CAPCHA - FUC ART THAT IS ALL -- The teenaged clerk looked up from her magazine as two men walked in. The taller one looked like an army commando with a broom up his ass and his accomplice looked to be the shortest cowboy she had ever seen. He seemed nice though. “Yer sign out there says you've got a vacancy?†the cowboy smiled. “Yeah – we've got two rooms, but they're not next to each other. Do you mind?†she leaned over the counter and smiled back, still chomping her chewing gum. “Oh, no - we just need the one.†the cowboy explained. “Are you sure? I mean, where are the Indian and the Leather Guy going to sleep?†“WHAT? WHERE?!†The army guy spun around and pulled a gun. “WOA! Easy there, partner!†the cowboy immediately pushed the barrel of the army guy's handgun to the floor. After a brief struggle and some barely audible swearing between them, the army guy shoved the cowboy off and put the gun away in a miff. “What's that look for, mister?!†the cowboy scolded. “Don't make me an asshole for trustin' you with that damn thing!†he waved a finger at the other man before turning back to the reception desk. “You'd have to pry this gun from my cold, dead fingers, you pussy!†the army guy glowered at the cowboy, who had already moved on - gone for his wallet and pulled out some bills for the clerk. “Ah'm real sorry about that, ma'am. Don't pay him no mind – he's just a bit touched in the head.†“Why do you keep telling people that?!†the army guy snapped. “So what were you meanin' by that, anyways?†the cowboy inquired, still ignoring the army guy. “It's just the two of us, here, and Ah don't recall mentionin' that we were waitin' fer anybody.†The clerk let out a loud sigh of dejection, her cutting topical observations of their looking like part of the village people was totally lost upon these meat heads. “Nevermind, here's your key.†-- Once he wrangled the soldier into the room, the engineer shut the door behind him and deflated immediately in the relative safety, locking the door with a sound of tired relief. It was the same manner he often had in locking the door of his workshop after a battle – even down to pulling a rag from his back pocket and mopping the sweat from his head. He saw that the soldier was still pissed in the way that he roughly threw his ruck sack on the bed and marched for the bathroom with a few angry, grumbled syllables. “Wait a second now, partner!†the engineer went after him. “I AM NOT YOUR PARTNER!†the soldier shouted and slammed the bathroom door behind him. “CONSIDER MY SERVICES TERMINATED!!†The engineer felt like he had just been shot through the chest; he could not move for what seemed like an eternity. It took everything he had to fight back. “WHAT THE HELL FOR?!†he shouted, his anger the only thing distracting him from the pain. He ran up to the bathroom door and tried the knob. It turned fine, but something was blocking the door from opening. “Come on now – open the door!†“ACCESS DENIED!!†the soldier shouted from inside. “Ah juss want a word with ya, soldier! Let me in!†the engineer tried to sound calm, but he was now pushing on that door with his whole weight. There was no response this time, but the door still wouldn't budge. The engineer leaned on the door for a long moment, catching his breath. He still didn't hear anything from inside – but he knew that the soldier was still in there – blocking the door with this body. Being separated from him by a mere inch and a half of wood filled the engineer with a kind desperation that he hadn't felt in years, and he relieved it only slightly by pounding the door with his fist. “DAGNABBIT, AH'M SORRY!†he shouted. “YOU HEAR ME?! Ah'm sorry!†he stopped pounding in hopes of hearing something – anything. But nothing – not even movement. That's when the tears started. “Ah said Ah'm sorry...†This was what he had been dreading since the beginning and it was far worse than he could have ever imagined. He wracked his brain trying to figure out how he could have fucked this up so badly – he knew that he was upsetting the soldier by trying to take his gun away – and even more so by calling him crazy. But he was so concerned with protecting himself that he didn't give it a second thought. He felt like shooting himself right then and there, but a small part of him knew that the soldier needed him now more than ever. The man was hurt so badly that hiding was suddenly a preferred tactic to violence. He had never seen the soldier run and hide before. The engineer pulled that pack of Marlboros from his pocket, opened it and put one to his lips. There was no sense in wearing himself ragged trying to out muscle the soldier when he could just wait for him to calm down. With a flick of his zippo, he lit his cigarette and took a long swig off of it. “Ah reckon Ah should get a few things off mah chest, Soldier. Ah just wanna say that you're probably the best friend Ah ever had in this world. Ah really enjoyed workin with you for as long as Ah did.†he blew a long plume of smoke from his mouth as he spoke to the door, still leaning on it heavily. “Ah mean the pyro an me make a good team, but Ah always got more satisfaction from keepin you armed – an' watchin you fight...†he tried to smile, thinking of that. “From when Ah first met you, Ah can't really say why, but Ah always had a need for ya somethin' fierce …†he fought his voice cracking. “Ah'm glad you let me in so many times, mister. It was an honor each and every time.†he shook his head to fight the tears. “Hell, Ah gotta tell ya that Ah never felt more like a man than when those times Ah was makin love to you.†he couldn't help but find a little humor in those words coming from his own mouth. He took another puff off the cigarette, beginning to regret letting so much pour out. “Ah just...†he struggled to just let it out. “Ah ain't had a home to go back to in years, soldier, and bein' with you kinda made me feel like Ah did.†The tobacco was helping a little, but only enough to keep him talking. In a small way, with the pain already out of the way, he felt more free to speak his mind than at any other time. “Ah juss wished Ah coulda done the same for you.†He sniffled and took another puff and watched the white smoke billow up around him again. “Ah'm sorry Ah called you crazy like it was a bad thing, cuz it ain't, soldier. It just ain't. Bein' crazy is what makes you such a good soldier, you hear? Ah don't know of a man alive what would dive head first into a fight and laugh in the face of his own death the way you do, soldier. Everything you do, you give a hundred percent, and you keep givin' it like it's nothin' at all. To be perfectly honest, Ah wish Ah was as crazy as you.†he felt like his lungs had been completely vacuumed flat, and yet he could not breath in without feeling like a loud sob would come from it. He took a moment to wipe off his eyes with his sleeve. “Dagnabbit, you got me leakin' like a damn faucet, here...you win soldier, Ah'll give you yer space if, that's what you want...†the engineer pulled off the door, trying to think how he could make the rest of the road trip less awkward. The door opened without warning and the engineer spun around at the sound. He saw the soldier standing there with the door half open, his eyes glaring at him as angrily as they often did, but his face was sopped with tears. The two men stood there looking at each other dumbly for a long moment. The engineer felt like he was being thoroughly scanned, and hoped that the soldier would accept what he saw as a harmless non-enemy at least. He wanted to dry the soldier's face, hold him in his arms but was too scared to move. Before he knew it, the engineer was being pressed into the soldier's chest harder than he even thought possible. He frantically hugged the soldier back with everything he could muster. There was no hope of keeping the soldier locked to him forever, but he felt like he had to try anyway. The soldier was drenched with sweat and his heart was racing hard like he might have been scared half to death. “You are pathetic!†the soldier was obviously trying to keep up that tough front, but the crying was still in his throat. “You are the saddest, quivering bowl of fruit I have ever seen! If you know what's good for you, you will not leave my sight. Do you understand that?†he hugged tighter for emphasis. The engineer couldn't breathe, but did his best not to panic. He couldn't get the 'yes sir' out of his mouth, so he just nodded. The soldier at least noticed the engineer's struggle and loosened his grip enough for a little air to get back into him. “You couldn't pry me off with the jaws o' life, partner. You can bet money on that.†the engineer smiled in his immense relief, thanking each and every one of those lucky stars and letting himself melt into the soldier's chest. “Just don't shut me out like that ever again, you got that? Ah don't think my ticker can handle it.†“Yeah, sure...†the soldier grumbled and rested his chin on the engineer's head. His arms relaxed and his hands made their way around the engineer's back. One moved up and palmed the engineer's neck, and the other ended up tucked inside the back of his over-alls, spreading open from his lower back and just barely reaching his backside. The strength in those hands felt like the heat off of a forge, and the rush of it caused the usual tightness in his underwear. “Ah was thinkin' of lettin' you in this time.†the engineer put the cigarette out against the wall and slipped his hands under the soldier's shirt, spreading his fingers across that rock hard back. “Ah figure that's only fair, right?†“Do what now?†the soldier wasn't sure how to react to the engineer dropping down and unbuckling his belt. “Wait a minute, what are you..?â€He watched dumbly as the engineer fumbled around down there until the Texan's calloused fingers dove into his underwear and started stroking him. “OH! I get it now...carry on...†he inched his feet apart and let the engineer pull out his half-erection and start licking the tip. The next series of noises he heard coming out of the soldier was like sweet nectar. The engineer enthusiastically took the head into his mouth and rolled his tongue around the ridge. The soldier's hands spread across the engineer's shoulders and his fingers searched for the skin just under his button up shirt through the neck. As one hand cupped around the back of his head, the engineer took in nearly the whole length of the soldier's suddenly very rigid manhood and bobbed back and forth a few times. It may have been too much at once for the soldier – he dug his nails into the engineer's skin and started bucking his pelvis. The engineer yanked away to save himself from choking. “Why'd you stop?!†the soldier demanded as the engineer stood back up. “You carry a big gun, soldier boy.†the engineer laughed and started undressing. “Bit off a might more than Ah could chew there, is all. So Ah'm gonna turn around and you're gonna fuck me.†he dropped trow and turned around. “Yes, SIR!†the soldier positioned himself between the engineer's legs as he backed into him and took a vice grip on his hips. “Take it easy, partner, this is mah...OW!†the engineer was interrupted mid sentence by the soldier ramming into him. The pain was indescribable, but he couldn't escape if he wanted to. “Dagnabbit! Ah said, TAKE IT EASY, YA JACKASS! This is mah first time playin' catcher, you understand?!†he half-yelled, half-cried. “Shhhhit....†The soldier leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the engineer's torso, his body shuddered with his efforts to keep his hips still. But it was plenty calm enough for the engineer to relax and accommodate him. The two of them braced in silence as the soldier slipped deeper into the engineer. Feeling another man heave and pulse through his whole being was a sensation that the engineer never expected to enjoy this much. It was strangely comforting in a way, feeling all that heat from the soldier's body draped over him and the power in his arms holding him in place. He almost felt like he could trust him completely. “That's the way, partner, juss start out slow an' AH! don't let me..AHhh.. don't let me fall...†the soldier did not know restraint, but he could follow orders. He held the engineer close and tried a few deliberate thrusts. The engineer leaned into him, reaching one arm up and taking a loose handle on the soldier's neck, taking each hit like a badge of honor. It was only fair. He reached down and clasped his other hand around his own arousal and started stroking it, causing all that stinging pain to fade into heated pleasure. The soldier growled impatiently and started thrusting harder and faster, cleaving into the engineer roughly and clearly fighting the urge to chomp down on his neck. Sweat dripped from his chin and his breath escaped him in great steaming intervals in the engineer's ear. The engineer grunted painfully, but urgently squeezed back, the soldier's pitiful moans spurring him into a strange feeling of need for him. He found himself wanting more of the man inside of him, like it completed him somehow. It was almost disturbing how right it felt to be filled with the soldier's fury. It was so right that he collapsed from his collected demeanor and erupted with a yelp. “You wuss...†the soldier grinned viciously, no where near finished with him. “Pardon me...†the engineer panted and shook his head. “Do what you gotta do, sol-- AAAHH!!†he quickly came to regret saying that when the soldier bit him. But it was probably for the best – the soldier's final thrusts were comparable to industrial machinery, and staying joined became a real challenge. Once it was over however, the soldier suddenly became very heavy and the engineer braced to keep him up as he fell both out of him and out of conciousness. “Dagnabbit, soldier!†the smaller man huffed and shuffled toward the bed with his best friend still draped over his back. Once close enough, he let the soldier slide off of him and flop onto the mattress like a 250lb sack of potatoes. The engineer took a moment after pulling up his pants and looked the sleeping soldier over. He was so peaceful compared to what he was a moment ago - an insane angel with the engineer's blood still coating his lips. He smirked with the satisfaction in knowing that he endured that man, then still had the muscle left to carry him a few feet. He knew better than to try and wake him up, so this time he just put a pillow under the soldier's head and stiffly limped off toward the shower. “Night, babe.â€