Chapter 23

Draft

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——A, "......"

You were silent.

There are some things that Lemuel didn't tell you.

His name was Lemuel Hardy, his sister was Maria, he had a friend named Fern, and he was supposed to have a nephew named Edward or a niece named Rita. He was born in a Southern county and left home with his younger sister at the age of fourteen, he joined the army by lying about his age at seventeen and stayed there for ten years. In the 9th Infantry Division - 28th Marine Regiment - Company A - Sergeant... He told you everything about his life, except the fact that he's gay.

Lemuel had never told you about his emotional experiences, and you've never noticed anything unusual, because you're akin to a blank paper in this field. You think blankness is the norm. After all, Lemuel sounds so busy, busy with survival, busy with war, isn't it normal to have no time to experience starting a family? You don't know that love can exist independently outside of marriage and having children, and you don't know that love could be squeezed into a difficult and busy life without difficulty, like a flower blooming between the cracks of the rubble.

And in the past, Lemuel had never concealed his sexuality.

For a long time, Lemuel was a marginal person in this society. Except for his sister, no one cared about his life or death, and of course no one cared what gender he wanted to have sex with- even if someone did care, he could settle it with his fists. In the chaotic nooks where the laws of the jungle is still practiced, sexuality isn't the problem, but timidity. Lemuel will stare back at every pair of malicious eyes and retaliate against them. Those who think that the teenager and little girl were weak and could be bullied would soon know that you don't mess with the Hardy siblings, the brother is as tricky as a mad dog.

This attitude persisted, even after joining the military.

Lemuel is a thorn. He has no faith, no sense of honor, and never planned to integrate into the army. He faced the army with the mentality of a mercenary, feeling that he could always just leave, go home or die in battle. He's accustomed to the fact that nothing lasts long, and he believes that life is short- in this case, why use a short life for hiding? Lemuel was semi-openly gay, he doesn't go out and say "hey I'm gay", but he also doesn't smile when someone makes shitty gay jokes like everyone else.

He would stand up, smother the cigarette, beckon to the joker, and say, "Would you like to try the "sissy"'s¹ fist?

Lemuel is shameless and disdained hiding, he also has the capital to do so. In the army, as long as your luck isn't bad, those who are brave and skilled in battle wouldn't be buried. This bad attitude brought him some troubles, but not enough to kill him, and not enough to prevent him from getting promotions (even though it slowed down the speed of promotion). Lemuel was the superior, the men under him have to shut up and be obedient.

Few people were as uncaring about the world's eyes like him, Lemuel's boyfriend was also in the army, hiding in a cabinet. If his boyfriend wants to cover up, then Lemuel is willing to cooperate. He had always been very tolerant towards the people he loves and full of protective desire. Lemuel liked his boyfriend, but he didn't like him enough to stay for him. He guessed that after retiring, they would probably drift apart and break up peacefully. But so what? It'll happen in time, Lemuel was still dating his boyfriend and shouldn't think about the far future.

If everything goes as planned, that is.

Lemuel wandered on the edge of order. He thought that as long as he was strong enough, he wouldn't need to be afraid of guns in the open or arrows in the dark—perhaps this is true, but unfortunately, no matter how strong one person is he still can't fight against the collective and the rules. The hyena peeks at the lion in the shadows, and when the male lion encounters the trap, all the grievances erupt.

The half-blood demon Lemuel isn't a human, even killing him wouldn't raise any moral problems, its instead "saving Sergeant Lemuel's reputation". They took his military badges, Lemuel Hardy was made a martyr, and the half-blood demon stayed.

Lemuel's popularity was probably worse than he thought.

The people hiding in the closet hated him for bringing more attention to the group that was supposed to be in the dark and implicating them. They hated him for being so arrogant, as if he didn't care about the malice of others, so how could he care? After things changed, they were finally able to take revenge in an open and fair manner, they were mixed in the crowd and no one would find out.

Most of the people involved in the violence don't like same-sex, that's fine, it didn't need love, not even sexual desire, just wanting- a longing for violence and power. What's the difference between whoever fucks and who gets fucked²? Behold, what happens to the arrogant! They fucking this man- this male demon- has nothing to do with homosexuality, just venting, just punishing this evil bitch. Taking the justice they deserve, "it" deserves.

They called him a whore, a born slut, a goddamn fiend, they said Lemuel was nothing but that, but they knew it wasn't true. Sergeant Lemuel could beat even the most conceited recruit to his heart's content, and if he gives the order to run ten laps, he'll run twenty laps himself. Sergeant Lemuel is a good gunner, and when he's out of ammo he uses a bayonet, it's like he was born to wield a knife. Many people cursed him as a tyrant, a difficult bastard to get along with, but if they see him appear under a siege of demons most people will thank God. Most of them knew him, that's why he survived, it's why he was tortured.

The yearning and admiration brought by the strong, and the resentment brought by the humble cowardice, converged on Lemuel and turned into a morbid attraction. When his identity changed, it was like a lit match falling into a powder keg, bang! The carnival has begun.

Oh, Lemuel had a boyfriend.

The boyfriend was finally found out, it was because Lemuel was too conspicuous, the people close to him would be suspected- so at that time everyone was too busy distancing themselves, no one dared to intercede. The boyfriend sweats and shakes his head desperately, "I like women!" he said, "He made me do it! He's a devil!"

Yes, Lemuel is a devil.

"I'm sorry," You say.

You say you're sorry and Lemuel laughs. He says, "Sorry for what? Sorry for fucking a faggot?"

You should say "I deeply regret what happened to you", "God will save your soul if you repent with sincerity", this is the procedure, but you cannot. You feel sad, how strange it is that you're not sad when you should be sad, you become sadder when you do your job well than when you don't. Lemuel looks at you wearily, everything you know you should do feels wrong.

You lean in and kiss his forehead.

Once when you were very young you had a fever, the nun who took care of you kissed your forehead, and amongst the heat and aching bones, that kiss seemed to heal the pain. You kiss Lemuel on the forehead, trying to make him feel better.

Before you did that, Lemuel had already stopped sobbing, there was only a smirk on his face, you don't know if its towards himself or the world. But when you kiss him, his acerbic expression shatters. Lemuel starts breathing rapidly, and after a moment he grabs you by the collar. "You're fucking sick!" He grits his teeth and says, trembling all over, "I don't know what the fuck's going on in your head..."

Lemuel tugged you down heavily and he pounced on you, pressing his elbow to your chest with a hand around your neck, pressing to stop you from breathing. A silent prayer can solve your dilemma, but you don't move, you don't even think about it. The warm water drops fall on your face, you want to wipe the corner of his eyes, Lemuel knocks away your hand.

He unzips you and ditches his pants. He licks your fingers and shoves them into his hoke. He didn't go for the medicated oil, this expansion was rough and fast, and when he was done he crawled down and grabbed your cock. You bounce up from the sudden and damp heat, Lemuel press down on your belly, pressing you down.

You get a quick erection from his mouth, the blood rushing down gets you dizzy. Lemuel quickly gets up, spreading his legs and straddling you, holding your cock and poking it at the hole.

You can see how your cock enters his body bit by bit, the entrance swallows the head of the penis. It wasn't easy, and you both moan at the same time. Lemuel pants, his cock twitches, consuming all of you by gravity.

The long-lost pleasure climbs up your spine and hits your head. It's the same as before, but totally different. This time you're lying on the ground, Lemuel is riding on you, he takes off his vest, his naked body is in front of you. You see his taut thighs, his half erect cock and the pouch underneath, his pubic hair the same color as his hair, the muscular lines of his chest and abdomen, his taut neck, his face during sex. He's so handsome, he's as beautiful as a knife; so sharp and so beautiful.

"Not with men? Huh?" Lemuel says.

His lips are wet, you don't know whether it's from his tongue or something he had just touched.

Whatever it is you were going to say, they evaporated when Lemuel started to move. He starts riding you, riding your cock like a horse, and you don't know what to say or think. At first, Lemuel supported you with one hand, his genitals swayed with the ups and downs of his body, slapping under your navel, then he regained his balance and took back the hand to touch himself. Lemuel's lower body swallows you, his inner wall twists around your cock, soft, tight, and hot. When you're fully sheathed him his lower abdomen would bulge slightly, that small subtle change makes your scalp numb.

It's so... exciting, not like the any other times you used him, the pace is in his hands, Lemuel is "alive", he hits you and makes it hard for you to breathe. Sweat slides down his cheeks, pooling on his chin, swaying with every lift, and finally shattering on him or you. His muscles are breathing, his skin oiled with sweat, this sensuality looks sinister enough, the sex appeal makes you want to look away, but you can't.

You're being ridden too much and you open your mouth to gasp. Your chest is stuffy and your body is hot, it feels both bad and good. You look at Lemuel and couldn't help but want to reach out and touch him, but he grabs your hand.

"Tell me," Lemuel asks uneasily, "What the hell do you want to do? Father?"

It takes a while for your brain to understand what he's saying, Lemuel had lost his patience. His hands grabbed both of yours, propped up over you, condescending and aggressive. How charming.

His face is flushed, but his eyes are sharp. He rose and fell again at a tormenting speed. He stops and asks, "Say! Am I a demon or a man?"

You subconsciously wanted to straighten your hips, but Lemuel is pressing at you very tightly. You can't break free from this physical prison without praying, and you don't want to break free. His body is against yours, you suddenly regret that you're still wearing clothes. You want to touch his body, with your hands, with your own, with your lips. Your head is in chaos, the brandy seems to come and go. You can barely open your mouth and say, "Lemuel..."

"I'm asking you!" He says, "Are you fucking a demon or a man?"

"Lemuel." You repeat.

He finally realized that you were answering him.

Lemuel shudders and falls on top of you, panting rapidly around your neck, leaving it hot and humid. You won't find out until later that he just ejaculated, at this moment his clenching inner walls pushes you to orgasm, suffocating you under a tidal wave of pleasure, your mind goes blank.

You just lay there for a while, lying on the ground, stacked on top of each other, messed up and out of shape. Sweat makes your clothes stick to you, the floor will get dirty from the sweat and semen, but you don't care. You're exhausted and at the same time incredibly peaceful. Everything that's been bothering you seemed to have been pushed far away at the moment, it's just you and him. After a while, Lemuel props up his body, he doesn't cry or laugh, and he doesn't look angry anymore.

He asks, "What's your name?"

"Enoch," You say.

"Enoch," Lemuel repeats.

He leans down and kisses you on the lips.

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Notes:

1- Originally soft egg, I guess kinda like soft permisson?

2- Removed some stuff that didn't make much sense

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PastTimer: Our first normal sex scene! So much raw emotions 😭😭 Guys I've decided to update this every Tuesday and Friday, I'll let you know if I can't make an update but this is a fairly easy one so there probably won't be much cause for that. Did you like this chapter? Cause I did ♥