery gaze, glaring at him angrily. He wasn't actually sure if Seed's eyes were angry, or was that just the old passion he knew too well... //The hell with it. I'm taking you now, against this wall, and there's nothing you can do about it....//*

Seed: *He felt himself being freed for only a short second before he was subdued in a different way.* //Hmmmm?// His eyes widened when he felt a warm hand force its way inside his uniform.* //He's undressing me?// *Wine-brown eyes widened comically and he tried to pull back...to resist...but the mouth suddenly bit his lower lip and he winced, tasting his own blood as it mingled with Culgan's. As was typical, he was again reminded of how strong his reserved lover could be when the situation called for it; usually, the older man was very methodical and gentle, and as time passed, he often forgot Culgan's strength. Then again, if all reminders were like this, he should develop amnesia more often. He snickered against the warm mouth, and tried to release his wrists from the biting grip, but it was no use. Then that same hand slid down to his pants, loosening them. The removal of his shirt would require some assistance, but he doubted he'd be very resistant by then. Soon enough, the hold on his wrists loosened again, and he vaguely noticed that the jacket had parted ways with his slender frame.*

Culgan: *He let the white and red jacket fall to the floor, while continuing to work with Seed's pants. Soon enough he had pulled them down a little, and moved his hand to fondle the erection. //Hmm, you won't be able to resist anymore soon, my dear...// He didn't bother to be too gentle today, as he was still feeling a bit angry. //I should calm down... I'm not like this... No. This time I'll just do it...// He really couldn't remember ever just forgetting his calmness and acting according to his feelings. It wasn't the way he did things; he always thought first before acting. But now... //Damn with you, Seed. I can't even remember the last time I was upset about anything... It's your fault, and you will be punished...// He broke the kiss for a short moment, only to glance down quickly. //Hmm. That shirt of yours... Who cares.// He grinned, studying the redhead's face.* Someone here is in the mood, eh...? *He whispered with a mocking tone, continuing to stroke the hard length.*

Seed: *He purred against Culgan's neck, nuzzling contentedly. The hand kept his mind occupied for a bit, leaving his body to unconsciously position itself for better access to damn near everything.* //Hellfire// *He roused his temper after a few moments had passed, hands free to tug off Culgan's elegant coat and toss it upon his own. He could see a need for vengeance in his lover's eyes, and it took much of his willpower to stop himself from falling onto the coats and inviting Culgan to invade him.* //Grrrr...// *Frustrated, he forced his lover back far enough to remove his extremely constricting pants. The hell with the shirt; it certainly wasn't in the way of anything.* //Is he planning on doing this against the wall?// *Confused, doubtful, and horny, he responded to Culgan's query by grinding back against the hand and gently nipping at his lover's throat. His hands ran down the warm chest and landed on his lover's pants, fumbling with whatever the hell it was that wouldn't come loose for him. He growled threateningly, not wanting to divert his attention from Culgan's jawline, which his mouth was contently licking and kissing at. "At least take off your pants, damnit...." *

Culgan: I don't have to... I'll just do this... *He whispered in an evil tone, pressing the younger man back against the wall. With a quick move, he was able to remove his belt that had given Seed trouble just a few seconds ago. He let it drop to the floor, easily getting his pants off just a little. //Enough... Now, how about we just...// He kissed the redhead again quite violently. //You're enjoying this, eh, dear. Hmm. Well, guess you would... I just can't do this without you enjoying it, can I? Doesn't matter...// He didn't need to hold the redhead forcibly still anymore, as Seed wasn't trying to escape now. //Tamed, willing to take his punishment or just horny. I'd say the last one is closest to the correct answer.// He broke the kiss, smiling evilly.* This could hurt a little, dear...* Of course it would hurt, and it would hurt them both. But he didn't have any lubricant, and besides, this was a punishment. //And punishments are supposed to hurt...// He wrapped his right arm around the redhead's waist, lifting him up a little and forcing the slender legs apart. He thrust in forcefully, turning to look at his lover's face.*

Seed: *The speed at which Culgan took him was astonishing. He could barely process the violence that had consumed his typically calm lover, and for a moment congratulated himself on his success at pissing the man off. He felt himself being lifted, his back pushing against the smooth wall for balance. //What???// His eyes widened as he finally understood Culgan's intent, and then, excruciating pain tore across his nerves. //This is what you wanted// A brief thought that died before he could consider the irony, and he actually screamed out, trailing into a whimper that seemed to spiral out endlessly. He saw Culgan watching him, a grimace of pain fleeting across the handsome face, to be filled with a victorious and very satisfactory grin. He depended entirely on the other man to hold him up, and he knew his lover was strong enough to do so. He, for the moment, was absolutely boneless, and even his member flagged from the pain. Blood trailed from his lip as he bit into it, and his nails and finger dug into the other man viciously.*

Culgan: *He laughed shortly, studying the younger officer's face.* I said it would hurt... Relax, or it will hurt more... *He smiled evilly, then pressed his lips against Seed's again, tasting the blood. //Heh...// Making love against the wall like this felt actually quite weird, probably because he had never done it before. //What's wrong with me anyway...// Acting this violently... It was wrong, but at the same time, he was very satisfied... //Hmm. Do I really enjoy so much having total control over Seed?// The thought was pretty interesting; he had never given much thought about how much control he actually had over his hot-blooded lover. And that thought was quite pleasant, as he knew he was the only one who could control Seed like this. //Mine...// He ignored the slight pain on his shoulder, pressing the redhead's slender frame against the wall as he started to move inside his lover, thrusting in brutally.*

Seed: *He hissed in air, barely hearing the words meant to chastise him. The pain overwhelmed his attempts to control his reactions, and when Culgan began moving inside of him, he sobbed, tears leaking reluctantly from his eyes.* //Damn you// *He silently promised himself that he'd never provoke his lover to such violence again; Culgan was quite capable to mirroring his own rashness and temperamental behavior. If he had wanted proof, he had it now, and quite frankly, he no longer wanted it. He gasped out a small laugh, noticing how crazy it sounded to his ears.* "Re...relax...hah hah...aah...you're k...killing me..." *His member was still lax, and he doubted that that would change. He was being shoved on and off the invading, burning force below, in rapid, violent movements akin to an act of rape.* //No....no no no// *More out of mental anguish than any need to pleasure himself, he wrapped his arms around and pushed himself against Culgan as best he could, trying to get as close to his lover as the positioning allowed him.*

Culgan: Killing you... hah... Who's killing who here... *He continued his violent act, frowning a bit. It wasn't actually very pleasant to him either, as Seed wasn't responding as normally. Besides, he had started to calm down. He was still determined to punish his lover, but he had already, without noticing it himself, started to move a bit slower and more controlled, more like the way he usually did. It was a part of his nature to do this slowly, so making love to Seed was calming him down, whether he wanted it or not. He concentrated back on kissing the redhead, but this time the kiss was a passionate one, without any violence. //Damn you// He held the younger man more gently now, suddenly wanting to just hold and comfort him. //Damn you to hell, Seed. I love you too much to hurt you like this...// He took a deep breath, then stopped moving. He found himself totally calm now. He sighed, looking at the young captain's eyes.* Seed....

Seed: *Clinging tightly to his now-still lover, he trembled in the grip, subconsciously reading the thoughts on Culgan's mind.* "I know," he whispered, eyes still screwed tightly shut. He wanted to stop, wanted to curl up until the pain fled him, but he wouldn't. He knew that as a part of his psychology, Culgan's power over him was very important. It wasn't a masochistic thing, it was a desire for temperament, and this man, his man, was the only person who'd ever been able to still him with a glance. To calm him, irregardless of method. By his own actions, he'd pushed until he'd gotten the most violent reaction he could, from a man who rarely lost control. He cursed himself, wanting to cry because he knew he'd done this for the most basest of reasons, but then those lips were on his...warm, passionate, loving. A sigh escaped him, the pain receding to a throbbing burn that was now only uncomfortable, instead of intolerable. His psychology, still craving the control, insisted upon the consummation of the moment, but it was his mind that became excited, to which his body began to slowly respond.*

Culgan: *For a few more seconds, he stayed still, considering carefully if he should continue or not. He knew now that he could never do it to Seed forcefully without feeling guilty about it. He kissed the redhead gently, trying to make up for being violent earlier. Then he looked at the younger man and smiled. He recognized the flame in the redhead's eyes. //You still want me?// He touched his lover's face softly, wiping off the tears. Seed looked so vulnerable right now... and for some reason, it made him want the young captain even more. He realized they were still against the wall and grinned a bit. //Let's finish this... here... should be interesting...// Feeling how Seed was reacting now, he continue moving again, now pressing against his lover carefully, capturing the younger man's lips for another passionate kiss.*

Seed: *His response was immediate; his heartbeat slowed and he relaxed as much as the lingering pain allowed him, uncharacteristically accepting defeat and releasing control to his lover. Again, it was not just a game that could be explained away as a masochistic fantasy; his temperament was no laughing matter. Sometimes the rage built up to a level he could barely control, and what made it terrible was that he never knew where it came from. If not for Culgan, he would hold it in until wartime, tearing across the battlefield like a hellion, often putting himself in harm's way. It had earned him a fearsome reputation, even at his rank.* "You hold way too much power over me..." *He shifted a bit, whispering the words against Culgan's lips, arranging himself so that he was as comfortable as possible in his lover's grip.* "You're not only old, you're very strong...*" Another snicker, the comment itself appreciative and only half serious. The situation itself, the wonder of how and why this man could calm him down, was like an aphrodisiac, as curious as that might sound to another person. The pleasure of being tamed so completely reached far beyond the pain in his body, to a place that excited him through feelings and visuals, much as a fantasy or a daydream might arouse sexual pleasure in another. Without a doubt, he was definitely enjoying the encounter now.*

Culgan: Ah, but someone has to be able to control you, my dear... *He whispered back, enjoying the thought that the someone was him. And he was the only one; the only one who could calm Seed when the young swordsman got too hot-headed... and the only one who could hold Seed like this. //Only mine...// He smiled, studying his lover's beautiful face.* And I'm not that old. But you're right, I'm strong... *He grinned, then, just to demonstrate his strength, wrapped his arms around the redhead, lifting him a bit. Seed was actually pretty light, and it gave him no trouble to hold the younger man. Then he pressed the redhead against the wall again.* I think we need to finish something here... *He slipped his left hand under Seed's shirt, not caring if it got squeezed between the redhead and the wall. He wanted to touch his lover, but their position was a bit awkward. //The hell with it... I want you, Seed...// He kissed the younger man again, while rocking up gently, enjoying how his lover was responding now.*

Seed: *Everything else aside, Culgan's initial comment was enough to propel him into a sexual delirium. //Maybe I am a masochist// He was going to pay for this tomorrow, of that he was sure.* "It still hurts like hell..." He moaned into the kiss, very close to release without even needing to be physically touched. The demand was too great, however, and he attended to himself, regretting that Culgan couldn't free a hand to do so.* "Mmm..." The burn was everywhere now, taking away the attention from his wounded tract //Lover...you own me// He wondered how far he'd let Culgan go with him. Images came to him again, and those pictures in his mind were of such a ferocious nature that he gasped, going completely rigid against his lover. He mewed as the sudden orgasm overwhelmed him, not expecting it so soon. Yep...his lover seemed to bring out a masochistic tendency in him. He shuddered, enjoying the feel of Culgan inside him...rocking...still seeing the images and knowing he'd experience another orgasm before this was over.*

Culgan: *He noticed Seed's release, mostly because he knew very well what Seed looked like when that happened. //And you just ruined my shirt once again...// He made a mental note to take his clothes off next time they'd try something like this. //Heh... never tried this, really... We'll have to try again...// He smiled to his evil thought, planning on trying this in L'Renouille Castle sometime. He concentrated back on the passionate kisses, knowing very well how much Seed needed this now. He let his left hand slip down from the redhead's back, caressing the soft thighs. Then he forced his hand between them, finding Seed's member and fondling it.* Still hurts? I'll be careful... *He whispered between the kisses, knowing that he didn't need to be more careful than he already was. He continued moving slowly, knowing he was making his lover insane again.*

Seed: *He was panting now, out of breath. If Culgan hadn't been holding him so tightly, he'd have crumbled to the ground by now. He dug his nails into his lover's back, the pain resurfacing briefly as Culgan shifted him against the wall. Now he was being crushed between two forces, and the better of the two had found his neglected member and was caressing it. He squealed, post-coital tension and expectations making every touch more sensitive than it normally was.* "Aaaah...you're...mmmm...." *The train of thought derailed quickly, and he simply began uttering tiny whimpers, legs barely able to keep their perch around his lover's body. His face was completely flushed, and he beginning to perspire from the strain. He was an absolute mess; he didn't need to look into a mirror to know that, and he doubted he'd be able to walk back to camp, let alone sit down at the campfire that night.* "C'mon...you're...holding it...on...purpose..." *Knowing his second release was looming before him, his eyes unfocused and he held on to his lover tightly, not even trying to control it.*

Culgan: Of course I am... *He whispered, also knowing how close Seed's second release was. But he had always been able to control himself when making love, and always made sure that Seed released before he did. He kissed the redhead's neck, once again ignoring the slight pain on his back, as he was too used to Seed's scratching. //Just a little more...// From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the window on the back of the room where they were. It was dark outside. //Guess we got a bit distracted... heh.// They'd still have to return to the camp today. //I'll think about that later.// Right now, he just wanted to hold Seed. He breathed slowly, thrusting in a few more times, waiting for his lover to give up before allowing himself to release. //Give up, my love...// He kissed the younger man again, gently guiding him towards the release.*

Seed: *Exhausted and worn out, he allowed the second climax to consume him. It was not as dramatic as his first, being a bit more simple in its need. It was as if his body felt one time should be good enough, but if a second was asked for, he'd pay by exchanging passion for animal hunger. His world narrowed down to the climax itself, as if it were his only goal, too worn out to display the normal eroticisms in his sex play with Culgan. Ordinarily, he would thrash and kick at its arrival. Unfortunately, he could barely move, and settled for bucking forward, hoping faintly that he wouldn't knock Culgan onto the floor.* "No more..." *He sobbed against the strong neck, shaking, knowing he'd pushed himself far beyond his normal boundaries. He was very much going to pay for this, and as if to congratulate him for his understanding, the pain returned.*

Culgan: Had enough? *He whispered softly, smiling. He could feel that Seed was really too tired now, so he stopped moving, just holding the trembling redhead there. Besides, this was all he needed. He closed his eyes and buried his face to the red hair, enjoying as he released inside his lover. He was shaking a bit himself, feeling quite tired after all this. He held the redhead in his arms for a while, then carefully placed him down on his coat.* Feeling tired? We should return to the camp soon... *He glanced outside again. The room was dark too, the only source of light was the pale light from the moon. //Better get back before they start looking for us...// He knelt down beside his lover and touched the beautiful face gently.* Seed? Can you walk? I can carry you, if not...

Seed: *He hummed an assent, drifting briefly in sexual contentment, enjoying the warmth that filled his lower body. His lover's concerned face hovered above his and he smiled stupidly.* "Of course I can't, you idiot..." *He closed his eyes briefly, wondering how they would explain their sad state of appearance to their commanding officers. Culgan wouldn't have such a tough time, as long as he could explain why his uniform was spotted with blood, let alone what was on his shirt. He, however, was far beyond explanation. He snickered, wanting to sleep, post-coital laziness making him sultry yet very agreeable in nature. Suddenly, a most unwelcome thought occurred to him, and he opened his wine-brown eyes and stared at his indomitable lover.* "How in the hell am I going to ride my horse? Ooooh...." *He groaned, the thought unwelcome and seemingly unsolvable. He purred again, his cares falling away as quickly as they had come. Culgan would take care of it. He always did. Hell, he looked composed even now, like he'd sat and played chess all night.* "I think I'm dying...help me, would you?" *

Culgan: *He shook his head, smiling. He was thinking of the same little details already. //I can always make up some clever excuses... Won't be too easy, but I can always think of something.// He picked up Seed's clothes from the floor, carefully starting to help the younger man get dressed.* You really need some help, my dear... But don't worry about anything. I'll take care of it... You need to get dressed now. And you don't have to ride, we can always tie your horse to mine and you can ride with me... I'll hold you. *He grinned a bit, thinking how to explain what to say back at the camp when he'd get there holding Seed. //None of their business, really...// He got up, glancing around.* Our report about this fort is the same as from the previous ones. Nothing here. Well, let's go now... *He smiled, lifting the younger man up in his arms. He was very sure that Seed would fall asleep before they'd get to the camp, but he didn't care. //One more thing to explain... heh.// He glanced around quickly to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything, then walked down the stairs carrying the redhead and exited the building, heading to the gate where they had left the horses.*