"Points of Authority"

By: God of Insanity

Pairing(s): Marcus/Dom, Dom/Marcus, and Possibly Other pairings apply

Summary: Set loosely after Jacinto sinks. Post Gears of War2.

Warning(s): M/M YAOI, LEMONS, SPOILERS, Blood, horror, Oral, Maledom, D/s, Character Death, and other warnings apply.

A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU DISLIKE MALEXMALE SEX/RELATIONSHIPS! I cannot state it any louder than that. If you don't effing like it, don't effing read it, baby.

Surprisingly there's barely any Gears of War yaoi/slash.(whatever ya want to call it) -_- I've decided to try my hand at it. Of course, most girls who read yaoi like the pretty man thing and although that is nice, it has gotten old. This story will probably be a few chapters long. Bear with me.

I have played both Gears of War games more than once, so I'm aware of the story and how the characters are. I will try my best to portray them as close to how they actually are. The only problem with GOW is that in the game, while the story and dialogue is interesting, it is also vague. So I'm pretty much going to have to make up shit to fill in the blanks.

Disclaimer(s): I do not own Gears of War. This is fanfiction. Notice the fan in front of fiction. I merely own my own ideas and the effort I put into these fan fictions. I make no profit whatsoever.

Intro

The days blend together. I can't even remember how long I've been free now. Or as close to being free as a soldier is during a global war. Some days I feel like I'm still in that prison cell with no sunlight, no air...no sanity. Sometimes I miss that cell. As dark and as solitary as it was, it was strangely tranquil even if my mind wasn't at peace. It was almost like lying in your grave waiting for your impending death. In some ways, I believed I was going to die in that cell.

Guess I was wrong.

In prison, everyone always tried to fuck with me. Fresh meat, they said. Traitor, they said. Try as they might, they could never get a piece of me. Well, not in the way that they wanted. They got a few punches in before I sent them to the medical ward. Most of these bastards had been wasting away long before I came. But that didn't mean they couldn't fuck me up.

I'm no fool. I know what goes on in prisons. I remember hearing the screaming. Whether it was from rape, beatings, or death, it always started out the same. And it always ended the same.

For a year, I was placed in solitary confinement for almost beating would-be rapists to death. In the showers, one of the inmates decided to drop my soap for me, or so they planned. Ya gotta give me some credit, though. Fending off another man in the showers isn't an easy task. Slippery floor. Water. Soap. A dozen or so of jeering men. Add it all up and do the math.

But I ain't complaining. I never did much enjoy speaking or seeing other people so when they did toss me into solitary confinement, it was more than a blessing than a punishment for me.

Then one day, the door opened and there stood Dom.

It was unreal and blinding at the same time. I had to cover my eyes from the blinding light. It had been so long since I had seen any light, let alone seen that door open. At first, I didn't know whether I was just seeing hallucinations.

But it was really Dom. Dominic Santiago, an old friend of mine.

He told me that I had been pardoned. But I knew what that really meant. It meant that Prescott had become desperate. He wanted to win the damn war and in his own desperation, he pardoned all of us so-called criminals so that he could use us to fight.

You lose all your men then you begin dipping into other reserves to gain more soldiers. Kinda makes sense, though in a fucked up way. Lock us away to rot, then free us to die.

In all the years that I was locked down in the dark, they had lost so many gears and civilians. The numbers are staggering and even someone like I can't immediately believe it.

The world was more damaged than I ever remembered it being. Ever since I joined the Gears many years ago, it was fucked up, but not as bad as it is now. Now it's just gone to shit.

It's always raining. Goddamn rain.

Somewhere around, I hear Baird complaining about something again. I ignore it and choose to scan my surroundings in case something unwelcome decided to spring up from below.

Damn grubs.

"Yo, baby, calm down. It's all cool, aight?" Cole says calmly, trying his best to console the obviously irritated Baird. As showy and self-centered as Cole was, I have to admit he is a damn good soldier and he always counters Baird smoothly and efficiently. If anyone could calm or quiet the blond man down, it was Cole.

"No, it ain't cool," Baird disagrees then he looks directly at me and shouts, "Hey Marcus, why doncha wave that magic wand of yours and get us the hell out of here?"

"Shut up, Baird," is all I can think of to say at the moment. I am at my wits end at this point. Every single day repeats itself and ever since I had been released, I had lost track of time. Not that I had track of time in prison, but still. Mostly what I can remember is the major battles. Everything else just mixes together into some weird greyish brown muck.

The blond soldier starts to say something back to me, but I choose to ignore it by centering my attention on Dom. He is abnormally quiet and standing stock still. He isn't staring at anything in particular and something about him seemed...off. I can't say that I blame him, though.

It's only been barely a month since he had to shoot his wife in the head, after all. In truth, Maria had died long ago before we even found her. What he had held in his arms had been nothing but a shell of her former self.

Hell, I understand how it feels to lose somebody you love, but not like that.

"-Marcus, are you even listening to me? Seriously, man, snap out of your dream world and do your damn job!" Baird bit out angrily. For some reason, he always gets especially angry when I ignore him. Sometimes he acts like some sort of neglected puppy, or worse, a smitten girl. Ugh.

I roll my weary shoulders and glare over my shoulder at the blond man. He glares back with his bright eyes. Cole laughs. Dom says nothing.

"Yo, Marcus, man, I hate to say it, but Baird has a point. We can't stay here forever, baby," Cole points out after he's had a good laugh at our expense.

I nod curtly to him and look back over at Dom. He's not even looking at us. Sighing, I walk over to Dom and clap my hand onto his shoulder. He jumps as if startled. "Dom, you ok?"

Dom slowly looks at me and then after a moment, he nods even more slowly. His eyes seem to be saying something to me, but I don't know what, so I place it inside the catacombs of my mind to analyze later.

"We gotta go now, Dom. The woman is complaining," I tell him and jerk my chin in the direction of Baird to indicate who I was referring to.

Cole laughs again.

It takes Baird a few moments to realize what I had said and then he snarls, "Fuck you, Marcus!"

"I don't think Marcus is that desperate, yet, baby," Cole inserts and laughs at his own joke.

Baird shoots Cole a withering glare and objects, "Keep your sick fantasies to yourself, Cole Train."

"Yo, whatever, baby. No need to get your panties in a wad," the biggest member of our Delta team counters easily.

I turn away and crack a weak smile.

"Are we leaving now, your majesty, or do you need us to kiss your ass first?" Baird asks in his usual, dry sarcastic tone.

There was something different in Baird's voice and face that I had never noticed before. I couldn't place what it was, but it looked and felt similar to what Dom's eyes had conveyed. But what? I didn't know. I had never noticed these things before. Perhaps I was just going crazy and seeing things that weren't there. Yeah, that's what was. I've finally fucking lost it.

"Yeah, let's get the hell out of here," I croak and I trudge ahead of them in the chosen direction. I don't need to look to see if they're following me. I can hear their boots clunking on the dry ground plus I can hear Baird muttering obscenities, Cole singing something to himself, and Dom's heavy silence.

Hoorah.

TBC...?

A/N: Feedback is appreciated, as always. These guys are amusing and I hope I keep them close to their characters as possible. For now, I'm probably mostly going to be working on this story and my Original.