Stephen
snapped his rifle to his shoulder instantly. “I just saw you shot,” he said.
A
small smile curved the man’s sensual mouth. Closer to, his hair was chestnut,
his eyes amber. He was even more handsome, compellingly so. He was tall, his
body lean, the suit moulded perfectly to his every curve. “My powers of
recovery are legendary.” His voice was soft and his accent was foreign, perhaps
Eastern European.
Stephen
frowned. He curved his finger around the trigger. “Who are you?”
The
man bowed. “Istvan Blasko. At your service. And yourself?”
Stephen’s
finger cramped he held himself so tense. “Stephen,” he said reluctantly. “Where
are you from?”
“Budapest.”
The
rush of adrenaline into his blood made Stephen’s legs shake. He depressed the
trigger a fraction. “You’re my enemy.” His words sounded unconvincing to his
own ears.
Istvan
shrugged. “If you say so. I’m not really sure what’s going on.”
Stephen
stared at him. “What? Do you need a history lesson man? Austria-Hungary started
this, remember? I’m here because of your countrymen.”
Istvan
regarded him for a long moment. His expression was conciliatory. He seemed
entirely peaceable. “I’m sorry,” he said.
Stephen
swallowed. “Are you armed?”
Istvan
shook his head.
“What
do you want?” How exactly did Istvan get through the barbed wire without a
scratch and descend into the trench without a sound? Stephen wasn’t exactly
feeling the threat any more. He lowered his rifle.
Istvan
looked around. His gaze followed a rat running the length of the trench until
it disappeared into the officers’ quarters. “I don’t know,” he said. “I wanted
to see for myself.”
Still
Stephen was perplexed and uneasy. “What did you want to see?”
“What
man will perpetrate on man.” Istvan looked saddened. “I’ve seen bodies blown to
bits. Rotting corpses in No Man’s Land. Horses drowned in the mud. I’ve seen so
much that I’m sick at heart.”
Stephen
looked at him in bemusement. Istvan sounded like he’d been touring the
battlefields of Europe.
“I
don’t know where to go to escape it.”
Stephen
shook his head. “Neither do I.”
A
broad smile cracked Istvan’s severe face. He laughed softly, his teeth pearly
and straight and it was infectious. Stephen laughed too. He propped his rifle
against the fire step and loosened his tight collar. He wondered for a moment
if Istvan was a ghost or if he was delirious and seeing apparitions in the
trench.
Istvan
stepped forward. Stephen’s laughter died away. He lunged for his rifle but
Istvan put his body in the way. “Don’t be afraid,” he said softly as he curved
a hand around the back of Stephen’s head. “I won’t hurt you. Not in a million
years.”
Stephen
gasped as the lean length of Istvan’s body pressed against his and the
stranger’s cool lips brushed his throat. A shudder ran the length of his spine
and his cock filled without warning, stiffening in record time at human contact
after so long. Never mind it was a man; that was one of Stephen’s secrets,
something he was ashamed of.
He
grasped Istvan’s shoulder as the Hungarian mouthed his neck, kissing lightly,
licking at the skin with a hot, wet tongue. “Please...” Stephen tried to say,
aware they could be caught at any moment.
Istvan
thrust a thigh between his, rocked against Stephen’s aching cock and Stephen
bucked uncontrollably, a small moan spilling from his mouth. This had to be a
dream. Soon he would wake up in his bunk with his belly wet with semen and the
sound of shelling raining down overhead. It would be fun while it lasted
though.
Istvan
breathed heavily against his throat, lavishing it with kisses. He cupped Stephen’s
head almost tenderly in one strong hand before he parted his lips and the
pointed tips of two sharp teeth pricked Stephen.
Stephen’s
rifle clattered to the trench floor as he tried to jerk away. Istvan pressed
him to the fire step, held him close as he bit him. Stephen’s skin broke, his
blood flowed and he felt his energy instantly vanish. His legs buckled and
Istvan held him up. He clutched at the stranger’s back as the trench swam in
and out of focus and realised he was still aroused and the sensation was
pleasant. Just when he thought he might come, everything turned black.
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