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by Daniella Wright


  “What’s happening back at camp? Barnes is pretty tight lipped about the whole thing. How many of us made it back? It was chaos for a while.”

  Now I have to tell them. I hold my composure as I say, “You have a friend back at the field hospital who’s super worried about you two. You were the ones who went missing during the attack, and he wanted me to inform him the second I found out about you guys. No signal here, though,” I reply wryly, and they nod.

  “Yeah. We have that problem as well. Who’s the guy?”

  “Isaac Magdy. He… I regret to say this, but he’s the only one who made it. The rest perished. And you two…”

  God. Their faces frost over, processing the news that only three of them survived out of the twenty-eight who were caught. Neither were aware at all. I presume they must have instantly fled for cover, maybe some of the townspeople spotted them and flagged them over. Whatever happened, they didn’t see, they didn’t know.

  I just have to watch the devastation, and offer what comfort I can.

  The truth in this place is a weapon just as painful as a gun.

  Chapter Three

  A day passes. A day of working, of snatched breaths of rest, and more time spent with the missing men of Isaac Magdy’s platoon. There’s only three women here as part of the army, and I notice I’m drawing a lot of attention from the civilians and soldiers alike. I hide my features as best as I can because I don’t want to be a distraction, but blonde wisps of hair still curl out, and my eyes are still a striking, luminous green, in a room that is full of darker eye shades and darker skins.

  The attention I feel most flattered by, however, is Jason and Alex’s.

  It’s hard not to find the stares of those men invigorating and powerful. I tell myself often that I’m not here to fool around, I’m here to get the job done and serve my country, but it’s easier said than done, when you feel layers of frustration building up into you, and when it’s months and months without any sort of release, it does mean your mind starts wandering away, and thinking all sorts of thoughts.

  I had one vivid dream, hunched up in my corner of the bunker, trying to get to sleep for the night as the cold wrapped around. Honestly, I just wanted to visualize the scenario, thinking I’d get tired enough and fall asleep before anything happened. I imagined having conversations with Alex and Jason. I imagined we were sitting at the dining table back at home. We’d be talking about anything, really. The weather. If any of us have pets. How glad we are to finally be back home, rather than living under a foreign sun, wondering what sort of horrors might be awaiting us the next day.

  I’m already getting into the dream, smiling with my eyes closed. They’re both stunningly handsome, of course, wearing their tuxedos. Yes, they have tuxedos in my dream. Alex has that mop of blond hair, those dark eyes staring through long eyelashes, with his muscles barely contained under the suit. Jason has an easy going manner, he’s lounging back in his chair, blue eyes scintillating as he regards me. I like how he nods intently at my words.

  Then, for whatever reason, they decide to take things further. Their eyes rake along the twin globes of my chest, and of course, I’m now conveniently stripping down at this point. Maybe they asked to see what I look like beneath the uniform, and I oblige.

  I stand there in front of them in the dining room, and the heat between my legs is already greedy, longing for something to slide there and fill me up. They both give me knowing smirks, and they start to peel off their suits as well. The ties and shirts come off, and I’m presented with muscular perfection – a thin and toned chest, and a broad barrelled chest that looks as if it holds a hefty set of lungs. Both of them are completely different body types, and yet both have the type of physique to die for.

  In this scenario, when they take off their boxers, monster cocks spring to life, standing to attention, eager to trial me out. I’m just as eager to feel them inside me, to swallow, to do anything with them, just as long as my thirst is satisfied.

  I can’t help it. The dream is getting good, and I reach my hand down between my legs now, idly playing with myself down there as I envision the next string of events to happen with these men. I’m not always as nice as I appear on the outside. I have needs like everyone else. Longings. Desires.

  I wonder which of the two would touch me first. Perhaps Jason, reaching those long fingers towards me to caress my body, to make me skin shudder under his touch. Maybe Alex Baker will approach me as well, to run his hands over my cheeks, then reach to kiss my neck, even as Jason thrusts his tongue into my mouth. The heat those two generate is empowering, and I bask in it, desire it, and want them to take me and to never stop.

  The movements of my hand intensify as I imagine this. I’m getting super excited by now, and my fingers probe around my core, which is slick with arousal.

  I go further. I imagine Alex behind me admiring my curves, running his hands along my sides and then squeezing my rear, before with a gasp, both men embrace me from front and back. One erection presses against my stomach, the other is insistent against my back, and the promise of what’s to come sends a series of uncontrollable shivers through me.

  My dream fast forwards a little bit then, taking us all to the bed, and I’m kneeling, my legs spread decadently as Alex takes me from behind, his gorgeous length sliding into me over and over again.

  I gasp in triumph and pleasure as he slams into me, and I see Jason’s manhood protruding in front of me, and I gently wrap my mouth around it, making sure I don’t hurt him, and I use my tongue to give him the highest pleasure I can.

  If I’m honest, I’m not a fan of the idea of a blowjob, but I am a fan of the idea of giving someone the best pleasure possible.

  Thinking about his eyes closing in bliss, thinking about Alex pumping into me makes me gasp in pleasure in my stingy tent. My fingers work faster, now brushing more often than not over my bundle of nerves, seeking to bring myself as high as I can before I stumble over the edge.

  I imagine how close we all must be, how into each other we are, and how my core is hot, longing and needy for them. I feel the onslaught of my orgasm beginning to ripple through, and it takes me like a tidal wave, juddering out through every limb until I relax and tremble to a peaceful halt, allowing my fantasy to tumble away with my orgasm.

  It’s certainly one of the most intense climaxes I’ve had in a while, and I lie there in my bed, slightly dazed, panting, waiting for my heart rate to slow down and normalize, so I can perhaps focus on sleeping again.

  If they’re anything like what I’ve just imagined of them, then I think I’ll be hard pressed to keep myself calm. I’ve already seen what their bodies look like, after all. And I think they’re interested in me for sure.

  I wake up, happy, content, and refreshed for the day. I tend to the civilians, fall asleep after a long day of work, and again allow my mind to run over scandalous, salacious thoughts of Jason and Alex.

  They whisk me out of the shelter barely a few hours after I’ve woken the next day for a quick tour around the surrounding countryside, not where the ruin and disrepair is, but where the beauty still lingers in the environment, in the swooping lakes of the mountain bases, the green flooded fields beyond the arid dust, and the wildlife that thrives in the fluctuating terrain. I sit in the back of the ATV they drive, one of the army ones hidden out back from the main hiding spots, and although I protest and speak of the potential dangers, they tell me it’s obvious I need a break. They can see that I’ll go crazy with worry over my patients, especially the ones where I don’t have enough supplies for, and have to make do with other, imperfect props.

  I feel a little sad as I observe the two men in front of me, as they chatter and point out all the things they find fascinating about the area. In another place, another time, I think I could have gotten along really well with them. If either asked me on a date back at home in Michigan, I would have accepted it without a second’s thought.

  No need to mention that I’ve already been thorou
ghly imagining them in another scenario, barely a few days after I’ve tended to them.

  Jason, with his blue eyes, and windswept dark hair, muscles slender but toned under his clothes, waves around to show me the scenery, garrulous and enthusiastic about what he sees. Alex Baker, less talkative, dark eyes scowling from light blonde hair, with muscles closer to a gorilla’s build, helpfully cuts into Jason’s speech every now and then with observations of his own.

  Both privates seem like good friends, and I’m charmed by the both of them, smiling as they share a little piece of themselves.

  Jason taps the steering wheel. “I have to admit, sometimes when things get too much, taking walks soothes me. Whether it’s at home or here. There’s a lot of beauty. We think these places are just nothing but ruin and desert, but they’re not. There’s a lot of green,” Jason says, pointing at a copse of trees. The ATV thrums past, startling the remnants of wildlife concealed there.

  “I listen to music,” I admit, “or I just close my eyes and pretend nothing else exists in the world. I don’t do so much walking or driving, but it’s certainly wonderful to see the power of nature.”

  “It is!” Jason exclaims, smiling at me. His smile temporarily steals my heart, and I imitate it. “But you know, it can be hard at times. The fighting, the stress of everything that’s going on – it makes me want to escape sometimes, you know? To shrug off the word around me and try and remember the beauty that exists. The view certainly helps to keep me in good spirits.” At this, his smile turns bashful. It goes straight to my heart, and I feel hard pressed not to just start melting on the spot.

  “What view are you talking about?” I respond, though I’m well aware of his attention upon me, along with the twin stare of Alex Baker’s eyes. Jason’s hand seems to clutch the wheel tighter as he replies, “You, of course.”

  Alex smiles. “I’m inclined to agree with my friend.”

  Oh my. My cheeks flush crimson, unable to hide behind the mask I’m usually good at propping over my face. I know it’s not the best place or time, but damn, these guys are attractive. Of course, now my treacherous mind decides it’s a fantastic idea to start picturing what it might be like to have the both of them in bed with me, figuring out what kind of lovers they might be. Alex seems like the strong and silent type, utterly focused in the act of pleasure. Jason seems like the type who probably wants to tease, running his fingers along soft skin, enjoying the impact his touch has.

  It makes me both nervous and excited to be watched by these two men, to be so blatantly admired by them. But I also don’t know enough about them, so I seize the opportunity to be able to glean some information out of them, to store for later possibilities.

  “What brings you fine men over this side of the Atlantic, then? I know my purpose. I wanted to save lives. I hated seeing people in pain, and I wanted to learn to patch it up as best as I could. And in war zones, well, pain is prevalent. It’s in the families, their cultures, their lives, a constant thread of battered souls. And I want to help.” I blush again. My parents think I’m far too soft to be in this position, far too ideological to cope with the traumas of war, but I think my softness is what makes me strong. I just wish other people saw it like that as well.

  “Pretty noble reasons,” Jason says, one dark eyebrow raised in admiration. He stops the ATV for a moment, nearby a patch of shimmering green and fragrant plants. “My reasons aren’t quite so noble.”

  We get out of the ATV, and we walk a little way across the green, our shoes sinking into it. I’m anxious, though I try not to show it, because I want to trust these guys in what they’re doing and where they’re going.

  “I was a drop out at school. No good at any of my grades, but good with martial arts and training my body. Not quite good enough to get that scholarship into a sports college because I still needed some good grades. But good enough to make it into the army. My family back home are super proud I’m serving our country. ‘Killing them terrorists,’ as they like to say. But the real terror is the impact of war. It’s…”

  He hesitates as Alex, in front of us, spreads his arms wide, stopping us from walking further. Fear digs into me.

  “I heard something,” he whispers. “We should start heading back.”

  No sooner than we turn on our heels, then a massive explosion reverberates about thirty feet from us, spewing debris and chunks everywhere. Gunfire rattles out. Figures emerge from the cover in the distant hill, firing for us when it became clear we would no longer approach their position.

  Panic slices me. The fear inside me blossoms to life, and we all start running. I’m not armed, and the men are outnumbered. Our goal is to sprint for the ATV, but I stumble and trip, slamming full force into the ground with the wind being knocked out of me.

  I wheeze, seeing Baker and White disappear over the next hillock. Please. Please don’t leave me.

  The enemy insurgents are shouting in their own language, approaching closer in their own mad dash. I cover my head as more bullets whizz past, and I try to roll into better cover, but I know I’m not going to make it.

  In the darkness shielded by my arms, I feel myself hauled by the collar of my neck and hip, and I’m spun around, flung over someone’s back before I have time to register what’s going on or to scream. Through the bobbing motion, I see the enemy soldiers in the grass, getting further and further away, and then I see Jason White reassuring me – and I realize I’m slung across Alex Baker’s muscular back. They came back for me.

  Relief floods inside as I’m bundled into the ATV, Jason hops to the wheel and kicks the engine into action, and we speed off out of the line of enemy fire. More bullets pepper, and I see Jason wince as one strikes him, causing blood to spurt out of his shoulder. He jerks the steering wheel erratically before getting it back in control, gritting his teeth against his throbbing shoulder as he picks up speed.

  When we get back into the town, we try to run the rest of the way after parking the ATV, and we’re out of breath as we duck into the shelter. Jason is slowly turning paler, and Alex hobbles – I see the graze of a bullet on his leg, revealing the burnt flesh underneath.

  Straight away, when we get back, we report to commander Barnes of the enemy, and his face tightens.

  “I’m going to have to spread the word. If they’re that far away, it won’t be long until we’re surrounded.”

  I nod, before ushering Jason and Alex into a bed together. There’s no room to have civilians or soldiers to be treated to a bed each. I pull the privacy blinds over them, and notice there are four more medics in the base now, all summoned by Barnes from the other field hospitals in the region for the extra assistance here. It’s needed, because I can’t tend to the entire compound alone – and they’ve brought additional medical supplies with them, helping to alleviate the burden placed.

  I tend to Jason and Alex’s injuries. The bullet has gone cleanly through Jason, making it a job for stitching and disinfecting, and then bandaging it up tight and recommending to restrict movements in that arm until it heals better. I deal with the graze on Alex’s leg as well, and see that it’s directly burnt into some of the sinew there, so again, he will need to restrict his movements, though it should heal faster than Jason’s wound.

  I can’t help but notice in the meanwhile that they’re both incredibly sculpted, body wise. Their tops are off to stop the sweat soaking in, and for me to check for additional injuries. Both of them have forms to die for, and I try my hardest not to openly stare.

  “Thank you for coming back for me. But why? It was safer to keep running.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Alex says then, his voice a growling outburst. “No way would we leave you behind. You’re our medic.”

  “And you’re too valuable to abandon. I mean, look at us,” Jason says, a wry smile on his handsome face. “We’re here because it’s whatever for us. You’re here because you actually, sincerely want to save people. Man, woman, child. That makes you a good person. And worth saving.”
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  The high compliment astounds me. I’ve never thought of myself like that. Mostly though, if I’m honest, because if I start thinking like that, it won’t be long until I go down the long, slippery road into feeling morally superior to everyone around me. It’s not the case. I have my morals, and others have theirs. I stick by them because I believe they’re right, but I know I can’t change the world because I wish it.

  I have to work for it.

  Still, it’s hard not to be flattered, and to not notice their perfect forms. By now, night has fallen upon the region, and it seeps through the walls, chilling the place like a freezer. I’m cold, and I hear the complaints around of those shivering under their blankets. I also see Jason and Alex shiver in the dim light. I was considering sleeping hunched up by the medical tables, as there’s not enough beds for everyone, but it’s cold. They’re cold. And I’m tired.

  Yawning, I crawl into bed with them after informing the other medics I’m taking my nap, and the men blink at me in surprise.

  “It’s best for us to conserve our energy by sharing warmth,” I say, though the ulterior motive barely contains itself in my mouth. I want to feel the strong, reassuring presence of these two men beside me. I’m sandwiched in the middle, lying on my back, and they both curl up into me, their cold bodies digging into my heat, distributing it until we all warm up under the blankets. Their arms drape over me, and it’s strange but beautiful at the same time. We all had a near death experience. We are taking solace in each other’s company.

  There will be back up for us. Barnes has sent messengers out to ask for help. They can’t afford to leave in the darkness, not when they’re unsure where the enemy is.

  I’m not sure if I’ll be getting much sleep tonight. Not with the worry. And not when I’m thinking about Jason and Alex’s naked torsos next to me.

 

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