OBSESSION

OBSESSION.



CHAPTER 7





I stormed off towards the awaiting vehicles. The two drivers jumped out immediately at my approach, giving the required stance and salute that befitted my rank.



“Sir,” they chorused, awaiting my orders.



I eyed them. Both were fine specimens of men, not as physically fit as any of my own hand-picked troop, but good looking in their own right, none the less. The taller of the two, Shears, had short, pale red hair, and freckles. He also had a small stud earring in his left ear. Unauthorised, no doubt. I would have to take him to task about that later. The other man, Wells, had dark hair, which he had loosely tied back from his sharp featured face in a pony-tail. His eyes were hid by dark sunglasses. Both men appeared a little nervous at my approach, as well they might, the scowl I was wearing.



“At ease men,” I ordered, my tension with Pike slowly abating as I began the customary habit of checking over both vehicles, wasting time with an idle inspection of the interior of the motors. A waste of time because I’d already decided which vehicle I was taking, Shears. Of the two, I knew he was the better, safer driver. And I wanted to ensure my little cadet reached first camp in one piece, didn’t I?



Thinking of the boy, I leaned back against the side of my chosen transport, folded my arms across my chest, and tried to appear as if I were bored, while all the while my eyes were scanning the group of men just a little way away from me, until my eyes settled on the one I wanted, the one I needed...badly. The one I yearned for...desperately.



He was sitting cross-legged upon the hard baked mud floor, fanning himself with his cap. He had taken off his military jacket, and had undone several of the buttons of his shirt. My eyes were drawn and held to the patch of smooth chest that showed in the small gap each time he moved his hand back and forth, watching mesmerized as the cloth twitched slightly with each sway of his hand. I ached to go across to him, to undo the rest of his buttons, to slide the shirt down over his slender shoulders and pull it from his arms, to lay him back against the ground, to position myself on top of his lean body, and cup him within my hand, kissing his soft lips as I teased him with my fingers...



My eyes narrowed as Pike appeared to approach him. But he veered off at the last minute, casting a hesitant glance in my direction. I smiled back at him innocently, giving a small wave of my hand. He’d better stay away from the boy, or a little slap on the arm would be the least of his problems.



“AAHHHHH...”



The shrill scream startled us all, and I had pushed myself away from the truck ready to face the enemy before the sound of laughter convinced me that we weren’t under attack. Although, thinking about it, who would dare have the guts to attack a troop of 1st Class soldiers? Especially with me among them!



All eyes were now fastened upon the source of the commotion. The brown haired mongrel was standing beside the young cadet, a hand holding his stomach as he laughed, tears streaming down his face. In his other hand he held a large, empty jug.



The little blond had risen to his knees, utter shock on his face. His head and upper body were dripping wet, his hair plastered down around his delectable face. The cold water that had been tipped over him made his clothing cling to him like a second skin, and his firm nipples pushed out against the thin fabric of his shirt. Oh, to bite down hard on those little beauties...



“What the……That was fucking freezing you stupid...”



More laughter, this time from several of my men, and the soaked youngster lunged and attacked the laughing boy that stood over him, grabbing him around his waist in a bear hug and pulling him down to the floor, wrestling with him, and trying to rub the laughing face in the now wet mud beneath them.



Oh god, but he was even more beautiful when he was angry!



His blue eyes flashed, and his nostrils flared. I was going to have to take him like that, fighting me, punching and kicking, biting and scratching, as if he were trying desperately to protect and hold on to his virginity.



I would pin him to the floor, holding his hands fast above his head with one of my own. I would lower my mouth towards his, pushing my tongue against, and past, his resisting lips, while I thrust myself against him, forcing his legs apart with my knee, and ripping at his clothing with my other hand. I would pull his pants from his thrashing limbs, and release him from the confines of his underwear. Still holding tightly to his hands, I would lower my head down and encompass his entire length within my mouth, sucking on him until he became aroused, until the fight in him died. Then I would...



A circle of tall, muscular bodies suddenly shielded the two grappling boys from my sight, snatching away the vision of my fantasy. I heard the roaring and the cheering of the onlookers, as they watched the two cadets continue to fight each other, none bothering to intervene, none bothering to break it up.



I couldn’t see what was happening! What if that filthy mongrel was hurting my little cadet? I raced towards the tight circle, pushing my way through, just as a loud cheer rose up through the ranks of watching men.



Aspen was on his back, helplessly held fast to the floor by the brown haired boy straddled upon his upper body. The little cadet’s chest was heaving, and his eyes sparked with anger and frustration. The mongrel’s eyes just sparkled with lust, even I could see that. He grinned at the helpless boy beneath him, saying something, and then, as if in slow motion, he began to lower his head down, down towards the slightly parted mouth below him. Aspen began bucking his body, twisting and turning, trying to throw the other from atop him. The men began cheering again.



“What the fuck is going on here?” I yelled, never surprised that the sound of my voice silenced all others. The laughter stopped, the cheering stopped, and the fighting stopped.



“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLDIERS!” I roared, treating them all to a look of utter disgust. They dropped their heads in shame, just as I knew they would. Bah……so bloody predictable.



The mongrel got quickly to his feet, offering his hand to the blond. I was pleased to see the boy push it away, standing up on his own, glancing at me but for the briefest moment, before he lowered his eyes to the floor, his pretty face a rosy shade of crimson.



I turned to glare at my troop of men, keeping silent. Leave it awhile, I thought, let them all squirm a bit longer. MAKE THEM SUFFER!...



The men began to shuffle their feet, and a few murmurings of ‘Sorry Sir’ could be heard.



“Break-time’s over. Get to the vehicles, all of you...NOW!” I spat. Oh yes, delivered with just the right amount of authority, just the right amount of scorn!



“And you...” I said, grabbing the mongrel by his lapels as he passed by me, hauling him up close to my face, his feet dangling in mid air. “You get in the same truck as me. I’m going to be keeping an eye on you,” I warned him, satisfied at the way he gulped, at the way in which his big brown eyes widened in fear. I let him go, dropping him like the trash he was onto the floor. He picked himself up, running quickly to catch up with the others, to try and distance himself from me and my anger.



I watched, amused, as they all made their way to the trucks. Not a word was spoken. My amusement dried up as I saw Pike about to climb into the front seat of the vehicle I had already pre-chosen.



“Pike!” I called, striding forward quickly. He turned to me with an expectant look upon his face. “You take the other one,” I ordered, simply. His face fell, but without a word, he climbed back out, and made his way to the front of the opposite truck, while the men began piling into the backs quickly, sitting along the side benches, glad of the shade that the canopy covers above their heads, provided.



Taking my place at the front of my chosen vehicle, next to Shears, I twisted in my seat to see where Aspen had gotten to. I couldn’t see him. I had presumed he would be with the mongrel, who had already parked himself down on the bench behind me. But all I saw was a moving wall of green clad muscle men, climbing into the truck and sitting quietly.



Then I saw him. He was at the rear of the other truck, being pushed and jostled by the larger men, as they forced him out of the way, shoving him to the back of the queue, making sure he knew his place, as far as they were concerned. I knew where his place was...and it certainly wasn’t at the back of a queue...



Finally the truck he was trying to get into was full, and the blond was stood outside, on his own, and I smiled, knowing he had no other choice but to make his way back, to me. I watched, as he trudged reluctantly across the small gap separating the two vehicles, keeping his head lowered, dragging his backpack along behind him on the floor.



He looked into the back of the truck, with dismay written all over his face. There was nowhere for him to sit in here either.



Oh Aspen, as long as I have a face, you’ll have somewhere to sit...



I was just about to call out to him, to tell him to make his way up to the front of the vehicle, when another voice beat me to it.



“Hey, come on, you can fit your little butt in here,” I heard the mongrel say. I cast an angry glare at the impudent pup, and saw him trying to squeeze up to make room on the bench beside himself.



The squeal of tyres, and a haze of dust indicated that Wells had pulled away. Now realising there was no other option available to him, other than being left here alone in the heat, the blond quickly scrambled into the back. His large eyes caught mine watching him, and I saw the blue orbs flash with unease and apprehension.



I opened my mouth and was just about to offer him the comfort of sitting next to me, when Shears slammed the accelerator down, causing the boy to pitch backwards. A hand shot out and grabbed him. The dark haired boy, pulling him down into the safety of the truck, pulling him down onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms around Aspen’s tiny waist and pinioning him tightly to his chest.



“Whoa...Steady there! Can’t afford to go losing you, can we, Sweetie?”



Sweetie?



I slapped Shears across the back of his head, angry at him for the abrupt start. He looked at me, wondering what he had done wrong, slowing the truck down slightly.



“Stop, you bloody fool,” I ordered, brashly. He did so immediately, bringing his foot down hard on the brake, causing everyone to jerk abruptly forward this time. I gritted my teeth.



“Thanks to your stupidity, we almost lost one of Commander Jake’s cadets. Would you be the one he’d fucking blame, if anything had happened to him?” I yelled, angrily. Shears looked back miserably towards the men sitting in the rear. I turned to look at them too. All eyes were upon me, waiting to see what I would do next. His eyes bored into mine. He looked like a frightened animal, caught within the arms of a predator. Well, I would be the one to free him!



“You Boy...Get up here, in the front with me. Where it’s...safer.”



The little blond cadet pulled out of the hands that held him, and scrambled from the truck, walking towards the front, his face blushing red, his beautiful eyes looking downwards at the ground. I opened the door for him, scooting over and patting the space beside me. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I tried!



“Sir...Thank you Sir,” he mumbled, his eyes still glued to the damn floor as he climbed in, slamming the door closed. I could feel the heat from his thighs as they pressed against my own within the narrow space we were in. His long, slim, slender thighs,thighs that really needed to be pried open, and kissed on the inside, and...



My gloved hand reached out, and I placed it gently upon his knee, which was slightly shaking. I gave it a squeeze, wanting nothing more than to slide my hand up,up,up... He raised his face, and turned those wonderfully amazing blue eyes of his upon me. His bottom lip was quivering.



Oh god yeah...he wanted me so badly!



A cough, and I withdrew my hand quickly from the blonds knee, suddenly remembering I was in a truck full of soldiers, not the ideal place for a ravishing...



“Would it be okay to go now, Sir?” Shears asked, coughing nervously again, one finger drumming impatiently on the steering wheel. I didn’t want to ‘go’ anywhere. I was enjoying the closeness of the boy, my fingertips still tingling from where I had touched him.



“Sir?”



I gave a deep sigh. I didn’t want to get to first camp quickly, I didn’t want to let the boy out of reach of my touch...not yet!



“It’s not a fucking race you know, Shears……………Take your time.”