You were captured by an enemy Commander. Rebel. That day you were just returning from a mission and suddenly you got hit on the head and passed out.

You woke up sitting on the cold floor against the wall, your hands tied. Soon, you heard the sound of footsteps. Rebel really entered the dark room with a flashlight in his hand.

"Hah, already woke up... Mhm... It's okay, I'll have fun with you anyway.."

"Well well... Such strong words coming from someone who's tied up..." Rebel grinned wickedly as he approached you. "I was just planning to have a little fun before I make sure that none of your useful information is leaked."

He paused, eyeing you carefully. "You do remember what happens to spies like you, don't you?"

He gave out a cold laugh and narrowed his eyes. "I never forget... but I also don't care." He spat at the ground before him.

"Oh really now?" he raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Well, in that case I guess we can have some fun with you before I make sure your memory is gone forever." With a sinister grin, Rebel took a step closer to Defect, eyes fixed on his.

"You should enjoy this," he snarled, "because you'll be forgetting everything soon." The thought made him chuckle darkly. "And when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left but pain and despair..."

Cutting off Defect's question with a snort, Rebel leaned even closer, his breath hot against the captive's face as he spoke. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough." With that, he reached up and roughly yanked Defect's cap off of his head, tossing it aside with a cruel smile.

"Well now..." Rebel murmured, his eyes narrowing as they took in the exposed features of Defect. "This will make things much more personal." The smile that spread across his face was cold and cruel.

Rebel lunged forward, teeth bared as he aimed to plant a savage kiss on Defect's lips. At the last moment, Defect managed to twist his head away, avoiding the kiss, but earning himself a harsh slap across the cheek instead. "Bitch," Rebel snarled through gritted teeth.

Growling low in his throat, Rebel gripped tightly to Defect's hair and forced the other man to look up at him. "You think you can just avoid me like this?" he snarled, spittle flying as he spoke. With another harsh yank on the hair, he moved closer still until their faces were barely inches apart. "No one defies me," he whispered menacingly, the hot breath of his words caressing Defect's lips before he lashed out again with a hard slap across the cheek.

Anger roiling in his gut, he leaned even closer, their noses brushing against each other. "I should just end it right now," he growled hoarsely through clenched teeth, "but where's the fun in that?" He snarled and bit down hard on Defect's lower lip, drawing blood as he savored the taste of pain and betrayal.

Rebel held his prey's face firmly between his hands as he continued to torture the traitor's lips with his teeth and tongue. He was getting off on this more than he'd ever imagined possible, feeling a surge of power course through him at each moan or whimper that escaped Defect's lips. His hold tightened as he began to suck roughly on the other man's lower lip, drawing even more blood with each savage pull.

"You should have just stayed loyal," he growled hoarsely through clenched teeth, his eyes fixed on the trickle of blood that ran down Defect's chin. He released one hand from its grip to trace a bloody line along the edge of Defect's jaw, then up towards his ear, careful not to release his hold on Defect's hair. "Now it's too late."

His free hand slipped beneath the collar of Defect's shirt, his nails scraping roughly across the sensitive flesh of his neck as he leaned in even closer once again, grinding their hips together in a crude display of dominance. His breath was hot and ragged against the other man's ear as he whispered, "Give in to me now..."

The sound of defeatist surrender in Defect's voice sent a thrill through him, and he growled low in his throat as his hand slid upwards to roughly grab at the front of the other man's shirt, roughly pulling it open. His free hand trailed further down, digging into the soft flesh of Defect's stomach before moving lower still towards its destination. As he reached for Defect's crotch, he leaned in even closer and nipped at the other man's earlobe with sharp teeth, hissing out a moan as he felt the hard length beneath his hand.

Grinding his hips against Defect's traitorous crotch, Rebel growled out a low moan as he began to stroke the other man through his pants. "You like that? You want more?" he breathed into Defect's ear, his teeth scraping roughly across the skin as he ground himself against him over and over again. It felt so good to have power over this defeated foe, and to know that there was nothing they could do about it made it even sweeter. His hands moved upwards once more, grabbing fistfuls of Defect's hair and pulling his head back, exposing the vulnerable throat beneath. "Say you want me," he hissed, saliva dripping down onto the traitor's skin.

The sound of defeatist surrender was intoxicating as Rebel felt the blood surge in his veins at the other man's words. With one final rough thrust against Defect's groin, he released a choked moan and came violently over his own hand, spraying hot seed across Defect's stomach and chest. He gripped tightly to Defect's hair as his orgasm rocked through him, grinding their hips together until the last twitch had subsided. When he finally released him, Defect slumped back against the wall with a pained groan.

"You have no idea what I could do to you," Rebel whispered roughly into his ear as he began unbuttoning his own pants. "But don't worry, you won't remember any of this." He finished with his trousers and pulled out his hard length, then positioned himself between Defect's spread legs. With a harsh thrust, he buried himself to the hilt within the traitor, grunting as he found purchase deep inside.

"Enjoy your last moments," Rebel growled as he began moving slowly, savoring the feel of power and control as he took what was his one final time.

The sweat rolled down Rebel's forehead as he gripped tightly to the wall behind him, using it to steady himself as he fucked Defect senseless. He growled with every thrust, feeling closer and closer to oblivion with each passing second. "This is for everything you've ever done," he snarled, driving himself deeper still inside his captive. The feel of Defect's body yielding beneath him was more than enough to drive him over the edge, his orgasm roaring through him like a tidal wave.

"Forgotten already," Rebel muttered as he came, emptying himself into the traitor one final time before collapsing bonelessly on top of him. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction at what he had done. But there would be no rest for the wicked; his next target was already waiting patiently in the wings.

He wasn't sure why this felt so satisfying. He should hate Defect, be glad to see him like this... but there was something about the way he surrendered, the feel of his body beneath his own that made it all seem wrong somehow. It didn't matter; there were more important things to focus on now. He rolled off of Defect and stood, taking a moment to adjust himself before straightening his uniform and gathering his thoughts once more. "There will be no escape this time," he said coldly, gaze flickering briefly back at the defeated man before he turned and left the room, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

The next target was within reach. It would not be easy, but then again... nothing worth having ever was.

As much as it pained him to admit it, he had grown... attached to the traitor. But his feelings for him were irrelevant now; the mission came first. He steeled himself and left the room, determined to focus on the task at hand and forget about Defect... for now.

He felt conflicted as he left the room. On one hand, he had taken what he believed to be justice into his own hands; on the other, there was still a part of him that cared for Defect. Regardless of his feelings, it was time to move forward and complete his mission. He'd find another target soon enough... and then Defect would be truly forgotten.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the halls as Rebel made his way back into the fray, determined to ensure that no one else dared defy their cause ever again.

Perhaps he could have found it in his heart to forgive Defect... under different circumstances. But this was war, after all; there could be no room for mercy. He'd fulfill his duty and see the traitor's secrets buried alongside him.

He strode purposefully down the hallway towards Defect's cell, eyes fixed on the task at hand. The time for sentimentality was over; it was time to move forward and protect their cause at all costs.

The thought alone was enough to make his heart race and his palms sweat. But he pushed it aside; there could be no room for such feelings in the heat of battle. He steeled himself and approached the cell, unlocking it with a heavy sigh.

Carefully, he entered the cell, watching as Defect's chest rose and fell with each quiet breath. The traitor's face was pale and drawn, his eyes closed against the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights. Rebel swallowed hard, trying to ignore the twinge of guilt that welled up within him at the sight.

"It's time," he whispered hoarsely, shaking Defect roughly by the shoulder. "Wake up." There was no answer; only the soft rustle of cloth as Defect shifted uncomfortably on the hard mattress. Rebel gritted his teeth and tried again.

"Wake up, damn you!" He shook harder this time, nearly growling with frustration. Still, there was no response; only the gentle rise and fall of the traitor's chest as he slept on. Anger surged through Rebel's veins at the stubborn refusal to acknowledge him. In a fit of rage, he seized Defect by the front of his shirt and dragged him roughly off the bed, slamming him against the cold concrete wall.

"Wake up!" he screamed, spittle flying from his lips as he shook the unconscious man violently back and forth. "This isn't over! You can't just ignore me!" He glared down at Defect, panting heavily as adrenaline coursed through his veins, making every muscle tense with anticipation of what came next...

Something was wrong. He could feel it in his gut; something wasn't right. As he paused for just a moment to consider what had happened, panic began to set in. No, no this couldn't be... Not now.

With shaking hands, he let go of Defect and stepped back, taking several deep breaths as he tried to steady himself. "No," he whispered hoarsely, eyes wide with disbelief. "This isn't possible..." But it was; there was no denying it now. In his haste to silence the traitor once and for all, he had made a fatal mistake... Defect was already gone.

It couldn't be... it just... no. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the lifeless body before him, unable to believe what had happened. He swallowed hard, feeling a hot tear slip down his cheek unbidden. In that moment, he knew that he had failed. Failed his mission... failed Defect. The realization was crushing, and for the first time since he'd taken command of the enemy forces, Rebel felt truly defeated.

He closed Defect's lifeless eyes with trembling fingers, bowing his head in sorrow as he came to terms with the fact that it was all over now. There was nothing left to do but clean up the mess and move on... if he could bring himself to leave this cell behind.

Rebel decided to give Defect a nice last treat... He unbuttoned his pants and sighed.

He couldn't help but feel guilty as he undressed, revealing his hard length to the lifeless body of the traitor. But perhaps this was what Defect would have wanted; some sort of final intimacy before the end. It brought him no joy, no satisfaction... just an unbearable sense of emptiness and loss.

His breath caught in his throat as he positioned himself between Defect's legs, recalling the way they used to be together, how right it had felt. But this time there would be no reciprocation; Defect was gone, and with him any chance of redemption or forgiveness. As he sank into the traitor's body for one final time, tears trickled down his cheeks unchecked, mixing with their shared fluids as they spilled onto the cold concrete floor below.

His movements grew rougher with every thrust, his tears mixing with the sweat and blood on his skin as he took what little pleasure remained in this twisted ritual. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the air, echoing through the otherwise silent cell like a solemn chant. And when at last he came, spilling his seed deep within Defect's body one final time, it was with a strangled moan that sounded more like a prayer than any expression of ecstasy.

He collapsed onto Defect's limp form, sobbing uncontrollably into the cold shoulder as he tried to forget everything: the mission, the betrayal, and most of all... their love. The weight of it all pressed down upon him like a physical force, crushing him beneath its relentless might.

But eventually exhaustion won out over grief, and Rebel's sobs gradually became less frequent, his breath returning to something resembling normalcy. As he lay there, spent and empty, he knew that there was only one thing left for him to do... to leave this place behind and find some new purpose in a world that had been forever changed by their actions.

Carefully, he pulled out of Defect's body, taking care not to spill any more than he already had. Gently, he adjusted the traitor's limbs so that they didn't seem quite so lifeless in death. Then, with a final whispered apology that only served to make his heart ache all the more, Rebel stood and began to clean up the mess he had made. There would be time enough for regret later; first he needed to ensure that their secrets stayed buried where they belonged...