#specopsguy

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  If I am not part of the solution I am part of the problem.

 The first pride was a riot led by a black trans woman.  I thought as I walked with the massive crowd of protesters. Yelling at the top of my lungs: "No justice! No peace!" repeating it over and over again, the mantra resonating throughout the crowd.

  The day had been going very well! And here at the end of this day of peaceful protesting we had ended up at the place that needed to hear our outrage of the unjust and unfair treatment of people of color in America the most: The White House.

  I raise my sign higher trying to make the bold lettering on my rainbow painted cardboard more clear. 

  "BLACK LIVES MATTER!" I yell, wanting the police to hear as well as see what they can't seem to comprehend. The girl next to me picks up my chant and soon the whole crowd is joining in with me. Filling me with a sense of unity and hope.

    BANG.

 The loud sound closely being followed by screaming shattered the hope of finally getting our voices heard. Knowing that these police officers don't give a damn about the people they are supposed to be protecting filling me with rage and fear for everyone around me.  

 I look at the officers in full riot gear charging at us and turn to the girl next to me in fear, knowing that the cops will go after her first because of the beautiful color skin she was born with. Seeing the fear reflected in her face I make a choice that, although might get me hurt, I just know will save her life.

   "Run!" I shout at her. "And don't look back!" 

 Recalling all the hours of self defense classes I thought I would only have to use against homophobes and assholes, I duck under the fist thrown at my face. 

 If you were to ask me later what exactly happened from that point up until when they decided to use teargas on civilians, I couldn't tell you. But I can tell you that I had applied my knowledge of how to throw a physically larger male, to the ground, very productively. 

 I some how ended up in the front of the crowd despite being smaller and less intimidating than my fellow protesters. Especially the unbelievably tall man to the right of me dressed head to toe in black protective gear. Looking as if he was a special operations soldier from an apocalypse move. I notice him pulling on large thick yellow gloves with vigor. 

  What are those for? I think. His hands are huge... His hand could probably cover my whole face while he's -

 I hear a large popping sound. Braking the sudden pause in the cops assault. (As well as my not so Innocent observations of the man next to me.) I turn to the police and see smoke. 

 They're teargassing us! I think. I freeze, unable to believe the audacity of these cops using biological weapons, that have been outlawed in the use of war by the Geneva convention, on American citizens. 

 Movement to my right prompts me to look the tall "spec ops" man. He moves so fluidly as he picks up the canister of teargas and throws it back as the cops. That it sends my thoughts back to my earlier appreciation of his physique.

  Goddamn. That's hot. He could hold me up against a wall effortlessly. Or he-

   Pain exploding on my left arm forcibly pulls me from my inappropriate thought about the man in spec ops gear and back to the riot.

  I scramble to think of what to do next when I remember a video I saw, a while back, of protesters in Hong Kong covering teargas canisters with construction cones. Looking around I see a stack of them by a building to my right. My heart pounding a frantic tempo in my chest as I speed towards the cones. As I grab one and turn I see a canister on the ground, spewing out toxic smoke. I launch myself at it and cover the canister with my impromptu weapon of choice. I then move the cone, pick up the canister, and throw it back towards the police. Fortunately missing the spec ops guy by half a foot. Unfortunately getting his attention and probably his disapproval. He steps away from the fencing and back towards me as more canisters are thrown. Another one lands close to me and I rush to cover it to reduce the smoke. 

   "I got it!" the Man yelled to me. Surprising me slightly with the unexpected demand. I moved the cone for him to grab the canister. He picked it up and threw it at the police, landing further and in a larger group of police than my canister did.

   "You get them, I'll throw them!" He ordered me, patting me in the center of my chest. prompting me to move towards another canister on the ground that is releasing the toxic fumes.

   It felt like hours, but was probably only minutes. And when the street had cleared of most protesters I look around, in search of anyone who needed help.

   "You! Get out of here!" Came another order from my, very hot, impromptu riot buddy. 

  I hesitated. Not wanting to leave him to the cops.

   "Go!" He shouted, grabbing my shoulder and turning me away from the approaching line of police.

   I ran.

   I don't know how I got home. It was all a blur of hitching rides with kind strangers and avoiding police. But I do remember that night.

   I remember bandaging my wounds from an afternoon, evening, and night of standing up for my fellow human beings against those who would shun, hurt, and even kill others simply for the color of their skin. 

  I remember thinking of the man that was by my side though the most intense moments of conflict. Thinking of the man who let me fight against the injustice with him instead of shunning me for almost hitting him with a teargas canister.

  I remember thinking of how tall he was. Thinking how big his hands were and how easily he was able to manhandle me in to running to safety...

   And if that night as I lay in bed, coming down from the intense adrenaline rush, started thinking a little too much about what the man in spec ops gear's hand on me felt like. Well, he'll never know. And besides I probably won't ever see him again...

 -Fox

  The next day I found myself back at the protest. Somewhat more prepared than the day before, with knee and elbow pads underneath my dark jeans and black long sleeve shirt. I also added large dark sunglasses in addition to the pride flag mask that my friend had made for me. Thinking that it couldn't hurt to be less identifiable if today turns out like yesterday had.

   "Do you think I should have worn a hat?" I ask my friend Madelyn.

   "If you think someone will recognize you for that brown mop on your head you call 'hair'. than your dumber than you look." Madelyn said as she held out her hand. Motioning that it's her turn to hold up the sign that we brought today.

   ACAB. in white lettering on a black piece of thin plywood.

   "My hair's not that bad!" I hand her the sign, grateful for her idea of using a plywood sign to give us a little more protection. 

   "You're right! I've seen worse birds nests." she shot back at me, peeking over the top of her sunglasses.

   Ya know, sometimes i wonder why all my friends seem to be sadists.

   "Rude! I'm just worried someone will recognize me. I wasn't exactly doing the most legal thing yesterday."

   "You worry too much." she shrugged me off. "And besides, the cops did it first. You were just defending yourself."

   "Somehow I don't think that argument will hold up in court." I say as I scan the crowd.

   Oh shit. He's here. I think. Then I silently begin to berate myself. Come on Fox! why would you think that your hot riot buddy wouldn't be here? He's obviously serious about this.

   "Why are you blushing?"

   Fuck. I'm never going to hear the end of this if she finds out.

   "No reason." I lie. Panic shooting through me. "it's just hot?"

   Madelyn gives me a look and adjusts her pink headband moving her thick curly hair out of her face. "Is that so?"

   She scans the crowd. Immediately spotting the Man in spec ops gear.

   "That's one hell of a man! Isn't he Fox?" She says slyly to me. 

   "Yeah." Shit, my voice cracked.

   "We should say 'hi'!" Madelyn proclaimed. Tucking the sign under her arm and pulling me by my sleeve, dragging me towards the man who had let me help yesterday.

   He was standing off to the side of the street looking towards a police barricade nearby. It was almost as if he was a divine sentinel looking to protect the protesters. The fact solidifying in my mind as we drew nearer, and took more notice of him. I realized that he was much taller than I remembered. His almost seven foot frame dwarfing my slight five and a half stature.

   "Maddie, stop!" I hissed at my friend. "What are you even going to say to him?!"

   "Hey, you!" The voice startled me. As I turn away from my friend I came face to chest with the spec ops guy from yesterday.

   "Uh, hi?" I look up to his voice and notice the camera mounted onto the helmet obscuring his face.

   He's a genus. he can have records of everything that happens at these protests. I think in awe.

   "Your the guy from yesterday. With the construction cone?" He covered one hand with the other and then mimed throwing something. "I'm glad to have someone else helping out yesterday. Even if your throwing sucks."

   The smug tone in his voice causing my face to heat up.

   "I was just glad I could help." God! Why am I so awkward around hot guys! he's probably straight! Stop trying to flirt!

   "Well since you guys seem to know each other I'm going back to our group!" Madelyn said from my left. she patted my arm and said "Call me later, preferably not from a jail cell!" With that and a wink she was gone. leaving me standing next to the man I had thought a little too hard about last night.

  Traitor, I think, might as well talk to him...

   "Uh, so-" yelling cut though my feeble attempt to strike up conversation.

   "Stay close to me." The spec ops guy ordered. He pulled me along towards the police barricade.

   "Hey, you! Back up! You fucking cops!"

   What followed was a lot of yelling and cursing. 

   At one time the Tank of a man I was with started listing off the police officers' names. Seeing him have to bend down to look at their faces leads me to worry about having an inappropriate reaction in my pants.

   Not the time Fox! you can jerk-off to this later!

   As the sun begins to set the yelling gets louder. 

   I was not surprised to hear gun shots soon after the street light had turned on.

   I was, however very supersized when the spec ops guy grabbed at my arm and told me to run.

   We ran hard when I heard a sound like a plate shattering behind me. Searing pain erupted behind my left ear. Then everything around me faded out and I felt strong arms hold on to me. Then nothingness.

 -Fox

The first thing I felt was pain. It radiated out from the back of my head and my left arm.

 ...ow....what happened?...

 "You got hit in the head with a rubber bullet." The voice next to me startled me to full contentiousness.

 I groaned and tried to sit up on, what I can now see, is a bed. I whimpered in pain from the pounding in my scull.

 "Hey, take it easy." A hand grasped my uninjured arm and helped steady me. "You're lucky that the bullet bounced off a wall before it hit you."

 "I don't feel very lucky right now." I responded, wincing from the light streaming from the lamp on a night stand by the bed. "Where am I?"

 "My house, that hit knocked you out and I couldn't take you to the hospital." The hand on my arm started to move to my head. I jerked my head away not wanting him to make my head hurt worse.

 "It's okay, I'm not gonna' hurt you man." The hand started to pull away.

 "Sorry! I just-" I reached for his hand and looked up.

 Wow. No wonder he wears a mask. He's gorgeous. I thought, taking in his sun kissed skin and the brown dreads tipped in blonde that tumbled over his broad shoulders. I admired how chiseled his jaw is, and howwarm his brown eyes looked. So dreamy.... 

 "Just?"

 "Huh?"

 "Just what?" he moved his hand. Making me realize that I still hand his hand in my grasp while I was ogling him.

 "Sorry!" I dropped his hand. "I- uh. I just, didn't want- ah, I mean-"

 "Hey, calm down." He put his hands up in a placating manner. As if I was a frightened animal. "I shouldn't have touched you without asking."

 "it's okay, just- ah, just give me a second. Okay?" 

 "Yeah"

 He has such a nice voice.

 I closed my eyes and took a breath. I could remember most of what happened. The protest, police, and when people were shot at. I recalled the moments before I was knocked out. I remember feeling strong arms holding me after everything had faded to black.

 He must have carried me. Fuck. He cared me while running from cops and dogging bullets. God-damn he's hot. 

 I took another deep breath. Now is not the time to be drooling over him. He's sitting right there! while you're probably in his bed...

 "Thank you. For making sure I got somewhere safe." I said, trying to distract myself from my thoughts. "I'm Fox"

 "Fox" His voice was filled with much skepticism.

 "My name really is Fox!" I turn to face him, pleading with him to believe me. "My parents acutely named me Fox! They're major hippys!"

 "Okay, okay" his hands came up again. He chuckled to himself and said more to himself than to me "Man you sure do get worked up a lot for such a little guy."  

 "I'm not little." I say potting and crossing my arms gingerly. "You're just freakishly big."

 "Is that so?" His voice dropped to a low rumble as he shifted closer to me.

 "Yeah." I replied, my throat suddenly feeling very dry. I licked my lips and watched his eyes flicker towards them.

 I felt heat creeping up my face.

 "What's your name" I say, the words coming out in more of a whisper in the heavy atmosphere.

 "What makes you think I'll tell you?" Came the Rumbling reply.

 "Please?" The word escaping me in a quiet whimper.

 His eyes flicker to my mouth again and I see his adam''s apple bob as he gulps. He looks at me like he's going to pounce. As I feel heat start building in my belly and spread lower I look back up at his eyes.

 "Please? Tell me?" I ask, and bite the inside of my lip. 

 "Marc. My name is Marc."

 "Marc." I test the name. "kiss me please, Marc?"

 "Fuck." his hand cup my face as his lips crash into mine.

I moaned into his mouth as he moved to straddle me on the bed. His lips tasted like mint and coffee. The hands that have done so much violence treat me like glass. like I'm a fragile little thing.

 I feel his tongue lick at my lips and I eagerly open my mouth to him. Wanting more of his intoxicating taste. Moaning I reach out my hands, wanting so desperately to touch. felling his muscled sides causing me to whine with need.

 Marc brakes the kiss and move a had away from my face to kiss and suck down my neck.

 "ah- yeah... mm-" I moan uncontrollably as he kisses down my neck and slides his hand down my back. Pulling me further into him. as he shifts his  other hand back towards my neck he brushes the bandage.

 "ow!" I yelp and jerk away from his hand.

 "Fuck, are you okay?"

 "Yeah." I manage to pant out. "You just- what, are you-?" 

 Marc moves off me cutting my attempt to reassure him.

 "You're hurt. I shouldn't be taking advantage of you."

"You're not-" 

 "I'm going to get you some water and some food stay here." Marc says, cutting off my attempts assure him that he is definitely not taking advantage of me.

 "But-"

 "Stay."

 And with that Marc closed the door behind him.

 Well that was interesting.

I looked around the room I was in. Taking in the bed I was on with its dark gray sheets and comforter. I looked to my right and saw a light gray night stand with a black lamp on it. Next to that was a chair.

 Marc must have been sitting in that while I was out. Making sure I didn't die from a possible concussion. I blushed at the thought, knowing that I seep talk.

 I scanned the rest of the room seeing a window behind the chair and a bookcase filled with books in the corner just after the window. At the foot of the bed was a TV mounted onto the wall with a light gray dresser underneath. The two gray doors to my left stood out against the cream colored wall. The one further from the bed being the one Marc had gone through.

 That door must be the bathroom. I thought, as I gingerly pulled the covers back. My first attempt to stand made the room spin. The second attempt being moderately more successful, as I made it off the bed.  

 It's only three steps. You can do this fox!  I think as I slowly made my way toward the door.

 I reached the door without falling. inside was indeed a bathroom. I used the toilet, washed my hand and splashed water on my face. I tried lifting my shirt to see if my bruised arm was any better for my unfortunate run in with a teargas canister. The pain being too much with trying to avoid irritating my arm as well as my head that I just gave up and went back into the bedroom to wait for Marc.

 I didn't have to wait long before Marc came back with a sandwich on a clear plate and a glass of water.

"Here." He said walking around the bed to place the food in the nightstand. "How are you feeling?"

 "I'm fine. A little sore and icky from the protest but fine." I throw him a smile as I pick up the sandwich and take a bite.

 "Good. That's good." He said, shuffling awkwardly. Not looking me in the face. "The police placed a curfew so you won't be able to leave tonight. you can have the bed I'll take the couch." he made a gesture towards the door. "So if you don't need anything-"

 I cut him off remembering my injuries. "Wait! I need your help with something."

 Marc straightened and finally looked at me. Face painted with concern at my pleading tone.

 "I need to check and clean my arm but I can't take off my shirt by myself." I say motioning to my left arm and head.

 Marc hesitates and I can see a slight color to his cheeks. 

 "Fox, i-"

 "Please? I already tried and it hurt too much. Please?"

 "Okay." Marc said, motioning towards the bathroom.

 I walked slightly unsteadily into the bathroom and turned to Marc.

 Standing in the small space with him reminded me that he is the tallest man I have ever seen.

 I want to kiss him again. I think to my self

 Marc leaned down to pull at the hem of my shirt. As he gently strips me of it I feel myself flush with want. After it's off I  look up at Marc, bare chested and seeing him tower over me with a hungry look on his face, I decide I'm going to do everything I can to ensure this man knows just how much I appreciate him.

 "Could you help me with my elbow and knee pads?" I ask looking up at Marc through my lashes and biting my lip.

 "Yeah... Okay.." he breathes.

Marc unstraps my elbow pads and looks me in the eyes.

 "Are you sure you want me to do this?" he says in a strained voice.

 "yes, please. I trust you."

 Marc groans softly and lowers into a crouch to undo my pants. He slowly pulls them down revealing my black boxer briefs my half hard cock straining the fabric.

 "Fuck." he looks up at me unsure if he was the cause of my predicament.

 I blushed unable to look him in the eyes (Even though I want him to fuck me more than anything.)

 "Before, you said that you shouldn't take advantage of me?" I lick my lips and look down at Marc. "What if I want you to take advantage of me?"

 Marc surges up grabbing me and placing me on the counter. Slotting himself between my legs and pressing hid arousal into mine. making me whimper.

 "Are you sure? Because if you change your mind I might go insane." Marc practically begs me. Making me want him more.

 "I'm sure. Please! I want you to fuck me." 

 Marc swore and kissed me with enthusiasm. Consuming me as he rolled his hips into mine.

 I move my hands from in between us to Marc's back. Feeling the muscles ripple under my hands. Marc starts to roll his hips into mine and I throw my head back, overwhelmed with pleasure.

 "Fuck, the things I want to do to you." Marc growled into my neck.

 "Ah! Tell me?" I ask as I move my hands lower, and grab at his ass. Feeling the muscles ripple as he continues to roll his hips into mine.

 "I want to fuck you. Ah, fill you up so good baby and pound you 'till you stop thinking."

 "Ah, yes! what's stopping you? give it to me, Please!"

 Strong hand grab me under my thighs and lift me. I kick off my pants as Marc effortlessly carries me to the bed. He laid me on the bed and quickly stripped himself of his shirt and pants. Drawing a whimper from me as I see he wasn't wearing underwear.

 Marc pressed me down on the bed. Stopping as I winced. He opened his mouth, probably to tell me we should stop. 

 Thinking quick. I turn onto my stomach and lift my ass up.

 "Fuck, baby." Marc growled at me as he draped himself over my back. his cock pressed against my ass. "you're so perfect."

 "Please, Marc! I need you!" I beg, my mind clouded over with lust.

 "Shh, I'm gonna take good care of you, baby boy." Marc whispers in my ear as I hear a rustling sound followed by the sound of a cap popping.

 When Marc pulls off my underwear I spread my legs and arch my back.

 I hear him take a sharp breath.

 "You're gonna be the death of me Fox."

 "Stop teasing me, please! I need- i-"

 "Shh, I got you. I got you, baby." Marc whispers. Kissing my neck as he presses a finger into me. Moans and whimpers rolling nonstop from between my lips as I press back on into him.

 "More." I beg, becoming less and less coherent the more turned on I become.

 The cycle of begging and cursing going on until Marc had three fingers burred inside me. I protest as he pulls his fingers out.

Marc just chucked at me. "So needy, aren't you, Fox. Do you think you're ready to take me?" 

 "Yes... Marc, Please!" I beg half out of my mind with want.

 Without warning Marc thrusts fully inside me. Tearing a scream of pleasure out of me that was so loud I almost missed the sexiest moan coming from Marc as he bottomed out inside me.

 "Fuck, baby. Feels so good." Marc breaths into my shoulder and he grinds his hips in to mine.

 "So full." I whimper. "Move, ah!"  My pleading was cut short as Marc braces his left hand on the mattress grabbing my hip with the other.

 I felt as though my mind had shattered as soon as Marc started to fuck me. He slammed punishingly into me while pulling me back to him. As Marc got rougher with me I moaned louder until I was practically screaming out his name.

 "That's it, baby. come for me." Marc growled in my ear. "Cum for me Fox."

My orgasm cascaded through me in crashing waves leaving me wrung out and satisfied. In the midst of my orgasm I heard and felt Marc cum buried deep inside me.

 I shifted and felt a new pain in my right shoulder.

 "Fuck, I'm sorry. I bit you." Marc apologized kissing at the bite.

 "It's okay. I don't mind when it's you." I mumble into a pillow. physically and emotionally exhausted.

 " 'cmon, lets get you cleaned up." Marc said as he pulled out gently.

 He then picked me up bridal style and proceeded to carry me to the bathroom.

We showered together, Marc doing most of the washing on both of us. He towelled us off and carried me back into the bed room, placing me onto the bed and turning.

 "Don't leave, please?" I whispered with tears in my eyes, suddenly filled with sadness. 

 "I won't baby. I was just grabbing you some clothes." Marc says a hand brushing my cheek at the tears that haven't fallen yet.

"I don't need any. just you."

 "Fox, baby. you have no idea what you do to me." Marc breathed out as he kissed my temple. "Get some sleep, there's another protest tomorrow and I want you to come with me."

 I fell asleep cradled in strong arms, knowing that no mater what happens tomorrow, I have someone that isn't afraid to stand up for what he believes in and is strong enough to protect others.