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Post by Nikolas Breyden on Jan 2, 2012 21:13:37 GMT 1
Rain...it was something that didn't happen very often in the Nevada desert. It happened more often once the earth elementals sheered the top of one of the mountains off so cool fronts could come in, letting more moisture enter the valley. Very smart of the vampires to think of that.
It had been hot. So hot that most of the people in Haven who were not on guard duty and look out patrol, were just hanging out int he shade, trying to keep cool. It was miserably hot. Niko was in the training center, lifting weights when he finished his set. He replaced the equipment and picked up a towel. It didn't do any good to wipe off the sweat that poured off his body. He finally just stripped his shirt off and tossed it into his back with the towel. He walked toward his quarters and stretched his freshly worked out muscles. The recent workout caused them to bulge and quiver with each movement. The sun glistened on his moist sun kissed skin. He stopped at the barrel outside his quarters and got a drink from it. He poured some over his head to cool off but it was warmed by the sun so it didn't help. That's when he heard the thunder. He looked up to see the thunder clouds rolling in and smiled. They needed this rain. The Farm needed it badly. He walked into his quarters and stripped down to nothing. The wash basin didn't have much water in it but it would do for now since the thunder promised rain.
Just as he wrung out the wash cloth to clean the sweat from his body, he heard the first patter of raindrops on his tin roof. Then suddenly, it was an all out downpour. He looked out of his little hut to see beams of sunlight pouring to the ground through the clouds. He smiled at the beauty of it. Rain meant water and water was in high demand. That's when he noticed on one end of his hut, water was pouring in, much like a shower. It wasn't getting on anything and it was running out of the hut under the floor. He didn't care that there were spaces between the slats in the wall on that end, this was a rare opportunity for him. He grabbed his bar of soap and stepped under the stream of water. He groaned with pleasure as the water poured over his body. He slid the soap over his well defined muscles, washing away what felt like years of dirt and grime.
He heard the movement outside and grinned. He knew who it was out there. "You going to stand there and watch, or are you going to join me?" he asked facetiously as he continued lathering up.
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Post by kristhianamilos on Jan 10, 2012 12:44:46 GMT 1
Kris was headed across the courtyard to find the Admiral to deliver the envelop she had headed into the city the night before to retrieve. She wondered what could be so important that he would send her through the hottest period of weather they had seen in several years when all other missions had been aborted.
She spotted his back as he walked in a direction away from her, his back distinctive from all others not just by the broad expanse of muscles but because of the jagged scars that raked down his back. She followed, her steps not as brisk as his through fatigue and heat exhaustion and he soon disappeared from view. Despite loosing him she knew where he was headed.
As she walked up the three steps to the porch of his hut there was a distant rumble of thunder and a light pitter patter or rain started on the tin roof. She turned and watched as the skies opened and the spits of moisture became a downpour of rain she had never seen before. With a smile she stepped up to the door which was open, she took a step inside and instantly came across the view of the Admiral standing under a gush of water in the corner. The water ran over his naked body, trickling over the curves of his muscles in a way that she felt drawn to, to trace her fingers along those tracks.
Closing her eyes she stepped back outside the door, it was hardly appropriate to be seen perving on your boss. She shuffled her feet as she stood out of view. His voice called to her and for a second she thought she might go to him and stand under the stream of water, her fingers twitched at the thought.
"I am a soldier damn it" she muttered under her breath "and I am on freakin duty"
She walked into the room and stood at attention, the envelope she had retrieved held before her.
"Mission complete sir" she looked ahead, deliberately not looking at him but just past him, she felt her eyes wander then snapped them back hoping he wouldn't notice.
"Although next time sir" she smiled slightly "when your informant provides only an address, ask where the hell you are sending me" her smile broadened "As much as I like dropping into the VSF headquarters for a little fun, remaining off the radar during such a visit is a little tricky"
She glanced at him and grinned before snapping her eyes forward again "Anything further sir?" she asked "I am due on watch in 20 minutes"
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Post by Nikolas Breyden on Jan 12, 2012 21:08:06 GMT 1
Kris had an infuriating way about her. Sometimes it drove Niko mad. Sometimes it make him want to pull his hair out, walk out into the desert and let the zombies eat him, but not really. More times than not, it just made him want to snog her rotten.
Sometimes, he wondered if she did it just to tease him. Why she had to play this game like they had never revealed their feelings to each other was beyond him and sometimes just made him want to turn her over his knee and spank her. But he hoped it wouldn’t take much to turn her around.
“Oh but I knew exactly where you were going. Who else would be able to handle such an assignment.” He said without turning his back. He could feel her eyes on him and it made him grin. “Only by best soldier.” He added just to be facetious. It was true, she was the only one she could trust with the assignment since everyone knew Justice face and Max needed to remain anonymous to his very existence.
There was no one else he could trust to confidently. The warm water poured down his body as he washed himself. His manhood was now a three quarter, betraying its length and girth while still semi flaccid yet threatening to stiffen at the thought of Kris watching him from behind.
"Anything further sir?" she asked "I am due on watch in 20 minutes"
Oh, no she didn’t. He immediately turned to face her with a broad grin on his face, exposing the condition of his semi arousal. He took the three strides it took to reach her and deftly took the envelope out of her hand and dropped it on the nearest surface then pulled her into an embrace. “Yes, there will be something else.” He said playfully as he pulled her back with him, under the steady stream of water, fully clothed, “Shower with me.” He demanded, “That’s an order.” He smiled then leaned down to kiss her soundly.
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Post by kristhianamilos on Feb 6, 2012 1:06:31 GMT 1
Kris could barely contain the smile that threatened to turn the corners of her mouth upwards into a grin when he turned to her. With a serious face she looked at him, pretending that she had no intention of joining him in the warm stream of water.
"Sir you really should get that roof fixed" she nodded to the water "before the wood rots and the roof falls around you"
Stepping back from the flow of water that streamed from him as he stepped from the water, she watched his hand as it reached forward and snatched the envelope from her hand, throwing it on the nearby table. She looked up at his face, and her eyes caught his, the mischief in them made her smile. He reached for her hand and on taking it pulled her towards him, stepping back and dragging her under the water. She didn't protest or put up any fight as the water fell over her head wetting her clothes, she just kept looking into his deep blue eyes, like sapphires glistening in the moonlight.
Finally she grinned, no longer able to keep the serious face "Well sir if its an order, and you know I don't want to end up in the bridge for disobedience, I guess I have no choice"
She slid her arms around his waist and still looking into his eyes lowered her head to kiss him on the chest, loosing eyes contact and closing her eyes at the latest possible moment. Her lips brushed across his collar bone as her arm slid up his back, pressing him closer to her wet clothed body.
She lifted her head, opening her eyes slowly and murmuring "This is a rather unconventional way to shower but I think I like it"
She slid one hand down, over the curve of his hip to the tight hard buttock, she squeezed hard then released it to smack it playfully.
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Post by Nikolas Breyden on Feb 6, 2012 3:27:44 GMT 1
See the AC board for the next few posts in this thread.
AAAAAAND we continue.
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Post by Nikolas Breyden on Jul 17, 2012 10:08:56 GMT 1
During the Apocalypse,the Mayan City of Chichen Itza was swallowed by a tsunami, the Christ Redeemer statue in Brazil tipped and crashed to the ground in a million pieces; The Great Wall of China crumbled to the ground, Machu Picchu was swallowed by the earth in a devastating earthquake, as was the ancient city of Petra in Jordan; The Roman Colussuem crumbled into a sink hole along with the Vatican City; the Taj Mahal went up in flames and its golden spires melted in the heat of it; Big Ben exploded in the fires of London at the same time as Buckingham Palace disintigrated in a firey inferno. The Empire State Building was reduced to rubble and the faces of Mt. Rushmore slid off their perches and shattered onto the ground below; The entire western half of California, Oregon and Washington in the United States broke off and were swallowed up by the Pacific Ocean, but none of these catestphic events could match the devastation Nik felt at the moment she said "No..."
Nik felt the devastation wash over him like a tsunami, his breath caught in a soft painful whimper but he remained very still. Why had he opened his heart to her. Why had he let her in? He should have kept hating her because now that he loved her, he could never love anyone else.
The thought of making love to anyone else sickened him. Maybe Justice was right, women were trouble; nothing but trouble. He took a shallow, shaky breath. Why would she say no? It couldn't be for her lame excuses. There was always someone who could care for the children while she was on duty, that's why they had the nursery and the school, so the parents could do their service to the community without worrying about them. He knew, he was raised in them while his father ran the town and when he was old enough, he was by his fathers side while he ran things so he could learn.
No, her argument was invalid. It had to be something about him. Was it his eyes, ruined by the scorpion venom, perhaps permanently? Or, was it the disfiguring scar that ran from his shoulder to the back of his knee? Or, was there someone else, some soldier who was more of a man than he? It didn't matter. She said no and he would respect that.
He would not push, he would not let her see his pain. He did exactly what his father taught him to do when it was time to make a difficult decision...he turned his emotions off...
"I understand." he said softly and sighed. "It was a bad idea, hey? A lame way to get out of the elders eye, hey?" He forced a small chuckle, "It probably wouldn't have worked anyway. When we didn't have kids, they would have noticed something was up." He shifted his body and pushed himself into a sitting position.
Fuck, it was too dark to see with his vision impaired at night. He gave her hair a gentle tossle and kissed the top of her head. "I better go see to the nights events at the bonfire." He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. His father knew nothing.
His father should have never chosen for him. It was just another slap in the face. He didn't need a permanent babysitter. He needed a wife by his side and now, he would never have one. His father was a fool. He turned off those old emotions too.
Luckily his drawers were right next to his bed and he knew exactly where they were. He pulled the one with his trousers in it open and pulled out a pair, quickly stuffing his legs into the holes. He felt the scar on his thigh from the gunshot wound, mentally ticking off another hideous disfigurment that made him too flawed for her. He turned it off.
He stood and pulled up his trousers, ignoring the scar that racked down his buttocks and thigh, knowing it didn't matter why anymore. She said 'no' and no means no. She was a soldier and that was all she ever wanted to be; not the wife of half blind strategist. After stuffing his feet into his boots, he turned his head in her direction, no longer able to see her other than her basic outline, she could have been anyone laying there. But it never would be anyone lying there again.
If he could not make her as happy as being a soldier would make her, he would make sure she was always happy. And how could he do that? A raid; raids... one after the other "Don't forget to check with Justice tomorrow. There will be a major the raid on the city in three days. I will have a briefing in the morning to discuss the details."
And to make her even happier, since she needed to be protecting him like some kind of infant to be happy, he added, "Secure me a VSF laser carbine as well, I'm going." He had to show her, he was a leader AND a soldier. He could carry his own in a raid.
With that he strode out of his little hut, feeling his way and stumbling slightly when he reached the door. Fuck, he couldn't see. He pushed his way out the door and stepped out into the night. Even half blind, he could carry his own. He had to because he was on his own.
As of this moment, he couldn't afford to care about anything other than proving himself to everyone, to his dead father, to Kris, to everyone that he was the best strategic commander that ever lived while wading kneed deep in his own war. And that is what this was...a war. Luckily he could see the bonfires being built across the compound and made a beeline for them. If he even looked at Kris right now, his emotions might turn themselves back on and she would see just how weak he really was...
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Post by kristhianamilos on Jul 17, 2012 23:29:08 GMT 1
Nik's initial words were like a giant boulder crashing down on her head, she knew she had fucked up royally. He had obviously not seen the pain in her face in the dim light, had not heard the strain in her voice or the intent behind her words. He had obviously not heard that she would love him forever and that behind every word she had said was the truth that for the second time in her life, she was frightened, frightened of loosing him because loosing him would be the end of her, not just the end of Haven or the future of all mind kind as his father had drummed into her head; none of that would be important because she knew it would end her, without him there would never be her.
When his hand touched her hair she thought that perhaps she could explain to him but the gentle kiss on top of her head was like a nail being driven into a coffin, it had a finality in it that made her want to cry. She watched him walk through the door, only those that knew him well would realise that he had limited vision in the dark.
As he disappeared she swore outload "FUCK" and launched out of bed, suddenly propelled by some unseen force that couldn't allow her to sit there and watch him walk away after everything they had been through.
She had taken several steps towards the door before realising she was naked, she found her clothes strewn about the floor mostly wet but that was all she had. She pulled them on quickly not bothering with her boots despite the rocks and dirt outside or worrying that the buttons of her shirt were not buttoned up correctly.
She hissed in a sharp breath as her bare feet hit the sharp rocks as she ran after Nik but if there was one thing her training had taught to do, it was ignore pain. She caught up to him quickly, her running steps slowing but not until she had grabbed his arm, stepping in front of him.
"Don't you dare walk off and leave me" she hissed as she held his arm hard in her hand all thoughts of protocol or laws gone as her temper flared, "Fuck you Nik, don't you think you can walk away with little more than a thanks for the roll in the hay"
She took a deep breath and tried to steady her thundering heart, "Did you not hear me, dont you understand what I mean when I say I love you Nik, you and only you?" she touched his cheek just briefly, feeling the hard clenched jaw beneath her touch her fingers fell away and tears started to slide down her cheeks.
She looked at him, his face a mask of emptiness in the moonlight. "Nik?" she asked softly to the silent man before her. He didnt answer and for a moment she wasn't even sure he had heard her.
Again she took a deep breath and said something to him that she was sure he had never heard before tonight "Fuck you to Hell Nik, Answer me damn it. Of all the freaking arrogance" she lashed out and slapped him across the face. "I give my heart and soul to you, then you walk out without a single word about why I can't ever live without you. I cant ever loose you, I cant marry you because I am too scared to" her rant ebbed away so that the last two words were barely a whisper.
She looked at him a moment through the tears that ran freely, resisting the urge to do exactly what he had done and walk away, away from the pain, the confusion, the fear, all the emotions she had never learnt to deal with.
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Post by Nikolas Breyden on Jul 21, 2012 15:29:15 GMT 1
Nik wasn't ready to talk to Kris about this. He heard every word she said but her response to his marriage proposal had been a resounding no. How could she expect to see anything on her face when he could barely make out much more than her outline, especially in the dark.
Just when he opened his mouth to speak, he was cracked in the face. He never even saw it coming. She knew he couldn't see very well so she basically cold cocked him. The impact from this extremely strong, well trained soldier spun him hard to the side. His lack of site made his balance off as it was so he lost his balance, his bad leg buckled and he fell into a rain barrel, cracking his head. "Goddammit Kris!" he shouted. His bell was rung and he blinked, trying to see something at all but now, there was nothing, only darkness. How could she hit him like that, knowing his vision was at risk?
Nik was not going to give her the benefit or satisfaction of knowing what she just did. He blinked again, hoping it would clear up but it was gone. He saw nothing but darkness. He tried to look in her direction, listening carefully. He could not even see her outline...
"How the hell do you expect me to read your mind?" he glared in the direction he thought she was in. He blinked again and rubbed at his eyes, feeling moisture dripping into one of them. What he thought was perspiration came away on his hand a deep crimson. The fact that his vision didn't clear was scaring him a little. He tried to stand again but his bad leg wouldn't cooperate. He was determined not to alarm her so he tried again and forced himself into standing. He had no idea she had walked away. He lost all sense of direction. "I just finished telling you I loved you and making love to you and if you think I could ever feel that or do that with anyone else...you're off your trolley."
A wave of dizziness hit him and he reached for the rain barrel, missing by a mile and nearly falling. He swung wildly in the air until his hand came down on the barrel. He turned and leaned on it casually and wiped at his eyes again. Completely blind...now what? He felt an eerie silence. "Kris?" he asked quietly. There was no answer. She was gone. She had slapped the site right out of his head then left him there to feel his way in the dark. That was OK, he didn't need her... now the tears hit him. He didn't need her goddammit...like hell he didn't. It was dark, he couldn't see and he had a feeling that no matter how much light there was he wouldn't be able to see.
As if this situation could possibly get the alarms suddenly sounded. The little town was under attack by zombies now. A new fear sank into him. What if they were inside? What if one was coming for him right now? "Justice!? Max!?" he shouted and began to try to feel his way to safety, but, where was safety. "ANYBODY!!!"
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Post by Jorge Norton on Jul 23, 2012 20:46:28 GMT 1
Jorge was asleep, or rather had been asleep because at the first strains of the alarm he had snapped to instant wakefulness. It was dark inside the house he shared with his wife Lillian and her children, their children really he supposed but beyond that they called him 'father' he did not press the issue. Lillian took good care of them. He had sired them, it was enough. She lived her life and did not berate him on how he lived his.
His night vision was excellent and he had no need to ruin it by turning on a light. Besides, he knew exactly where every object in this room was and could have kitted up for an emergency with his eyes closed. He was ready to go in less than a minute. Beneath the ringing of the alarm he could also hear the softer sounds of Lillian waking in her room and the stirring of the children. She knew the drill as well as he did, they both knew their duty.
Time to go. He rapped on Lil's door as he went past, letting her know he was already on his way out and anything else she heard in the house needed a bullet in its brain. He left the house at a flat run, heading for his designated emergency station, no worries about running into anyone else yet as few of the sleeping residents had managed to exit their homes as swiftly as he. The panicked cry from close by however had him veer to another course.
"Justice!? Max!? ANYBODY!!!" Jorge felt a sharp twist of fear in his gut. He had recognised the voice now and this simply could not be happening. Were they inside already? How could they have reached the Admiral? He barreled around the corner with his weapon at the ready to be greeted by a scene out of every Havenite's worst nightmare. “Admiral!?” he gasped, his voice soft with shock.
Niko was limping, staggering badly and flailing his arms around wildly. He was staring wide eyed about him, blood from a profusely bleeding head wound caked his hand and was smeared across his face where he had been rubbing at his eyes. What Jorge couldn't see however was any sign of zombies. Niko seemed to look right through him, hadn't even heard him, and with a cold shiver despite the hot night air it dawned on Jorge what at least in part might have happened.
“Admiral. Admiral Breydon, Sir!” he tried again to catch Niko's attention but the man was in a complete panic and Jorge was not one of the people he was calling out for. He was however about to go flying over some loose piping jutting out from a building and Jorge couldn't let that happen. He shoved the handgun back into his holster and sprinted forward.
He ducked past Niko's gyrating arms and clapped one strong, hopefully reassuring hand on his shoulder while the other grabbed for his waist to support his weight as his bad leg looked ready to buckle out from under him. “Niko! Stop!” he spoke softly and calmly but very clearly, hoping that hearing his name might snap Niko out of his panic so he could at least allow Jorge to get him to a healer.
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Post by The Narrator on Aug 12, 2012 13:36:16 GMT 1
What Niko didn't see, thankfully, was that a Worgen had gotten into Haven thanks to a sleeping guard. Kris's silence was not due to her walking away but due to the Worgen pouncing on her and ripping her head off. Her lifeless body fell to the ground in a heap as the Worgen turned with its sites set on Niko when it heard him shouting. A bullet, from Justice Coltrain took the beast down in one shot. Justice saw that Jorge was with the admiral and shouted for him to stay with him before running off to make sure the place was secure.
And the plot moves on....
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Post by Nikolas Breyden on Aug 14, 2012 8:18:56 GMT 1
Niko was furious, hurt, frightened and wounded all at the same time. In some ways he didn't care if a zombie ate him, in others he didn't care if Kris wanted to marry him. As a matter of fact, the more the thought of it, the more he knew he would be doing it just to appease the elders. He had asked her twice and twice she told him 'no' each time. He would not ask again...
Niko didn't hear Jorge over the sirens at first. He didn't hear Kris get her head ripped off, at that point he may well have cheered but he did feel himself get yanked back away from something by two incredibly strong arms just as he was about to fall. Safe...for a fleeting moment, he felt safe. "Jorge?" he asked and twisted around to feel the face of his savior. "Kris left me here." he gasped out in disbelief.
"Stay with him!" he heard Justice command. Something must have gotten in. The stench coming from the direction Justice came from confirmed his suspicion. He clung to Jorge's arms, "I can run if we need to." he insisted, "If I can just hang onto you." he added even though his good leg was the only thing keeping him from buckling to the ground.
Three more gunshots went off then the siren stopped and the all clear was being sounded. Niko breathed a sigh of relief, mostly because the threat was gone but also, deep down he knew he dodged the same bullet twice and he was actually glad for it. Forcing himself to love the woman he hated had been taxing. The sex was ok but somehow...it was like the Grand Canyon, saw it once, don't need to see it again...
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Post by Jorge Norton on Aug 23, 2012 1:21:46 GMT 1
Jorge had grabbed a hold of Niko, afraid at first that he was going to struggle and that he had no idea how he would have dealt with. Niko drove himself like a machine and his will to win was insurmountable as testified by the fact he was still alive after his recent ordeals. Jorge was not that kind of warrior. To his immense relief however Niko seemed to relax into his arms, so much so that for a second he thought that the head wound had caught up with him and Niko had passed out from blood-loss.
Holding him firmly brought Niko's scent strongly to Jorge's awareness. Beneath the smell of blood, Niko's scent was musky and very male, he smelt of sweat... and of sex. Jorge was suddenly a little embarrassed, as if by noticing he were somehow prying voyeur-like into Niko's business. “Jorge?” Niko was clearly more himself again if he could recognise Jorge just from his voice. “Yes, Jorge...” he responded and even smiled a little as Niko turned and touched his face. It felt nice.
“Kris left me here.” For a second Jorge was puzzled, he hadn't seen Kris, and then the minutest change in the night breeze carried a scent and a sound that dropped everything into place and told him that he was a dead man. A rasping breath, a sickly scent... Worgan! It would have taken a miracle for them to survive as the emerging beast dropped the headless corpse from its deformed jaws and tensed to spring; fortunately Justice Coltrain was a sight more reliable than miracles.
A single shot rang out and the beast went down. Jorge gave Justice a brief nod to let him know that though he might be somewhat shocked by the close encounter he still had enough of his wits about him to have heard and understood what Justice said. “No running required.” Jorge answered Niko's bravura statement that he could run. The way Niko was hanging onto him, Jorge wasn't sure he wanted to move at all anyway. It had been far too long since he had an attractive man in his arms and he was glad the darkness hid the effect Niko's too close presence was beginning to have on him.
He sighed. They needed to move away from the growing stench of the felled worgan and ideally before Niko thought to ask again about Kris. He weighed the options; Niko needed a healer but the centre was way across the settlement. “We need to get under cover,” he finally stated, “Your quarters are closest.” Jorge wrapped one strong arm more firmly around Niko's waist, pressing him tightly into his hip and cautiously, as if they were in a three-legged race, he began to move them towards Niko's hut, taking as much of Niko's weight as the proud, stubborn man would allow.
They were just reaching the door when the all-clear sounded and Jorge's free arm snaked out to grab a man running past, nearly yanking him from his feet as he brought him to an abrupt stop. “Go and get a healer sent to the Admiral's quarters. Don't go starting a panic he just hit his head.” Releasing the stunned man he pushed him off on his way before shouldering open Niko's door and half carrying him inside before the other man got a chance to realise how much Jorge was downplaying Niko's current condition.
Sitting them down on the edge of the bed he kept his arm around Niko in part to support him and in part just because he was enjoying it. Not entirely certain what to say or do next and intensely aware of the embarrassing bulge in his pants, Jorge lapsed back into his customary silence.
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Post by Nikolas Breyden on Aug 24, 2012 17:14:36 GMT 1
Niko never once let go of Jorge. He clung to him, holding himself as close and Jorge was actually holding him to him. He found himself liking the heady masculine scent coming from him. Niko had always liked that smell but he would never admit it. If he father ever found out that he peeked at men in the showers when he was young, he would have beaten him senseless. Maybe that was why he had tried to marry the most masculine woman in the camp, to appease some desperate desire to be with a man. He shook the thought away, ‘NO!’ he thought in his head, ‘I am not gay!’ deep inside he knew he was lying to himself. The trick was to ignore it so it would go away.
For the moment he just clung to Jorge until they got to his tent. He was silent as the messenger was sent off to find the medic. He would be angry, that was for sure. Niko was supposed to be taking it easy and a blow to the head might just have taken what was left of his sight; for the moment, it seemed like it. He leaned into Jorge, convinced it was simply one male being comforted in a manly way by another man. This was ok. He could take comfort here. “Jorge, am I bleeding?” he asked when no one was in earshot. “I can’t see, she hit me and I hit my head, I can’t see anything now.” He complained. He reached his hand and put it over Jorge’s. It felt good to be held by someone so strong.
Before he could let his thoughts go in a direction he didn’t want them to go, the Medic came running in. “Alright, alright, what’s the… damn Admiral, not again.” The ever scolding medic began in on him immediately, “I keep telling you to take it easy or you’re sight will never return.” He noticed Jorge continued to hold him up and no one seemed to mind. “See if you can sit him up straighter Jorge.” He heard the medic order and felt himself steadied more. He felt something stick him in the scalp and knew he was getting stitches, “If I ever get my hands on that vile woman…” Niko growled, “I’ll banish her from Haven myself.” He winced as the needle entered his scalp again. “Did anyone see her? Did anyone see General Milos?” he asked, hoping he could throw her out while it was still dark outside.
“Admiral…the general…she uh…” the medic began then made a small painful sound and stopped, “Well let’s not worry about her right now.” He finished and continued sewing up his head.
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Post by Jorge Norton on Aug 28, 2012 1:45:50 GMT 1
The scent that clung to Niko said loud and clear to Jorge that the Admiral was a ladies man. He could not imagine what other sort of man could possibly have seduced the rigidly disciplined General Milos into his bed, and Jorge was certain that was who the Admiral had been with. Despite his own preferences he had to admire the verve of the man who had achieved that feat and it only made Niko more virile and attractive in Jorge's eyes. He would definitely count himself amongst the fifty/sixty-odd percent of Haven who would have leaped into the Admiral's bed without the slightest hesitation.
Jorge didn't particularly advertise his personal predilections. The Haven Elders frowned on such liaisons with procreation being so important to the future of the town. It had been difficult for Jorge to maintain the façade of propriety; he had been fortunate to find a compatible companion like Lillian. Even then, they were not close, there was too much embarrassing unpleasantness between them for them to be friends. Perhaps when their children were grown and their physical relationship had faded to a distant memory they would be past the awkwardness of it all.
“...am I bleeding?” Gently Jorge brushed the hair from Niko's forehead to examine the injury. “Yes,” he replied. “It's a scalp wound, they always bleed the worst. It's not too bad; you will probably need a couple of stitches though.” It was the bruising around the cut that had Jorge concerned. That had been a nasty knock that Niko had taken and even without his previous injuries he would be lucky to get away without a concussion from it. He tensed in outrage when Niko said Kris had hit him. The woman had always been a self-righteous hard-ass amongst the soldiers but – how dare she jeopardise everything that was Haven by laying hands on their beloved Admiral?
The arrival of the medic helped Jorge maintain his stoic façade of self-control, though the man did give him something of a 'look' that he was holding Niko without protest. Jorge did not react or flinch. He never reacted to people if he could help it, he just didn't want the attention. He did adjust his hold on Niko as requested however. “You were alone when I found you.” he responded to Niko's query. He gave the medic a small but meaningful shake of his head as he skirted around the subject of Kristhiana Milos. Now was definitely not the time to be discussing her.
Jorge was just desperately hoping that the medic was too wrapped up in his work to pay much attention to him. All his introspection and anger had still not been enough to entirely distract him from the feel of Niko's sculpted musculature pressed against his body, especially as those muscles rippled with tension as the medic did his work with the needle. If he thought for a moment that Niko would reciprocate his feelings of attraction... well it would be a dream come true for Jorge. It was difficult enough for him to satisfy his physical needs in Haven; his emotional needs were starved and long neglected.
“What are the risks of a concussion?” he asked the medic. If Niko needed watching it would give Jorge an excuse to stay a while longer. He wasn't quite sure why he wanted to torture himself that way but he felt an overwhelming desire to stay close to Niko and protect him. From what he was unsure; anything and everything? “Yes Jorge,” the medic sighed as he finished up his stitching, “Admiral, you need to come back to the medical centre for observation. At least that way I will be able to keep an eye on you and make sure you get the rest I already prescribed. What on earth were you doing outside during an incursion anyway?” the exasperated medic frowned in annoyance.
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Post by Nikolas Breyden on Sept 14, 2012 8:49:24 GMT 1
Niko closed his eyes, He could not see anyway and the effort was giving him more of a headache than he already had. As a matter of fact it was making him nauseous. He hiccuped as his stomach lurched but he capped it down, refusing to throw up.
"He already has a severe concussion Jorge, thats why the blow to his head took what was left of his sight." the medic informed him as he tied off the last stitch and put the tools away in his bag, "This is exactly why I told you to let someone escort you to the briefing." the medic realized it was Kris who was supposed to escort him. He noticed Niko's color and the hiccup and picked up the waste can from the floor, "Better to get it out, Sir." he said and held the waste can under his face.
Niko knew who was supposed to take him to the briefing and just the thought of her turned his stomach over and it cut loose. There was no stopping it. It was a good thing the wastecan was there and he had not eaten much that day. "Deserting bitch." he muttered once his stomach was empty. He noticed the strange silence just before the medic said he was to go to the medical bay for observation. "You know better than that." he complained. He did not do the medical bay. His ordeal when he was 15 had traumatized him so badly that he had to be moved from the medical bay to his own room just so he could rest, once his wounds had been debreeded for the third time. "No medical bay...someone can stay with me." he commanded. It was not a request.
The strong masculine scent of Jorge was ever present and he reached to pat his arm, "Jorge can stay with me...but I need a shower, badly." He tried to stand but the world swam and he sat back down. "Really?" he muttered his favorite word. "I need this blood off me...I need that...woman off me." he suddenly felt dirty and cheap. She used him then deserted him. She was a traitor and she made him explore things he never wanted to. If she wasn't so manly, he never would have looked at her twice. His one chance to appear normal to the elders was gone. Now, things were going to change. As soon as he was able, he would call a meeting of the elders and set them straight about their old fashioned, out of date beliefs that were just making people miserable...
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