The Modern 1

Index

TERIMINAL....... Meeting the Ace of Spades Elite, and his unfavorable situation.
JACKS................. Meeting the Joker, who's trying to help the Ace out.
SOUNDS............ Terminal losing track of Jacks, and encountering something else?
FANTAZISING... Terminal daydreaming about Jacks behind his back.
PHYSICAL.......... Jacks advances on Terminals sexual desire at the worst time.
SEXUAL............... Jacks and Terminal fucking within the 3rd Level "Safe House".

Note: This takes place in my Universe known as Modern. The Military Ranking system is based like a deck of cards. Black Uniforms, - Spades - make up Guards and Common Police. - Clubs - make up Riot control. Red Uniforms, - Diamonds - making up Quarantines soldiers. - Hearts - handle Extermination and population Control. Aces are the Elites of every unit. And the Joker is the Best of them all. This interactions is between the latest Ace of Spades Elite and the Joker. Terminal and Jacks.

1 Teriminal

Terminal, at least that's his given code name. Pressing his hand to his side. He felt the pain only increase. Shuddering as he collapsed against the wall. Staring into black nothingness that was the 3rd level. "Fuck", holding his pistol in hand.

Name: Mich J. Wilberns
Code name: Terminal
Soldier Ranking: Ace of Spades.
Mentality: Stressed

Looking up at the only ray of light left. Coming from the manhole above him. Even that light was fake, bounced off from the lamps above. Since no sun made it through the 1st level. Everything looked a muted black and grey, tinged in yellowish brown.

The silence of level 3 was ungodly .The slightest noise seemed to echo for miles within the unground tunnels. And, all it seemed like Terminal was hearing was the ringing in his own ears. But, he knew better then to stand to long in the light. Whispering, "Jesus Christ" as he stepped into the pitch black.

It felt like he was walking for miles. Knowing very well there was an elevator to the surface. But, where was more like the problem. The tunnels covered the entirety of the cities underground mass. Held up by the ancient pillars of their forefathers. Beams of solid unknown material that seemed to carry the layers of the city on its back bone.

Looking back over his shoulder. He swore he heard something. Or was he hearing things? Not waiting around to find out if it was man or more. Terminal kept walking alongside the wall. Unable to see in the dark thick as tar all around him. The feelings of the wet stone build walls sent shivers up his spine. Praying that the feeling of wet stone to gross mush was just moss on wet stone. Trying not to let the unknown scare him any further into madness. It could just be leaking water, and fungus. But the thought it could be the blood draining from the rotting bodies from 2nd Level didn't end. Nor did any other intrusive fantasy either.

Feeling that the wall came to a sharp turn. Terminal just kept beside it. But another sound had him whirling around. It sounded like fabric shuffling against itself. Daring not to move. Terminal pressed his back to the only wall he knew. Removing his hand from his wounded side to cover his own mouth and nose.

He closed his eyes. The ringing in his own ears being replaced with the sounds of bare flesh on the concrete flooring. The slapping sound growing louder. And, as it neared Terminal, he'd hold his breath. Feeling dread as the sounds seemed to multiplying. As if it had multiple limbs that were crawling all along the tunnel walls. Unable to tell if the echo was the cause of this effect. Or if this was something his imagination was making up as a scare. At first, Terminal assured himself. It was probably a depraved civilian from level 2, who fell into the shaft. And as whatever it was passed by him. The smell nearly made him choke. Terminal opened his eyes, daring to look in its direction. Seeing nothing but pitch black, and hearing the sounds of its bare skin dragging against concrete. Once it was out of range, Terminal back tracked. Going back around the corner, but slamming straight into someone?!

2 Jacks

The scare nearly caused him to screamed, luckily for him whoever quickly clamped his own mouth shut with their hand. When all was dead quiet again. Whoever let go of Terminals mouth slowly. Leaving a bit of silence before a glow stick was cracked!! The sound allot louder then it needed to be.

Squinting his eyes after having seen nothing but black for so long. Finally Terminal got a good look of the silhouette. Which let his shoulder slump in relief. "Jacks, fuck heavens it's you", said Terminal itching at his head.

Name: Jacks M.Barbadon
Code name: 1266
Soldier Ranking: The Joker
Mentality: Critical

Jacks asked. "Were you bitten"? Pointing to Terminals face. In which Terminal quickly looked at his gloved hand. Seeing the smeared blood. He began wiping the back if his hand against his mouth. "No no, I was shot". Looking down at his side. Jacks following the gaze.

"Would you mind pointing me to the elevator"? Asked Terminal looking into the pitch black. But, a little surprised when Jacks offered to take him there. "Aren't you on execution duty"? But, Jacks chuckled lightly. "What, you think those rich tailed assholes can govern me down here. Let's go". Giving Terminal a nudge to move. "Light's out", said Jacks as he hurled the glowstick in the opposite direction they were going.

3 Sounds

Terminal stayed close to Jacks. The smell a bit unwelcomed, but that came from working down here. And, in all honesty his underline musk didn't seem to bad. When Jacks suddenly stopped, causing Terminal to bump into him. He was a bit worried that it might be something coming towards them. Yet feeling Jacks tug him to keep moving again, he brushed it off. As they kept going deeper and deeper through the black tunnels. Terminal was surprise how quiet Jacks moved for being a thicker man. Which was odd, since Jacks could always be identified by the sound of his boots in the station. As if he wanted others to know it was him. Which lead to another issue.

Terminal walked face first into a wall!! Grabbing his nose. He quickly realized that Jacks must have turned!! Whirling around, he couldn't tell where though. Or what fucking wall they were beside!!

Wanting to curse to all hell, but calling out might lure anything their way. However he heard a sound which turned him around once more. Seeing a glowstick just down the hall, it was in some ones hands. Mumbling to himself. "Jesus Jacks, signal me when your gonna turn". But honestly Terminal was grateful Jacks noticed him missing so soon. Least until Terminal started approaching, which got slower and slower. Noticing the lack of movement coming from the other. A weird feeling crawled up his spine. That's not Jacks.

Terminal began backing up. Realizing that could be the glowstick Jacks threw away .... He didn't take his eyes off it, afraid it might start moving. As Terminal kept walking, he bumped into something!! But this time, his reaction was to punch it. Lucky for him Jacks grabbed Terminals fist. That familiar musk kicked in again. Calming the poor Ace. The two quickly looked at the glowstick being held by something. Jacks reassured Terminal that it was just a deaf person. And, as the two continued once more. Terminal looked back at the glowstick, spooked that whoever started running down a different hall.

4 Fantazising

The sounds of water dripping was driving Terminal insane. That was the only sound besides the occasional ringing in his ear. Keeping much closer to Jacks this time. He was practically against the mans back. The dark not allowing for much to look at. It left Terminal in his mind. A curious thought about Jacks began to pop in. There was allot he didn't know about the "Titan". His musk however was not helping, as a thought of Jacks in the showers popped in his mind.

The mans scarred body seemed to always look intriguing. Both when covered in blood and remains after a "shift". And, even when he was cleaning himself off in the showers. He wondered why the soldiers didn't dare enter the showering room with him. Course Terminal always waited outside too, watching through the window for his turn. He didn't want to go in, it seemed out of place if it was just him and Jacks in the shower. Another memory came to mind. Terminal being the sentimental type. Having lost his silver cross. He was surprised when Jacks of all soldiers picked it up from the elevator for him. Course it didn't help the man just got out of the shower, and decided not to put a towel on when approaching him.

Distinctly remembering Jacks cock. Wondering just how big it really was fully erect. It wasn't a secrete that Jacks fucked guys. And, Terminal just coming out after being caught getting fucked in the pool room. Probably the whole other reason he ended up down here.

The idea of Jacks though. Feeling his fingers brush over every scar and dip on his body. Firm hands pinning him against the cold solid walling. His musk filling the air. He just wanted to see the Elite tower over him and biting at his unscarred skin.

5 Physical

Knocked out of his daydream!! Terminal felt his whole body knocked against the wall. Realizing Jacks was the one to do this. He heard the Elite whisper in his ear to remain quiet. Something was coming closer. Terminal was praying that Jacks wouldn't notice his semi hard cock beneath his combat pants. After all it was dark and he had been touching himself beforehand.

The sound getting closer, a strange metal dragging along the ground.

Feeling Jacks weight against him. It was start to get a hot under the collar. Which was only made worse when Jacks removed his hand from Terminals mouth. Dropping it lower. At first Terminal thought Jacks was reaching for the pistol in his hand.

As the sound grew closer. An ear-piercing metal digging into metal. Causing Terminal to cringe at the sound.

Yet he felt his belt tugged at!! Looking to Jacks, he couldn't make out the other in the pitch black. But he felt the weight of their stare. He knew .... Terminal tried to stop him, now wasn't the time!! But having his hand pinned against the wet stone walling. The two stopped moving when the metal sounds ceased. .... Terminal holding his breath. He felt Jacks slip his gloved hand within his pants. Rubbing his rough fingers along his inner thigh. Causing Terminal to shudder. Once the sounds picked back up again. Jacks moved his hand up and to the Ace's cock. Getting Terminal from semi hard to full erection. The sensation alone after so long had his body reacting without much resistance.

Terminal rested his head back against the wall. He didn't give two shits how dirty it was, he couldn't stop envisioning Jacks right now. He could hear a bit of fabric moving. Assume it might have been Jacks mask. His lips meeting Terminals had the Ace slowly sinking into the big mans touch.

As the sound continued to pass on. Luckily unware of the two.

Terminal pulled from the kiss, looking down whatever hall it went. "Fuck, Jacks what are you doing"? But only getting a chuckle. "We gotta get~" yet his words were cut short when Jacks messaged along Terminals crown. Pulling faint moans from the soldier. The smell between them becoming thicker. Jacks didn't let up, moving his mouth from Terminals lips to the soldiers jaw line. "Fuck Jacks quit teasing me and fuck me". But, Jacks yanked Terminal off the wall. Slipping his hand free from their warm pants. Whispering in their ear. "Not here". Jacks dragged the Ace down further into the tunnel. Terminal completely shook up how fast this escalated so suddenly. But, he wanted it at the same time.

6 Sexual

Coming to a dim lit room. Terminal was surprised any lighting worked down here. Power was practically none existent on the 2nd level, let alone the third. Entering the sealed up room. Terminal made out the details that someone staying down here. Assume it was Jacks safe house. The sound of a solid metal door groaning to a shut made Terminal jump!

It was just Jacks shutting and locking up the heavy duty door. Terminal of course spotted the makeshift bed. It wasn't grand but it would probably do for what they were gonna need. Unbuckling his vest and setting it aside, Terminal nearly jumped feeling Jacks arms warp around his torso. "Fuck~ your way to quiet", said Terminal as he reached for his own shirt. Jacks helping the Ace along, tossing the shirt aside.

Terminal still had his wound, and though it wasn't worth wasting medical material over. Jacks still left the soldiers side to grab a medical kit. "You shouldn't, these supplies-" "Shut up slut", barked Jacks, surprising the lean male. Jacks returned to clean and dress Terminals wound. "Wont have a bitch bleeding on my shit", giving Terminal a cocky grin. The Ace chuckled lightly, wincing when Jack put on the bandage then slapped it!! "AH-! Alright fuck", shoving Jacks back heartily.

Jacks shoved Terminal down on the bed though!! For a moment Terminal felt like he shouldn't be doing this. But the thought was gone in seconds as Jacks began undoing his belt. Terminal getting to his knees, he felt Jacks hand under his jawline. Pulling out his own hardened cock out for the leaner soldier. "Suck cock sleeve". He didn't have to tell Terminal twice. The Soldier took Jacks dick in his mouth. Eager to taste the firm rob as it slid over his tongue. Closing his eyes. Jacks placed his gloved hand on Terminals head. Roughing up the brown hair between his fingers. It was oddly soft, a surprise that Jacks grinned at.

Terminal thinking of how he looked right now, with Jacks dick deep in his mouth. Hoping the Elite loved the warm wet feel of his cock slipping back and forth over his tongue. Pushing further and further on the Elites dick. He never deep throated anyone. And, was a little taken back when Jacks grabbed his head and shoved him on. Holding his head in place, unable to breath. Terminal nearly choked, but it sent a rush of excitement through him. His body spasming, and finally Jack let go!! Allowing the Ace of Spade to breathe once more.

"Lay on your back", demanded Jacks. Watching as Terminal caught his breath. Laying himself against the makeshift bed. Spreading his legs. Terminal watched Jacks crawl between them, taking off his shirt. Exposing the scars Terminal was so interested in. Jacks knew it. Leaning over Terminal. "Go on". Terminal couldn't resist feeling up the Elites firm shoulder and bare chest. Jacks thrusting his lower body against Terminals. Bumping the soldier and making every touch more and more greedy. Jacks nipped at Terminals cheek moving down to his jawline and further on.

Feeling Jacks hardened cock bumping against Terminals under his pants. He wanted more than the sensation of rubbing off on each other. "You like that whore? How about if I~", Jacks continued, grabbing Terminals wrists and pinning them up. Removing one hand to open up Terminals combat pants. "God damn, could there be any more buckles on this bitch". Jacks sneering at the Ace's lower uniform. Terminal smirked. "Wanna make a complaint about it topside? I'm sure they'll love the reasoning".

Jacks shook his head. Finally ripping Terminal free of his pants. Leaving the Ace in nothing but his tenting underwear. Jacks reached over to the table side. Grabbing a pair of cuffs and an attached collar. Something that shocked Terminal as a little abnormal for down here. How did he not see them? "How did you get those"?

Jacks grinned. "Is that really important right now". Strapping the cuffs on Terminal wrists. He clamped the collar around his tender neck. Turning the dial on the collar up slightly. Letting go of Terminal, Jacks sat up. He'd pull the dagger from the sheath of his boot. Getting a sweet rise out of Terminal who followed the blade with his eyes. Jacks of course cut Terminals underwear. Watching Terminals hardened erection pop free.

Flicking the hardened cock. Jacks reached over for a bottle just under the small table. Leaving the knife there. Terminal huffed, squirming under Jack. "Sit still", demanded Jacks. Knocking open the lid of the bottle and oozing the contents out into his fingers. "You know the deal Ace, you scream, you get shocked", said Jacks pushing Terminals legs up. The thought alone made the lean soldier eager on a tight leash. Feeling Jacks press his fingers to his back door. Sadly the contents within the bottle were pretty cold. Rising a disgruntled hiss from Terminal. "Fuck that's cold Jacks", said Terminal lowly. But the Elite shushed the soldier. Further pressing a finger into Terminals hole!

"Ah~" Terminal bit down on his own lip. Cold and slightly uncomfortable, not a good match. But Jacks leans his body against Terminals. The warmth almost reassuring, the two couldn't help but begin a heated kissing battle. Jacks slowly worked his way around Terminals insides. Adding another finger to the mix, and watching the soldier twist beneath him.

Terminals hips bucked against Jacks. The Elite pulled their lips apart, grinning. Removing his fingers from the soldiers teased asshole. Terminal groaned begging to be filled up again. And, Jacks followed through, pressing his firm cocks head to Terminals asshole. Pushing his hips closer, allowing another inch or so to slip within Terminals tight ring. "Fuck, your tighter then I expected. Like your cunts never had cock balls deep in it, nhg shit". Terminal was happy to hear the Jacks was enjoying his ass. Though the moment didn't last. Jacks began thrusting more aggressively. Which was fine for Terminal, he had been aching for this since their run in. Once the pain molded with pleasure. Jacks listened for Terminals moans, but he wanting more out of the soldier than simple sounds. Jacks thrusted in and out of the trapped soldier beneath him. Working his hips in a more circler motion as he went deeper. Having Terminal arching his back and yanking against his cuffs and collar. The sounds of Terminals chains rattling mixed with his ass being slapped by Jacks bare hips. "Ah~ hah~harder", begged the heated soldier. Grabbing Terminals hips and pulling the Ace into every thrust. each becoming a bit less planned and more rigid with greed.

Terminal being bounced by the force of Jacks thrust couldn't held in his moans much longer. And, Jacks pulling all the way out of the used soldier left Terminal begging to be filled. "Fuck don't stop Jacks"!! Jacks of course slammed all the way back in, his hips smashed between Terminals thighs. The Ace tugged against his restraints, hollering a blissful cry at the full intrusion. Which granted him a shock from the collar! The shock nearly sent Terminal over the edge. Panting as he stared up at Jacks muscled sweat glistened frame. It was so damn hot. "What yah think soldier, another hit, maybe that shock will send you sky high". Jacks grabbed at Terminals chin forcing his head back, where he'd rest his hand on the soldiers throat. Jacks pulling out and winding up to slam back into the lust riddled soldier. Leaving the shuttering soldier empty and cold for a second or two.

Terminal unable to breath breath with Jacks hand pressing on this throat. Anticipating when Jacks would stretch and fill him again. Of course, Jacks plowed him , but this time didn't stop! Again rising a sudden cry of bliss, and receiving a shock in the process. Jacks released Terminals throat, allowing the other to breath. And, Terminal's body spasmed with bliss as he babbled about being fucked mindlessly. The shock having knocked him over the edge, and Jacks grinned to see the cum dripping from Terminals throbbing cock between his legs. Nothing looked more delicious than a naked used soldier slut beneath him.

Jacks slowed his pace, eventually going steady in Terminals ass. "Fucking precious", grinned Jacks. Course the Ace responded with a muffled groan, still catching his breath from the exhaustion.

As the soldier gathered his sense he looked up at Jacks. "You didn't cum"? Raising a brown brow at the Elite. But Jacks chuckled. "Cause I'm not done with you yet". Terminal wasn't sure if he could handle another round. But, Jacks turned the dial up on the collar around Terminals neck. "Wait, what"? Terminal gave Jacks a worried look. But, the Elite gave Terminal a more then uncomfortable grin. "Scared"? Asked Jacks leaning once against over Terminal. Leaving the soldier a bit speechless. Suddenly there was something coiling around his ankle. But as Terminal went to look at it, Jacks grabbed his chin and forced his head back!! A fear rose up in the soldier, barking out Jacks name. Only to receive one hell of a shock from the collar!

"What did I say soldier, you scream you get shocked". The words sounded so much colder then before. Terminal struggled, fear swelled up inside him. Unable to see the slimy appendage that was making its way up his right leg!!

"Fuck", Terminal whispered to himself.

To be continued ....