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Author Topic: Battlefield Nostalgia [M/M, Bondage - Historical Fiction - Dom Wanted]  (Read 559 times)

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Bondage: Human
Dominant Wanted

The war was over. The fighting, the bloodshed, the agony - all of it had been brought to an end with the signing of a peace treaty that had been supported by both sides. The people were happy to have their men and women back from the battle lines, scarred and battered, but still very much alive despite the two years of bloody battle. Generals and Captains on both sides had been given high honors for the service they had given to their countries; they were respected and loved by the people, held as fine examples for others.

Many were also unable to adjust to the hustle and bustle of daily life.

While they were kept in golden cages and held in high esteem, many soldiers struggled to shift their rigorous routines into the more relaxed pace of everyday living. One such man was Officer Fabre. Every day he would drift aimlessly through the city streets, placing smiles on his features for the people who passed him by, and every night he would remain awake until the early hours, simply staring at his standard-issue gun...

The only person he kept in regular contact  with was his commanding officer. A man he respected beyond all others and who he placed his life on the line for time and time again. On the battlefield they had been an inseparable team, but in the harsh light of reality they couldn't be further apart. The Commander had embraced the limelight in a way that Fabre could never hope to; the only way he knew how to life was to follow orders, to focus on duty.

A day came when the Commander paid a visit to Fabre's modest apartment only to find him buried beneath a pile of empty bottles and alcohol. Something had to change.

An arrangement was made between them. They would work as they did during wartime - the Commander would lead and Fabre would follow. Orders would be given and obeyed until the man could reliably stand on his own two feet. A professional arrangement and nothing more... unless emotion began to filter through...

« Last Edit: August 17, 2014, 12:26:31 pm by Khoraz »