Authors note: Well this is the beginning of something probably short. A little Church/Simmons, maybe something else, I have no idea. It will get a lot smutty as it progresses I assure you. This chapter is fairly light and kind of a point to start on.

As you know, I own nothing.

"Caboose, you're on patrol tonight, and please. Please for the love of God don't fuck anything up." Leonard Church knew Caboose well enough to understand that in rare situations when Caboose was given patrol on his own, it most often ended with either a red infiltration or a runaway tank, or a fire, or the destruction of a base wall, or...

Well you get the idea.

On most nights that Caboose was scheduled for patrol he would put Tucker out with him, or even himself, but Tucker had the shift the night before and to be frank, Church just wasn't feeling up to it.

"Caboose, I don't want anyone, I repeat, ANYONE, coming in to this base. Do you hear me?"

The blue soldier didn't say anything but was facing towards him. From behind the helmet Church felt like the soldier was staring straight through him, or maybe not looking in his direction at all. There was no way of knowing. An awkward moment of silence slipped between them.

"CABOOSE!"

"Oh! Yes sir! I'm sorry, there was something glittery in the cave." Caboose's voice was distant as his mind was still very much focused on the shiny something.

"Great, great. Look Caboose I really need you to― Wait, what was that?"

"Something glittery Church! Do you think it's a present! I love presents. One time my great step aunt twice removed but then remarried into the family through my third cousin on my mother's side, once gave me a―"

Church wasn't listening, not in the slightest. Raising his pistol up, he peered over at the cave, searching for whatever the other was distracted by. At first, there was nothing at all, and then he saw it. A slight glimmer that was barely released from a reflection of the moonlight. 'Well hot damn...'

"Caboose, shut up. You stay here, guard the base, and I mean actually guard it. I'm going to go check out the cave. Those dick-kissing reds are up to something." Church spat the last words as he put his pistol away and retrieved an assault rifle. In less than a moment he was dashing off towards the cove.

"You got it sir, no one is getting into this base!" Caboose yelled after him, then went on to whistle some tune that neither had probably heard since they were young.

Church's footsteps hit the ground lightly, almost like a trot, as he made his way quietly towards the cave. "Those goddamn reds, what the hell are they up to? It's 2300 right, now, we never strike at night."Church had to stop a moment to mull that thought over. Why did they never strike at night? If they didn't, then why did they even have patrol? It's not like there were aliens running rampant around the canyon, just a lot of lazy marines who didn't have the luck of the draw and were thrown in a war that didn't even have a true objective.

He felt the anger welling in his stomach, chest and then head as he thought about the pointless circumstances they were all in. By the time he reached the cave, he thought he would explode into a thousand pieces, or maybe even implode into nothingness. When he found those reds he was going to slit their throats one by one and bash their heads in with their own helmets and end the war once and for all.

With the thoughts of ravenously slaughtering the reds, he wasn't even really paying attention anymore as he absentmindedly navigated through the cave with the small bit of light that was emitting from his helmet. Without any warning, since his eyes didn't see a reason to search the ground, he stumbled over...something...and came crashing to the ground, assault rifle skidding across the cave floor. As his head hit the rock beneath him the light in his helmet shut off, leaving him immersed in total darkness.

"Shit! What the fuck?" Church said angrily but his voice had a hint of apprehension to it. His hands searched frantically for his rifle but it must have been just out of reach because it was nowhere to be found. He reached up to try and turn his helmet light back on, but only a small, miniscule fraction of light made its way into the cave. 'Goddamn piece of shit helmet, one blow and the light's fucking broken.' However it wasn't really anger that he was displaying, rather fear in being caught in a mostly dark cave that might be housing the enemy.

Pulling out his pistol, Church went up on one knee and started to examine his surroundings. "What the hell kind of rock did I trip on?" he mumbled to himself as he tried to see with his broken helmet light. Turning to look where he come from, he found not a rock, but a helmet. A red helmet at that. He couldn't quite see the exact color of it though without proper lighting. Confused, he slowly got to his feet and practically tiptoed forward. Only a moment was spent trying to locate his assault rifle. With his luck and with this light he was never going to find it. He labeled the search as a lost cause and continued on, deeper into the cave.

As he made his way further in, he found more sections of red armor and faint sounds from the darkness. The pieces were scattered everywhere. First he came across arm plates, then chest plates. He even found the plating for the lower half, but his suspicions reached their peak when he found the upper half of a military issued under armor and a sniper rifle to boot.

He kept his pistol at eye level, not really sure what to expect as the muffled sounds grew louder. Leaning over hesitantly with his pistol still ready to fire at any moment, Church picked up the sniper rifle and put his pistol back in its holding place. Heavy breathing echoed softly on the walls and another noise came, one that he thought he may recognize but couldn't quite convince himself it was the same.

'Do I call out?' he asked himself silently. He wasn't sure if he should remain hidden or let it be known that he was right here out in the open. 'The reds must have been watching us with that sniper all goddamn day...' the thought unsettled him. What had they seen? What could they see with a sniper from this vantage point? Church had been in the same location before but never with a sniper aiming at his own base. Feeling immensely uneasy, he switched the light off on his helmet and held the sniper up to view through the night vision equipped scope.

Inching on as quietly as he could, the heavy breathing progressed into panting, but even with the sniper, still no sign of anything or anyone. Church could feel it though, whoever was there was close by and the sounds created a knot in his stomach and the heat rose to his cheeks. Swallowing hard, he approached a corner in the cave and as hesitantly as humanly possible, he turned the corner and through the scope saw a moaning male leaned up against a wall.

Church froze immediately. His throat went dry and he felt his body trying to tremble but did his best to suppress it in order to not be heard. Hands held the gun so tightly, he feared he might break it as the scope remained firmly pressed against his visor.

Before him stood a thin, lean body, toned and with a heaving chest, bottom under armor pushed down to the middle of his thighs. Moans left the man's lips as his hand pumped vigorously on his shaft, nothing on the side of gingerly. Church felt like he should say something, anything, take the man hostage if anything, but couldn't bring himself to move. He could feel his heart pounding against his armor and his breaths were becoming a little ragged.

Church was clueless as to which red it was. After all, he had never seen any of the reds out of armor, and it was too dark to see the color of the helmet he had stumbled upon earlier on. Even if he did know, what would that information bring him? What would he gain from knowing? It couldn't be their CO, the man was too tall. It couldn't be the yellow soldier, he'd like to think he would have been able to distinguish that even in the poor lighting. That left their rookie and the other one...what was his name...

His thoughts were cut short as the other one let out a coarse cry. The soldier's heaving had reached a peak and his movements slowed, then ceased. It was hard to make out details in the slightly hazy scope, but Church knew what had happened and he could feel an uncomfortable pressure in his lower armor, so he shifted to try and readjust. However, just as he did the red soldier looked right in his direction, eyes wide in horror.

"Who's there?" The voice choked as he hurriedly pulled up his lower armor. Church did his best to try and stay still in order to remain unheard from the enemy, and he watched as the other searched the ground for a weapon, obviously forgetting that he had discarded anything of value a ways back.

"Hello? Don't fuckin' get close to me I have a sniper! I'll blow your fuckin' head off point blank!" Church smiled a little at the comment, knowing it was a lie, but once he saw the man pick up an assault rifle, Church quickly fled. Fighting in the darkness, especially with guns would lead to nothing but two dead soldiers.

His footsteps pounded against the floor as he heard haphazard firing from behind him. "You better fucking run!" the voice called after him and Church made his way out of the cave in less than half the time it took him to make it in. He couldn't get the image out of his mind. The half naked male using the wall as a support, the frantic movements of his hand and the labored breathing...Above all, watching as the male finally reached his peak. The cry, the cry of sweet release burned in his mind. Doing the best to force it out he just pressed on faster, ignoring the throbbing pressure against his lower armor.

Upon reaching the base, Caboose and even Tucker stood just outside the ramp waiting for him.

"What the hell happened in there?" Tucker said, obviously annoyed that he had been woken up.

"We heard gunshots! Did the shiny things shoot bullets?" Caboose said worriedly.

"It was just a red hiding out in there, I think they were spying on us...It's alright though, I scared him back to base and got his sniper..." Church's voice trailed off, half in the conversation, half in shock at what he had witnessed in the cave.

"Tucker, get back to bed, Caboose, just...continue on..."

And with that, Tucker went back to his room, Caboose stood as solemnly as he could on guard and Church retired for the night.

End note: Okey, well...I have more to post still in following chapter(s) can't decide how long this is going to be. It will probably get progressively more smutty though. Think of this as a...teaser of sorts. :]

Until next time, adios!