This is a yaoi (boyxboy). Smut will be involved as well as many graphic scenes. All of the characters used are my own. And I swear if someone acuses me otherwise it wont be pretty. Enjoy ~MW
Maxwell's P.O.V.
Yet another day as the youngest commander in this war. Why anyone trusted a damn 15 year old to command an army beats me. But here I am, leading the last of my people against a crap ton of vampires, werewolves and God knows what else. And damn they do know. Between Hades and Anubis forming their little team, and then letting Aries (Greek God of war) out of his tomb. Almost the entire human race was wiped out like pouring water down an ant hill. Most of the Sargents here don't enjoy being out ranked by someone so young. But that's what happens when you don't use your brain.
I make my way rather quickly to the soldier barracks, still early but I had some issues with several of the soldiers. Not really discipline issues. More like.....not being able to control myself near them issues. Yes I am gay. But come on. There's only 6 women in the camp and they are damn ugly. Though really that's not why I'm gay. I was born with it. I have always seen that it can be a choice. But not for those born with it.
Gently I run my fingers through my snow white hair, fixing it to make sure it covers only one of my light blue eyes. I practically boot the door in half with my black army boots, my unbuttoned camouflage jacket flapping behind me like a cape. Within seconds all of the soldiers are on their feet at attention. I attempt to hide a smirk at their obedience. I'm no dominator, but it is fun having power over people.
Slowly I stroll down the path they formed, not making eye contact or speaking. My semi athletic arms just relaxed at my narrow sides. I'll admit, I'm not very muscular. More of an athletic build. I smirk widely when I here a cough. Just what I was waiting for.
"Soldiers! Do you realize you are some of the last humans alive?! And you cant seem to hold a cough in!? How are you supposed to fight a Minotaur?! Or even a pathetic skeleton!?" I barely yell at them, my voice actually rather relaxed. Yet every last one of them flinches like I was swinging a sword. I try not to laugh. They are scared of a 15 year old emo......uhm.....commander, yet they barely budge at a charging hell hound. I should know, I saw that battle.
I turn in a quick motion, a wide grin on my face. Several are literally shaking at this point. But something is missing. Quickly I grab a familiar soldier. Vincent Hyun. The only survivor of the Beijing Hydra massacre. His emerald eyes looking in my icey blue ones. I lean in towards him, whispering oh so gently in his ear
"Where?" I smile as I feel him shiver from my words. Not really my type, he's a touch too submissive. But adorable beyond belief. He knows how much I've hit on him. But it would be much better if he'd be just more dominant.
"Weight room. Possibly even the sword hall." I let him go, stepping back. He is clearly off balance. Probably in pure bliss from some fantasy that went through his head. I laugh and smirk.
"Mr. Hyun! Get dressed. The rest of you can get your damn boots on and go run a fucken training drill till I say you can stop!" I walk out as I wait on Vincent. Though I'm quickly pulling my revolver when I hear them giving the poor guy shit. Now I'm pissed. They're doing my damn job for Christ's sake!
"Quit fucken talking and get fucking moving damn it! Before I send you to hell myself!" Within seconds the soldiers are out and off to the training field. But when I notice Vincent missing, I quickly go back in. To my utter horror I find him kneeling on the floor in tears. I hurry over and bring him to his feet. His black hair is covering his no doubt blood shot eyes. He's dressed in urban camouflage cargo pants, a black plain tshirt, and black combat boots.
He seemed to calm rather quickly when he felt the brace, moving the hair from his face. I smile slightly as he blushes slightly. I turn around and start walking out with Vincent right behind me.
"Vincent what happened?" I ask as we reach the weight room. He freezes for a second before talking. His form almost frail at this point.
"Just pathetic name calling sir. The commander's pet, The emo's knife, and the forgotten ri-" I cut him off with a gaze of pure hatred. I am no master. And to call Vincent my knife!? Hell they better hope that Vincent decides to forget their names. I mule kick the double doors open, steam rising off my shoulders.
"JAMES GOD DAMN RANKIN! FALL IN DAMN IT!" Within seconds I here the crash of weights and the hurried foot steps of a busted soldier. James quickly came around the corner hitting attention hard, shooting a death glare at the distraught Vincent.
"What the hell are you fucking doing!? You were strictly banned from all physical activity soldier! Or did you forget about the reason you got that damn scar!?" James was one of my front line men. And the only other guy in the base I hit on. His sapphire eyes went wide looking at how pissed I was. I mean. He is my ex. So obviously he knows my looks.
Unfortunately a couples weeks back we had a run in with a skeleton army. James acted quickly and destroyed the summoner, destroying most of the undead horde. But one survived. Ended up slashing open James's wind pipe. He was extremely lucky to survive. Thanks to some quick medic work.
James looked away, defeated. I couldn't help but smirk. I always won our fights. Yet I swear. He made up for it in bed. I might only be 15, but I ain't dieing a virgin.
"Go join the group James. I need to speak with Vincent." James quickly ran off, not sure what to expect. Heck even I didn't know what they were up to. Though once gone I faced Vincent smiling. He blushed slightly and whispered rather cutely.
"Permission to hug you sir?" Slowly I walked over to him. My eyes locked with his. He watched me closely, I could tell his heart was now racing. Just by the way his breathing was picking up.
"Only if you quit being so submissive when we are alone." I whisper gently as I softly kiss his cheek. He in turn shivered and wrapped his arms around me, holding me in tight. I couldn't help it at this point. I was falling for him.
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So what do ya think. This actually happened in a dream lately. Please comment and vote! ~MW
