Terrorcest one shots

(pt 1) language barrier

A/N: background Tommy is 18, living in Greece, Nikkis 18, drafted into the Army. Also, I have absolutely no fucking clue how the army works, so this may not be completely accurate. Also Since Tommy speaks greek the translations will be in here as well. My Greek stays consistently oiled, but we'll see lmao. We're also going to say that the draft was used at this time.

"Up and at Em boys." The sergeant crows.

Nikki sighs, throwing his thin blanket back. Back in Seattle he never had to get up at the ass crack of dawn. This was his only choice though, he's in good health, and passed all the armys requirements, so he was fucking doomed. On the bright side, he doesn't have to see his mother for the moment, and she can't get in contact with him.

He and the other men in his barracks get ready and presentable and go about their morning workouts, Nikki struggling a little with the intense pushup regiment. He was never the best at pushups, and they leave his arms feeling sore.

Soon enough, he stops his workout to stare at the other guys. The Army is a good place to be gay right? With the rampant homophobia? Still, Sixx finds most of the men at the very least, attractive.

Oh but Nikki has a type, and none of these guys exactly fit that. He wants someone thats kinda like him, long hair, sense of humor, loves music.  He just wants someone he can bond with, or at least connect on a personal level. It doesn't matter if that person is deaf, blind, crippled or what, he just wants someone to understand at least some part of him.

"FERANNA!" The drill sergeant barks

Nikki looks up to see the rest of his crew in two identical lines, waiting and at attention. Sighing, he gets up, and braces for the torrent of curses, insults, and foul, tobacco smelling breath. "YOU THINK YOU CAN SLACK OFF HERE FERANNA, DO YOU?!"

Any other place, and Nikki would have mouthed off. Told him to eat shit and die, or to go fuck himself with his ego since it was big enough to satisfy him. But, last time he told this asshole off, he got a weeks worth of loading and unloading ammunition for no fucking reason.

"No sir." Nikki gulps.

"Good, NOW GET IN LINE YOU MISERABLE ASSHOLE."Sergeant barks, shoving Nikki forward.

Nikki falls into line with his fellow mates, catching the eye of his ex boyfriend Vince. The two are still good friends, which basically means they still fuck. 

Nikki quickly gets his assignment for the family that volunteered to take him in. The Basses, a family who had entered into the program of taking in younger military members during their time overseas. Nikki heads over to the neighborhood of Plaka, smiling in the sunlight as children play below him, and the adults chit chat. He stops and buys a coke from a vending machine, and jumps to avoid being hit by a car as he crosses the street.

Nikki finds the squiggles that match the squiggles on the door and knocks softly. There's a click, and the door swings open, revealing a boy that looks his age. He's tall and lithe, with a UFO t-shirt on and short shorts. He's got a sharp jawline and dark eyes, with fluffy brown hair falling around his shoulders. Simply put, he's gorgeous.

Nikki feels his heart stop for a moment, but it quickly starts beating again as the boy gives him a smile. "Hallo, I Tommy!" He says in a rich greek accent.

"Hey, I'm Nikki." Nikki responds.

A middle aged woman is right behind him, as well as a teenage girl that looks like the boy, and an older man. Nikki looks behind the boy and waves to them as he's ushered into the house. The house is simply beautiful, made out of stone with a flat roof. A TV sits in the living room, paralleled by a couch with too many throw pillows. It's got a homey atmosphere to it, and Nikki is unsure of how to feel in a place like this.