No Fear

Chapter Six

Third Person Pov:

Now the next war comes along and of course Tom and Tord come out to fight to the death. Their hair sways in the wind as sand drifts past their feet. Toms glare indicates he's very angry at his rival, while Tord has a softer gaze and a wish not to fight but he knows it's inevitable.

Tom pulls out his dagger and runs toward his enemy, he spins, jumps up, then slashes down on Tord. But Tord manages to block it with a katana he somehow pulled out from a sheath just in time for him not to get sliced.

Tom jumps back and looks at him in confusion, Tom asks Tord, "Since when did you have a katana and know how to use it?"

"I bought it, then I took classes for melee weapon training," Tord answers quite casually. "Now I'm ready for your hand to hand combat Tom." Tord holds his katana in fighting position, he's ready.

"You'll never be a master though, Commie," Tom dashes toward Tord, Tord goes to slice at the side, but Tom dodges by turning to the side and sliding past him. When he's sliding, he slices Tords arm, it bleeds.

Tord yells out a, "Fuck!" and holds his bloody arm, he knows now that he isn't going to beat Tom this way. He's not as trained as Tom, Tom is like a master at this.. no... he is a master at this.

But Tord still refuses to give up on fighting with his melee weapon, which Tom continues to use his dagger since he's a fair person.

They continue to fight for about a hour, this is the longest their fight has ever been, usually Tom wins in about thirty minutes. Tord's rather beat up though, he's bleeding from many areas.

"Give up yet Commie?" Tom asks Tord with a dastardly smirk.

The only thing Tord knows will make Tom run away is something he hates... We all know what that is.

Tord makes a "Come at me" motion with his hand and Tom growls to this. Tom is annoyed on how persistent Tord is.

Tom runs toward Tord but before he can slash, Tord grabs his wrists in a swift motion and pins him on to the hard ground.

"What the fuck are you-" Tord kisses Tom once again and Toms eyes widen, of course Tom starts to struggle. The fact that they're on the battle grounds where other people are makes him very uncomfortable since they can be seen.

Tom gasps when Tord becomes more passionate and slides his tongue into Toms mouth. Tom feels absolutely disgusted from this, but he still can't help but moan a little as he shuts his eyes tightly. At this point, Tom sees there's no point in struggling, so he goes still and just lets Tord kiss him.

After a full minute of muffled pleadings for Tord to stop, Tord pulls away and Tom immediately turns his head to the side as he pants, he was barely breathing. Toms face is full of blush and he's quiet as he says, "Y-you fucker.. you a-asshole.. I can't b-believe yo-"

"Tom, I love you," Tord says, Tom flinches.

Tom looks up at Tord, saliva drips down his chin from the wet kiss. He doesn't fully know how to respond to that, so he asks, "Didn't you always want to see me upset our whole lives though."

"I still do," This severely confuses Tom. He loves Tom, but wants to see him cry? That makes no sense! Tord looks away with an unsure look. "I'm very conflicted."

"Just l-let me go already!" Tom struggles rather weakly.

"Not until you forfeit," Tom looks at him with a hateful glare.

"Never,"

"Fine, then I'll have to continue to play with you,"

"Th-this is rape!"

"Not unless you like it, which I'm sure you will,"

"No!-" Tom gasps when Tord leans his head down to Toms neck and begins to tease it. Tom can't help but let out small moans and cute gasps, he's a rather quiet moaner. He squirms in such a way it looks like he's enjoying himself, but his logical brain sincerely hates this.

Toms body gets hot, he isn't sure if it's the sun beaming on them or the heated moment, but he hates it either way. He tries to say things like "Stop!" and "No!" but whenever he says them, they come out as soft whispers in between moans.

Tord takes the dagger out of Toms right hand and throws it aside, he tangles his fingers into Toms on both hands. Tord is loving every noise Tom makes, while Tom is just embarrassed of them. Tord grinds a bit, which Tom gasps to every small thrust against his crouch.

Tord almost slides his hand up Toms shirt, until Paul calls from far away, "Red Leader! We have to go! All of our men are either injured or dead!"

Tord mutters a, "Fuck" Tord pulls away from Toms soaking wet neck that's covered in several hickeys now. Tord looks down at Tom to see he's completely helpless, in fact, he's almost passed out. He's panting and his eyes are loosely shut, he's completely still except for his heaving chest.

Tord gets a idea. If he can't get Tom to surrender, then maybe he could just take (kidnap) him and bring him back to base, he could even probably blackmail the Rebellion to do anything he wants if he does this.

At this point, Tom is already passed out. Tord picks Tom up bridal style and quickly runs over to his jeep, Paul look at him in surprise.

"You actually-"

"Just drive," Tord cuts Paul off.

Paul sighs then says, "Yes Sir,"

They then drive off into the wasteland and on their way back to base. Tord is rather happy he made this decision.