Tom and Steve
The hot afternoon sun was beginning to take it's toll. Tom had stripped to his underwear in anticipation of the battle as he tracked Steve through the woods. Steve was half scared, half blood crazed as he left what he hoped would be an easy to follow trail in an attempt to lure his tracker to his death.
Looking over his shoulder he could catch an occasional glimpse of Steve's mostly naked body in the sunlight. He was not trying to hide. Both men were ready to kill or be killed. The trainers had encouraged the men to build up relationships with each other, knowing that it would make it difficult for the recruits to kill someone that they had been in bed with. If they could kill a potential, past or current lover, they could conceivably kill anyone that they were ordered to.
"This is just awesome." Tom whispered as he rolled over to lay on his side of the bed beside Steve.
"What, me? Sex? The academy?" Tom asked.
"The whole thing. We meet here and get to know each other - the training officers want to make us get together as friends, share quarters, and even encourage us to share sex. How awesome is that?"
"They want us to get together, get to know each other, get to be friends and then see if we will kill someone we are that close to if ordered to. Makes for the cold blooded killers instinct that we need to do our jobs." Tom answered.
"Did you ever think about getting killed? I mean how you might die?"
"Sure," Tom responded. "We all have."
"How would you want to get it?" "What would you want the most? Shot? Stabbed? Strangled? Knife? Spear? Arrows? Bare hands?"
"Stabbed, maybe shot but I think stabbed would be best. It means that I would be hand to hand with my killer. Him or me. I would get to feel him. Touch him. If I kill him I would get to feel him die in my arms. Maybe fuck him as he dies. Maybe he would kill me and fuck me as I die."
"I'd love to do that to a guy. Or have it done to me. Imagine getting strangled as some guy shoves his dick up your ass!" Steve started getting hard again just thinking about it.
"Not me." Tom shuddered. I never want to get strangled. That seems like such a bad way to go. Stab me, shoot me, blow me up, but don't strangle me. No thanks."
"Remember the two guys from the last group before us? They squared off in a knife fight?"
"Yeah, Who could forget them?" Steve whispered. That was awesome!"
"Yeah! The one guy maneuvered around to where he was behind the other, held him by the neck and jammed his knife up under his ribs! 
Right through the heart!" Tom could feel his manhood rising as he watched the scene again in his mind. "Then the guy held him up and kissed him sooo tenderly as his life slipped away. Damn hot way to go!"
"If that was me, I would have fucked him as he died," Steve whispered. "You're gettin' fucked again - Right now!"
Renewed lust fired up in each, they again shared themselves in tender love and rough and tumble sex.
Tom and Steve had shared several hot nights together and had become close. It was a shock for both to get paired for battle today.
True to their conditioning, they set aside their love for each other and proceeded with the hunt. Finally Steve reached the fence he was heading for. The clearing on the other side was wide open, albeit muddy, but was the perfect spot to confront his tracker. He was willing to fight to a surrender but also willing to kill if need be. Secretly he hoped there would be no surrender.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Where are your clothes, man?"
"Back there on the trail. We don't need 'em anyways. Your clothes won't stop this." Tom shook his knife at Steve. "C'mon man, take 'em off and let's have at it."
Steve thought about it for barely a second before he stripped to his shorts.
"I never killed anyone in his underwear before. Ready to die?" Steve taunted.
"I'm ready but I'm not the one who's going to die..." Tom taunted back.
With that, Steve lunged at Tom and tried to score first blood. Tom dodged the strike and slashed at Steve on the way by, cutting his side.
"Owwww!" Steve yelped as he pivoted and grabbed at the wound. Looking at his fingertips he smiled and licked the blood away.
"Now I need a sample of yours so I can see what you taste like." He smiled, "I've tasted your cum, now I will taste your blood.
The Sight of the blood and Steve licking it made Tom feel a rush of lust. "It would feel so hot to drive that ass again..." he thought.
"I've got something here you can taste..." Tom said, grabbing his bulging (and stiffening) crotch. "I'll shove this down your dead throat after I kill you."
The two lunged and dodged, slashed and jabbed at each other, both excited and fearful of what was going to be the last day on earth for one of them.
Soon they were down on the muddy ground, back up again and down yet again. Nicks and cuts and slashes soon started to sting with the mud in them. They had spent nights wrapped in each others arms, tenderly and passionately caressing each other, now they were as passionate about killing each other.
"Gaaahhhhh!" Tom gasped as Steve's blade stabbed into his lower back, about half it's length. A quick kick threw Steve back, stumbling to stay on his feet. Gathering his balance, Steve lunged onto Tom's back, wrapping his arm around Tom's throat, yanking him back against his muddy body. Tom reached up to his throat trying to pull the choking hold from his throat. He could feel Steve's stiff cock pressing against his butt but the terror of the choking hold removed any pleasure he may have felt. Reaching around behind his back with his free arm he slid his hand in Steve's shorts and clamped down on his balls.
"Aghhhh!" Steve howled. "You son of a bitch!"
Bringing his knife around with a quick upward thrust, Steve buried most of the blade in Tom's chest. Tom stiffened with the searing pain as Steve released his throat and struggled to get Tom's hand out of his own shorts and away from his aching balls. Tom's body shuddered, stiffened and finally toppled onto his back on the ground. It was so quick. Just reactions and training. Now Steve stood over his friend's body, massaging his tender, aching balls. Tom's handsome face and tender caresses soon to be but a cherished memory. Intrigued by the massive bulge lingering in Tom's crotch, he knelt and pulled down the snug briefs revealing Tom's stiff member. Fresh semen glistened in the sunlight as it oozed from the plump shaft. Not willing to let such a gift go to waste, Steve slid the sticky shaft into his mouth and greedily sucked on the lifeless form of his friend, savoring every drop of the last orgasm of Tom's short life.
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Perry and Doug
Wanting to advance by killing his first opponent he was growing anxious. "I can't wait. Where is he?" Perry scanned the poolside for Doug. They had been paired for their first round of eliminations and Perry was ready and eager to have his first kill. "Where the hell is he?"
The rules of the encounter were simple. In the water - knives only - To the death.
His eagerness and impatience were about to become an object lesson for the other recruits as Doug silently approached from the deep end of the pool, keeping under water behind Perry until he was within reach. Perry anxiously scanned the poolside where the other recruits stood watching the drama as it played out before them.
"Fuckin' coward ain't coming." He muttered. "I've had it."Perry began heading for the side of the pool. He was expecting to be attacked by now but nothing happened. Failure to show for an assigned match is a capital offense. Usually carried out as an example of "how to kill" for the rest to recruits to watch. "Hope they let me kill him when he gets his. I want to be the one..."
Suddenly the water behind him exploded as Doug breached the surface right behind Perry's doomed ass. Grabbing Perry by the throat with his left hand and drawing him backwards, Doug slammed the blade down through Perry's chest piercing his heart and driving him deep under the surface. Perry gasped as the force of the knife drove him down, inhaling lungs full of water, he started fighting against the overwhelming force of Doug's weight on the knife splitting his heart. Thrashing only briefly, he soon went limp. Yanking the knife free, Doug stepped over Perry's now limp form as it settled to the bottom of the pool, his chest seeping a crimson cloud that spread slowly out and swirled across the pool's clear water.
Snapped
The commotion started with an argument between two soldiers. After it was over no one was left alive that was there at the start. All anyone knew was that the shouting escalated to a point where everyone could tell that there was trouble. Soon it escalated to gunfire and people started running away from and toward the shots. Kenny was one that ran toward the fight. He was shocked to see that his closest friend Mark was waving his gun madly in all directions and shooting toward anyone that moved.
The fight had been going on for too long. Two soldiers dead already, one shot in the forehead and the second shot twice in the chest, Kenny had no idea what was going on in Mark's head but he knew that he had to stop him. Tackling him from behind he knocked the pistol from his hand and lay on top of him on the ground, but Mark pulled his knife and tried to stab Kenny in the side. "Mark, it's me, Ken!" he screamed at him. "Stop this!"
"I'll kill you and everyone else I can"! he snarled. The words cut deeper than any others could know. They had been lovers since they met in basic. Always together and had saved each other's lives during combat more than once.
The pain of the knife stabbing him in the thigh told him that Mark really meant to kill him too. Slamming Mark's hand into the ground shaking the knife from his grasp Kenny wrapped his legs around Mark in a powerful hold. Flipping over on his back Kenny locked his feet together, trying to restrain his friend.
Realizing at last that there was nothing he could do to stop him before he lost too much strength to hold on, Kenny knew what he had to do.
"This isn't Mark", he told himself, "It isn't Mark! "
Carefully nesting Mark's jaw in his elbow, he sharply wrenched his head upward, twisting as he pulled downward with his legs.
A double popping sound from Mark's tortured neck told the story. The maneuver was very effective as the bones separated and a strange whistling gurgle escaped the dying soldier's lips.
"It's not Mark." he cried.
Marks body jerked and twitched, his head fell at a grotesque angle and his bladder emptied as Kenny relaxed his grip and tears welled up from deep inside. He sobbed deeply as his friend's body relaxed, stiffened and released again as the throes subsided for the last time.
"Mark..."
Sword drawn, standing as a sentry, Dag watched the horizon for a sign of movement.
"Damned morons." he muttered as he shifted his feet to a wider stance. "Make us stand here like a bunch of idiots... There's no way that they will try to sneak in here in broad daylight."
The crunch of gravel behind him alerted him of the approach of someone from inside the fence.
"Ready to take my post? Time to relieve me?" he asked, still scanning the field ahead. "No sign of anyone for hours."
"That's because you were looking the wrong way." The heavily accented voice behind him hissed.
Before he could move, Dag felt the sharp sting of the blade in his back and saw it erupt from his chest.
Reacting with shocked terror, he stretched out his arms and dropped his sword which clattered to the ground as he felt a hand slide down his side to the sheath strapped to his ankle. A quick snap and the knife was pulled free. One hand across his forehead pulling his head back, the blade was drawn across his throat, slitting him open to the bone.
The killer ripped the sword blade back through his body as it started to topple. He was dead before his face smashed into the blood soaked gravel.
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