Other Fan Fiction ❯ Love Can Bloom on the Minefield ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

LOVE CAN BLOOM ON THE MINEFIELD
By Harris Oy Vey

Disclaimer: I don't own Minesweeper. Srsly. I'm also not making any money off this. Don't read this if you're under the age of 18, as it contains sexual content.

Explosion. Smoke. Dust. Blood in the air. I think that was Sergeant Esteban Cortez. All in an instant, he was gone. The man that taught us everything we know. He was there for so long, always there for us, showing us where to place the flags. I thouht he couldn't ever die... I was wrong. All in that one moment, the man we all looked up to died in a flash of light and heat.

There were only three of us left. I am Private Alexander Jenkins, age 25, born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. Life wasn't as interesting as you'd think it is out there in Texas, so first opportunity? Yeah, that's right, I signed up. One, two, three, four, we love the Marine Corps! Pity I never made it that far. Instead, I made the regular reserves. Still, I was born for the military. Taking orders, knowing what I have to do, being surrounded by likeminded individuals, doing something for my country.

We became the US Army Minesweeper Infantry, designated Sweepers Bravo. At this stage, it looked like Bravo was just about no more. The other two survivors, Corporal Rebecca Hastings and Private Winston Matthews, glanced at each other, then at me. We were some distance from each other. Blue flags were planted all over the field. I knew we were running out of time. We needed to get a clear path mapped out, all mines flagged within only three hours before the troops and tanks rolled through. I could barely breathe, between the heat of the sun, the smoke and the dry earth scattering through the air. Uzbekistan is Hell on Earth, there are no two ways of looking at it.

I took a deep breath. From where I was, there were three adjacent mines. Three. Not good. One was already flagged, but the other two... I had to think. It couldn't be directly to the West, because next to THAT was a square marked as "one", and we already flagged that. So I at least knew I was safe there. That also meant North-West and South-West were safe. I could do this, I knew it. North was flagged, that left half the adjacent squares remaining... and half of those had mines.

I had a coin-flip chance here. If I was wrong, I would die horribly. If I was right, I would still have another to find. I decided. Direct East was unlikely. I figured it safe. I closed my eyes, offered a silent prayer, and took a step...

Nothing. I was safe. Better still, digging through the ground, I found the small iron plate labeled "3". Three adjacent mines - two if you don't count the one already marked. Corporal Hastings and Private Matthews seemed to be making similar, slow progress. I tried to think - tried to clear my mind of distracting memories. Under different circumstances, the Corporal and I might one day have... no, it never would have worked out. Who was I kidding?

I didn't know where to go from there. Just then, Winston made a wrong decision. He was my buddy, my friend, ever since we started in the unit. We joined on the same day. Close pals ever since. We swore we'd both make it through this together, then he'd show me the best places to pick up in Las Angeles.

Looks like that tour will never happen. As soon as his foot went down, there was a loud 'click' sound, and the ground erupted in a brilliant explosion. I knew my friend was dead. There is nothing worse than the stench of burning human flesh. I started to run, shocked at the sight, but pulled short, realising I had already left my square on the grid. I was luckier than Winston. I didn't set off a mine. Digging, I found the metal plate, and realised I knew which squares to flag. Two more mines were marked. That'd teach those bastards. Two less people would be killed by them, maybe they could move forward and avenge the death of Winston. He was a good man.

Tears running down my dirt-covered face, I moved on. Within an hour, I realised I had just about finished an entire segment. So had Private Hastings. We were just about next to each other. Only one small block remained. I stepped forward bravely, deciding to get this over with as soon as possible. Digging, I held up the plate. My eyes widened. Six. Six mines. I was practically surrounded. Rebecca joined me and realised what I was staring at.

Eight squares surrounded us. Only two of them were mine-free, and one of those was the one we used to step into this square. So out of the seven remaining, only one would not incinerate the person who stepped upon it. We were practically at a stalemate. Sweat poured down my forehead. Although the squares were large, Rebecca was so close I could feel her body heat. I could smell her hair. God, she smelled so good. Maybe it was just the fact that we were the last unexploded people on the field, but she seemed more real than anyone ever had before.

"So what do we do now?" I asked, deferring to her rank.

"I... don't know. We're stuck. We have to find the right one, otherwise there won't be a clear path through. We need to make this path for our troops, so that we can put an end to this meaningless war and bring peace and stability to the area. If we fail here..."

"I know. If we fail here, so many of our people could die, they might just nuke the place to solve the problems."

"In all probability, this is our last day alive. Well, every day has a strong chance against our survival. But here, with a six in seven chance of death, it could be the end."

Yeah, ever the optimist, that's our Corporal for you. Still, she had a point. I thought it would be my last day alive too. My last day alive. Might as well make the most of it. Heck, how bad could things get, in the great scheme of things? We were soon going to find out whether or not we had a future at all, why worry about the small stuff? I took a chance.

"Permission to speak freely, Corporal?"

"Granted. We're hardly in a situation to adhere to policy and be formal. It won't help us here, it's just you and me."

"Precisely. It's just you and me. Seeing as this is probably the end, and we still have an hour or two to go, I don't suppose you'd like to delay the decision making, and put off our probable deaths? No-one else is here. Why not just have one last pleasurable moment, one final thing to be happy about when the end comes?"

"Alex, are you asking me to have sex with you?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes, Rebecca, I am asking you to have sex with me. Right here, right now."

I held that breath. Part of me realised that, regardless of what she said, it'd be really awkward if we survived afterwards.

"Out here with no-one watching, there's no regulations to get in the way, and over the past few months having you under me, I kind of like you. Ah, fuck it, we haven't a thing to lose. Just you and me, right here. Let's do it, Alex."

I didn't need to be told twice. I threw my backpack and flags to the ground, and started unbuttoning my shirt. Rebecca was just as quick to do so herself. With them flung to the ground, we then had the very long task of removing the boots. They are good quality boots, more likely to survive a blast than the people wearing them, and also tightly laced. Damned things. Eventually, our boots were off, socks followed in an instant. Already, I could feel the hot sun on my back as I started removing my trousers. The corporal never looked better, herself. She had a reasonably dark tan already, considering how much time she's spent out here compared to me. Her hair is still pale blonde though, just the way I like it.

Once we were finally naked (the clothing is so thick and hard to remove, you'd think they didn't want their troops able to strip in an instant), I pulled the Corporal close and kissed her lips, filled with passion. If this was going to be our last day alive, I wanted it to be good. If we were going to go out with a bang, then by thunder we'd go out with a real bang. I was determined that we would both have the best sex ever had throughout all the lovers in history.

My rod was hard, just looking at Rebecca's body did that to me, but now to hold her close, to feel her warmth, to run my fingers all over her skin, feeling her toned muscles beneath, I felt like it was about to detach and take off into space. I grasped her firm, shapely ass and lifted her up, she wrapped her arms around me tightly to help support her. Slowly, I knelt, then lowered the Corporal onto her back, hooking my arms under her knees and pulling her legs up into the air, giving me the perfect view. She kept herself in neat condition, that was clear by the small, downy landing strip.

Taking it nice and slow, I eased my way in. She was tight, if thoroughly lubricated from her own arousal. Still, I didn't want this to be over too soon, nor did I want to accidentally hurt her. I worked my way in to the hilt, feeling her warmth surround me, and pulled out to half way. I started building up speed and strength with my thrusts, and within minutes, was pumping my way into her at full force, watching her ample B-cup breasts bounce with each thrust of my rigid member.

I leaned in, gently nibbling along Rebecca's neck, licking the sweat from her skin as she ran her fingernails along my back, my skin tingling as they dragged across it under the hot sun. I pushed my feet against the loose sand, kicking up clouds of dust while trying to plant them into the ground to get a better position, more power behind my thrusting. Rebecca was quietly moaning the whole time, and I could tell she wanted more. She would settle for nothing less than every last ounce of my strength.

Growling lightly with passion and primal lust, I kept going, listening to the squelching noises as I entered and exited her tight sex, her fluids slowly oozing out and mixing with the dust on the ground. Held even closer, I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against my chest. They tickled a little, but it felt electrifying. Already, I felt that it was worth dying for, and I hadn't even reached the best part. Soon, though, I could feel it. It would be soon.

I tried slowing down, just a little, to delay the inevitable. I didn't want to rush into anything after all, and though I was getting tired, I wanted it to last forever. At some point in the exchange we had rolled over, sand sticking to her back, and she sat atop me, doing the work for a while. As she forced herself up and down on my hard rod, I grabbed her fine ass and helped, watching as her breasts bounced and swayed hypnotically.

Eventually, after much activity, Rebecca started gasping and moaning as her whole body shuddered. I was no innocent, I knew what this meant. As her sex tightened around me in her climax, it was too much, pushing me over the edge. I gave a loud grunt as my own orgasm washed over me, arching my back as I thrust into her with all of my might. My whole boy was wracked with pleasure, I nearly passed out from the amazing sensations as I unleashed a load from my throbbing member, right into her.

After half an hour, we finally made it to our feet. We both looked a complete mess, after all of that. But it felt good, and that's what was important. Still enjoying the afterglow, we smiled weakly and kissed once more, before slowly putting our clothes on once more.

"I guess it's time." she said, breaking the long silence.

"I guess so. Do we each take a different square and hope for the best? One go ahead, then the other pick another if.... if the first was wrong?"

"No. If we die, we die together, as one. Let's do this. No regrets!"

We held hands, and bravely stepped forward....

There was nothing. No explosion. Out of seven possible squares, we somehow managed to pick the single one that did not contain a land mine. We were actually safe, we weren't going to die. We walked back, smiling, knowing we had won the battle, and flagged every other square. There was a safe path through, and our troops would save the day. We had been victorious.

Epilogue:

Less than two years later, the war was over. It had been some time since they stopped using mines, realising that with such crack groups as the Minesweepers, it wouldn't work. Our forces entered the cities, and between those and the air strikes, they eventually capitulated. It will be some time before we find out if they will accept US interference, but at least the local war has ended, and there has been a marked difference in terror attacks from Uzbekistan.

Two years exactly since that fateful day, the two of us stood side by side. We were no longer in the military. We defended our country, we served our time, we were released into the world as citizens. Happily married, we stood by the graves of all of the brave soldiers who died as minesweepers. I blinked, must have had something in my eye. Rebecca was much the same. She squeezed my hand reassuringly, and we placed a flower over the gravestone of my good friend Winston Matthews.

Rest in peace, my friend.