The Revolution was closing in on us. Every victory for the Corps and CO meant defeat to Hawke’s people, his Freelander family. I didn’t know what I fought for anymore. In fact, I tried to get out of as many root-’em-out, round-’em-up details as I could. In the barracks, at Corps Command with my fellow soldiers, I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth and resisted the increasing urge to pummel the fuck out of their faces for insulting a group of people they had no goddamn idea about. I hated myself for all the years I’d run my mouth the same way, with no regard for a way of life I’d never bothered to understand just because the CO told me so. The sexual thrill of being with Hawke never waned—I could throw a boner just thinking about him—but our rare moments had become more than pounding fucks and sucking cock and getting off as quickly as possible. Shared intimacy wrapped us together, bonded us, brothers in arms who fought for opposite sides. September was coming to a close and the heat of the day dipped as the night cooled.
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