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Collateral Damage

A Halo Erotic Fan-Fiction

Warning: This story contains male-on-male, kidnapping, non-consensual, humiliation, plenty of sexual fluids, face-fucking, erotic asphyxiation (non-lethal), brutality, blood and psychological trauma. If you do not like any of these things, turn back now or prepare your eye-bleach.

Chapter 1

Prisoner of War

O' five-hundred hours, a cool morning mist drenched the UNSC training grounds of Valhalla. The sounds of wildlife beginning to stir could be heard from the forest that skirted the running track, faint calls of nocturnal creatures that were alien to anyone who grew up on a different world. A lone figure was running through the fog, an early riser thanks to his farm-boy upbringing, Private Tyler Brunson often trained before the other soldiers even woke up. It had been two years since the Covenant first appeared; declaring war on the human race because they were 'faithless heathens', he was just sixteen when the first planet fell.

Tyler had been abandoned by his parents at a very early age, later being transported to a moon of the planet Reach and adopted by a couple of farmers. They were poor people but loved him as much as they would have if he was actually their son, providing for him a life he otherwise would not have had. His decision to join the UNSC had been met with the utmost support from his parents; his father even patted him on the back and said he had 'become a man'. Leaving home was painful for them all, but there was no turning back and Tyler was a man of his word; his future was in the military.

Valhalla had been his assigned station ever since he graduated from boot camp; it was a pleasant world with little to no real threat from the local wildlife, making it ideal for training and a strategic point in UNSC controlled space. The planet rarely saw action as most of the Covenant's targets were outer worlds, vulnerable and distant enough the UNSC couldn't arrive in time to aid or defend them. Tyler knew it was a basic tactic to attack the weaker factions of your enemy, but all the same he viewed the Covenant as nothing but a group of insane cowards. It didn't help there were already high tensions between the UNSC and those same outer planets, often times they would end up firing at them as well as the Covenant.

The past few months Tyler had been working extra hard so he could increase his chances of being eligible for the Spartan program, a special experiment the UNSC had chosen to inform a select few about. The idea was the program would make him stronger, faster and overall a better soldier, giving him a better chance of combating Covenant troops. He had personally seen a Spartan in action once before; it had been a small firefight on the outskirts of the forest, but even a small Covie force equaled hundreds of marines. It was amazing watching her take down the attacking forces, from snapping the necks of the snarling, bipedal pit-bulls the marines called Grunts, to firing a shotgun down the throat of an Elite. He had vowed to join the program after that, dedicating himself to training harder than ever.

Upon completing his last lap around the track, Tyler slowly walked towards the locker-rooms attached to the barracks that served as his home. There was rarely anyone inside at this hour, giving him the peace and quiet he preferred after his morning run. He grabbed a towel from his personal locker and proceeded towards the showers, pieces of marine armor and other gear clattering to the cold, ceramic floor as he removed them; he had grown used to wearing it during every training session. Standing naked in the open showers he turned on the hot water and let it slowly drizzle down his well-defined form, pooling up now and again in the deeper crevices created by his musculature. Often times he would stand under the water and just let it wash over him, it felt like he was washing away the worries of the previous day and refreshing his mind for the new one.

He turned off the water once he was satisfied and strode to the locker rooms, his towel loosely tied around his waist. The cool air of the room felt good on his still damp skin, causing goose-bumps to form all over his body, he stopped in front of the wall of mirrors that stood next to the shower room entrance. Slowly removing his towel, he began drying himself off while admiring his naked reflection. His birth parents had been part Native American, their traits showed in his light red-brown skin and curly black hair; still dripping wet. He flexed his arms and shivered at his own touch as he caressed his chest. This was also part of his morning routine; something he had guiltily enjoyed since boot camp and noticed just how wonderful it felt to touch something soft yet solid. He never did this for long, a few sensual touches and he would go back to his locker to dress for the day.

Just as he finished pulling on his torso armor a Marine in full gear rushed into the room, "Private, we need you for a quick recon, there were foreign lights shining near the Athenian Valley."

"Yes, Sir!" Tyler shouted with a quick salute, the Marine nodded in response and sprinted back the way he came. After he was sure he was alone again, Tyler grabbed his helmet and shoved it on, touching a photo inside the locker of his adoptive parents lovingly, "Let's go get'im, Pop, Ma."

~

The Athenian Valley was a couple miles from the base and served as a heavy munitions target practice range, but due to recent battles the UNSC decided to relocate the heavy vehicles to the front lines. Tyler linked up with the other two marines he was assigned to, Steve and Troy, young recruits fresh out of boot camp. He was used to working with these two, Steve was sort of nerdy with a passion for computers and Troy was a typical jock; hard headed and quick to try and 'out-alpha' any guy who seemed like a rival. What most of the other soldiers didn't know was these two were actually occasional fuck-buddies, if Command knew about this fact they would never allow them to team up again. Tyler didn't care enough to report them; so they liked to get their rocks off together, big deal.

They were riding in a Warthog to the location of the scouting mission; Steve had his helmet off, the idiot, letting the wind blow through his short blond hair. Troy was in the driver's seat, glancing at him every few minutes and then shaking his head as he looked back at the road. Tyler manned the machine-gun in the back of the Hog; he was a better shot with the weapon than the others, so it was his usual spot. Steve leaned back a little and barely turned his head to Tyler, "So any idea what we are headed out to Athenian for?" he asked loudly, "All the Commander told us was there were some odd lights."

Tyler just shook his head, he knew as much as they did: weird lights were spotted in the Valley and the three of them were chosen to go and investigate. He was used to spotty information, heck the last time he saw a complete report on anything it was the cleaning duty roster. "Maybe its Covies," Troy shouted jokingly, "Wouldn't it be something if we got to raid a landing party?"

"As if the Covenant would land there of all places, the Athenian is a terrible vantage point," Steve chuckled and explained in a 'know-it-all' tone, "They would have better luck landing in front of the base, let alone- SPLAT!"

Steve stopped mid-sentence and slumped down in his seat, the top half of his head completely melted away by a plasma bolt. Troy got a healthy splattering of blood and coagulated flesh, the surprise attack causing him to swerve off the road and crash head long into a boulder. The impact threw Tyler into the machine-gun and caused the air to escape his lungs; slumping down and almost losing consciousness. He forced the turret around to try and cover them while Troy recovered, feeling his ribs had been badly bruised; thankfully not broken. "Troy! Wake up, time to go to work!" he barked, wincing from the pain that accompanied his breath.

Troy was awake alright, but he wasn't paying attention, instead he was staring in horror at his friend's corpse. "Oh, God..."

"TROY!" Tyler shouted angrily, "GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR!"

A hail of green lights flew through the mist towards them; several struck the surrounding ground but others hit the Warthog, burning holes into the already crippled vehicle. Plasma bolts continued to rain on their position getting dangerously closer to hitting the two soldiers; Tyler couldn't get a good view of where the shots were coming from through the mist, rendering the machinegun useless. "Troy, we have to move for cover!" He jumped off the back and ran around to the driver's side, grabbing Troy roughly by the arm and dragging him out.

Troy recovered quickly and shoved Tyler away, "Fuck off!" he shouted angrily and stood up, turning to face the direction of the plasma bolts. Tyler watched in horror as Troy pulled out his magnum and suddenly sprinted forward, "No! Hold up!" but it was too late. Out of the mist came three tall figures, armor-clad beasts holding rifles able to fire multiple plasma bolts at once. Troy stopped a few feet away from the taller aliens and stood his ground with the magnum held at eye level, "This is Private Troy Oswald of the UNSC, stand down now or I will open fire!"

The large aliens were in fact Elites, monstrous fighters and the strength of the Covenant army. The one in the middle wore a suit of brilliant silver armor with red gilding, to his left was a lower ranked Minor in deep purple and the right wore light orange. They just stared at him; Troy thought they had actually taken him seriously, but to his despair they just broke out into an awkward, barking laughter. Nonetheless he held his ground and tried again, "Last warning, turn back and leave or I will shoot you!"

The aliens were less amused the second time, the silver one spoke up, "Then fire, savage!" he stepped menacingly towards Troy. He hesitated as the Elite loomed over him, "That is the flaw of your species, no backbone; your kind is weak and pathetic!"

The Elite shot his free hand forward and snatched the magnum out of Troy's hands, then dropped his own rifle in favor of grabbing the human by the neck. Raising the Private up off the ground, the Elite continued, "We are trained to never give up, never hesitate, and most importantly: NEVER SHOW MERCY!" The Elite's grip suddenly clamped down, crushing Troy's throat in a powerful squeeze, Tyler watched in shock as the monster threw his friends body aside like it was nothing. His terror was quickly replaced by rage as he pulled out his own magnum and began firing, screaming at the top of his lungs.

-BANG-

-BANG-

-BANG-

His shots either missed or bounced off of their armor and shielding, -BANG- -BANG- but he didn't care at this point; all he wanted to do was shoot at them with all his might. -BANG- -Click- -Click- Tyler froze in shock as his magnum made the horrible sound of an empty clip -Click- , as the Elites continued walking casually towards him he slumped down to the ground. The Covenant soldiers stood in front of him looking down with contempt, Tyler looked over at the bodies of Steven and Troy, his friends were dead and he was about to die too. He still held his magnum pointed at the Elite who killed Troy, as the monster knelt down to grasp his neck, he couldn't help but pull the trigger one last time before he blacked out.

-Click-

~

Day 1 of Captivity Facility on the outskirts of Athenian Valley

Tyler groggily opened his eyes, woken up by the sound of dragging and the feeling of something catching on his boots. He was still dazed from what he now realized was from a lack of oxygen, the silver Elite hadn't killed him after all. Between his throbbing head and blurry vision he couldn't make out much of where he was, just a simple dark purple hallway. He tried to look around but quickly regretted it as he came face to face with one of the Elites that were dragging him, the huge alien gave a menacing growl and Tyler quickly looked back down at the floor. His captors tugged him up and planted his feet firmly on the ground, expecting him to start walking on his own.

He just stood there for a few moments, taking note of his situation; his hands were tied behind his back and his legs were shackled loose enough to walk slowly. The Elites quickly lost patience and shoved him forward, causing him to fall to the hard metal floor. "Move, human!" one of them shouted, "Cal' Sorn doesn't like to wait when there is a prisoner to interrogate!" Tyler shuffled and looked up at his captors, they just stood there with what he could only assume was smugness; it was hard to tell going by just body language. It took some effort, but he managed to get to his knees, he was just about to be back on his feet when one of the aliens swiftly kicked him in the stomach.

The air was forced out of his lungs and he crashed into one of the walls, reduced to a coughing heap on the floor. The other Elite strode up to their prisoner and grabbed him by the hair, lifting him up off the ground; Tyler struggled to hold back a scream of agony. "See how the human whimpers, pathetic!" he was thrown to the ground again with a hard thump, but picked back up quickly, "Cal' Sorn is going to break you, take all that you know and when he is done you will have nothing left to live for but the sweet respite of his blade in your chest." Tyler stared into the Elites' cold eyes for a long moment, waiting to see if these monsters even blinked, then spat in his face.

The Elite flinched only for a second before angrily tossing him into the wall once again, "Rrrrah, filthy heathen!" the other Elite finally stepped in and held him back, "Careful, brother, you don't want to take away Cal' Sorn's fun now do you?"

Tyler's attacker stopped dead in his tracks at the mention of depriving their superior, after a pregnant pause he strode over to Tyler and picked him up by the arm. As they continued on their previous route the Elite whispered in his ear, "It has been a couple months since he's had a prisoner to interrogate, you should feel honored." Tyler didn't know what their definition of 'fun' was, but if their methods in combat were anything to go on, it wouldn't be pleasant. They finally came to the end of the hallway and their destination, a large, circular room with a chair-like structure in the middle.

The Elites took off Tyler's bonds and shoved him into the chair, which promptly clamped around his torso like a vice. As they walked out of the room, another Elite entered from a door on the opposite end. It was the Silver Elite, now in a more civilian-looking outfit; a dark-grey tunic with gold trim and something resembling slacks dyed similar colors. Tyler eyed the Elite curiously as he walked slowly over to him, a more gentle and suave air to his movements than previous. Once he came to a stop a few feet in front of him, Tyler finally decided to say something, "You won't get anything out of me, even if I did know anything of value."

Cal' Sorn just chuckled, an odd sound resembling a bag of gravel being shaken, "Not to worry, human, your interrogation will come later." Upon seeing his confused look, Sorn decided to explain the human's situation, "This is an entertainment session, a special occasion the higher-ranked officials allow themselves when a new prisoner is taken. Each of us does something different; whether it is torture, mutilation, or general degradation, we find ways to give ourselves some fun before the prisoner is broken and ceases to have the spirit left to fight.

"I myself have developed a certain... 'Vice' so to speak, your kind comes in several shapes, colors and sizes, an oddity to my species. So I utilize this time to examine my new prizes; discover their abilities, limitations, and anything else I can use for later questioning." Tyler didn't like the sound of any of this, what was this 'examination' going to entail?

Sorn pressed a button on the chair, causing it to open and release his human prey. The Elite slowly stepped towards him and reached out with the very hand that had crushed Troy's throat mere hours ago, the memory flashed through Tyler's mind and he tried to fight back. He smacked the hand away and proceeded to try punching the alien in the gut, but upon contact he discovered the casual-wear actually had underlying armor as well. "Not a smart move, my new plaything," The Elite rumbled in a peculiar tone, "Granted I do prefer my entertainment to have some bite to them."

He swiftly knelt to Tyler's eye level and punched the human in the stomach; next following through with a whip kick and knocked him to the floor. He was too stunned to get up quickly enough and the Elite was on top of him, but to his surprise Sorn just stood there looking fondly at him; not a look Tyler liked on a face like that. Before he could realize what was going on, the Elite leaned forward and clamped his four-pronged jaws over Tyler's mouth. The Elite's rows of pointed teeth slightly sank into his skin as the alien continued with the awkward kiss, darting his thin and slimy tongue in and out between the human's lips. He seized up, frozen in shock at what was happening; Tyler had never heard of something like this, but then marines rarely returned alive when the Covenant captured them.

His shock was quickly replaced by disgust as he finally began tasting the aliens' saliva; a mixture of copper and rotten fish. He tried to force the Sangheili off with a desperate shove, but he wouldn't budge and aggressively doubled his advancement by forcing his tongue deeper into Tyler's mouth. In the absence of a logical idea of how to stop the Elite, Tyler pathetically tried to scream; foolishly thinking someone might come and help him. His attempt just seemed to coax Sorn to push harder and his slippery, pointed tongue began to slither into the back of his throat, gently poking the extra sensitive flesh of the humans' esophagus.

While Tyler continued to struggle the Elite held both of his hands above his head, allowing his free hand to roam along the soldiers' armored body. The unwilling playmate thrashed and tossed violently as his assailant gently unclipped his armor, removing it sensually yet creepily and tossing it to the side. Tyler lay there in his underclothing; a thin shirt made of a breathable material and cargo pants, Sorn finally broke the awkward kiss and sat upright while straddling the human. He seemed superior and had an air of triumph as the overhead lights silhouetted his form in a menacing way, "There are two ways this can progress, human: You can cooperate and enjoy this, as it is your honor. Or, you can fight it and find out what it really means to have your soul destroyed."

He knelt forward so their eyes were mere inches away, "Either way is entirely up to you." His words had an edge of poison as he ran his tongue through the blood welling up in the wounds on Tyler's cheek, causing him to cringe in a mixture of fear and disgust. Not waiting for an answer, Sorn continued his previous affections and clamped down for another long kiss. Tyler couldn't help but shake and thrash as the Elite's hands began exploring his body, at first gently running along his side and then moving to caress his chest. As he was being molested, Tyler began to become less dazed and more alarmed as he finally realized what the Elite was after. Without thinking, he bit down on his molesters' tongue, receiving a painful reward as Sorn pulled back without opening his toothed jaws. "Raaah, so be it, heathen!"

He punched Tyler squarely a crossed the face then stood up, pulling the human up by the neck, "It would be a lie if I said the first option would have been my preference; something about a fighter gets me very riled up!" He threw the soldier across the room, reduced to a crumpled heap on the floor, "So now, you will experience my full splendor, consider it an honor to receive my attention!"

Cal' Sorn reached up to the clasps of his tunic, undoing each buckle with an emphasis of superiority. He began to advance toward his victim as he tossed the tunic aside with a loud clang; Tyler was struggling to get up when he came to a stop two feet away. The Elite reached out and grabbed the poor human by the hair and lifted him up to eye level, "Your kind have so many weaknesses it is appalling you have lasted this long, you best hope you are stronger than the last one." Tyler responded the same way he had the previous Elite and spat in Sorn's face, the human was not willing to give in and certainly wasn't going to just lay back and take this abuse.

Too his horror Sorn didn't even react to the insulting gesture, instead he lowered the human so he could touch the ground and held him there while his free hand reach up to the buckle on his trousers. With a defined snap the buckle came undone and the Elite opened up the clothing to reveal his genitals, an ugly lizard-like sheath and a pair of heavy looking testicles. Tyler's eyes widened at the sight and he tried in vain to back away, quickly tugged closer by the iron grip on his hair. Sorn pulled the soldier's head closer and closer to his maleness, tugging extra hard each time there was resistance.

Tyler shouted in desperation, "No, stop it!" continuing to fight against the force pulling him in, but eventually he was just millimeters away and had nowhere to go. The alien forced his face into his crotch, rubbing it roughly against it, a heat radiating off the grey flesh. Tyler squeezed his eyes shut in hopes this was all a terrible dream he would soon awaken from, but his hopes were quickly dashed when he felt extra heat pulsate from the sheath. He watched as the Elite's penis began to peek out of the protective flesh and extend outward, rubbing along his cheek as it reached its full length of fourteen inches.

It was light-purple in color, with small domes ribbing the sides and tapering from the base to the tip of its spaded head. Several huge veins squiggled along the length, colored rich purples and blues. The sheer size of the fleshy rod was terrifying; never mind the Elite expected him to take it in any way at all. "That's right, human, gaze upon my manhood in awe; relish your privilege to bask in its glory!"

Tyler didn't feel anything of the sort, continuing to fight as Sorn guided his head into position; lined up with his cock. The strong grip forced his lips against the head and a hard push opened his mouth, letting the alien cock plunge in; making the human's jaw to open wider than he thought possible. The Elite wasted no time and began rhythmically pushing and pulling Tyler's head, making his mouth open wider and taking in more and more of his huge meat. Eventually Sorn decided the human's mouth had loosened up enough and with a powerful thrust shoved his entire cock down his throat, a clear outline of the shaft bulging out. The marine's eyes widened as he struggled to breath, tears flowing as his gag reflex was pulverized.

The room filled with the sounds of grunts, moans, growls and gargles as Sorn continued to mercilessly thrust into Tyler's mouth. He would hold his head in place every now and then, forcing him to take his cock and denying him breath; each time the human would pound his fists on the alien's thighs. Finally the Elite pulled out and released him; Tyler coughed and wheezed as he tried to catch his breath, rubbing his throat with a grimace. "You are faring far better than the last one; pathetic whelp passed out after the first hilt. He was even more pathetic during his interrogation, lasted only a few moments before he spilled his guts and then 'lost his head'."

The captive human leaned against a wall, still rubbing his throat and wiping away a stream of saliva, he just glared in response. Cal' Sorn stood before him, keeping the marine pinned against the wall with his member, stroking with his usual air of superiority. He chose to give the human a few moments of grace to recover; after all he wanted the heathen to last, "Now then, human, have you accepted your position yet, or will we continue as before?"

"Go... to... Hell..." Tyler wheezed, he wasn't going to let himself be broken like this. Sorn just looked at him in amusement and shoved his cock in the human's face, now there was a wall keeping him in place in between his legs. "That's the spirit, if you keep up that resolve you may just become my permanent play-thing." Before letting Tyler respond, the Elite forced his cock into his mouth again, this time he was higher up and forced to squat as he thrust. Tyler gurgled and grunted again and again as his throat bulged out; the pain was only overshadowed by his desperate need for oxygen. "Prepare yourself, human, you are about to find out just how long you can go without breathing." Sorn warned.

Before Tyler could register that, the Elite pulled his member out to the head and then forced the entire length back in with terrible force. Tyler gargled around the mouthful as he felt every part of the alien cock extend down his mouth, then he felt the strong alien grip tighten over the bulging member. He began to panic as the hand tightened around the cock's head and squeezed harder, his arms thrashed as the last remnants of oxygen escaped and he began to suffocate on the rod of flesh. He couldn't help but wonder if this was Sorn's plan all along; to use and abuse him, just to kill him during the vile act.

He was barely able to hear the alien speak as the world began to fall into shadow, "Raaaah, your reward is here, heathen, brace yourself!" Sorn let out a throaty roar as his climax hit, his balls pulled up slightly and a visible bulge traveled down his urethra. Tyler could just barely watch as the lump of sperm passed his lips and traveled the rest of the way down his throat, making a distinct plop as it reached its destination in his stomach. But that was just one of several wads, they continued to come over and over until finally the stream ceased.

The Elite released his grip on Tyler's throat and pulled out; letting him collapse to the floor with a heavy fit of coughing. His vision slowly returned as oxygen returned to his bloodstream, the image of Cal' Sorn Still standing before him bled through the light. He had become soft, a light blue liquid steadily dripping and mingling with the human saliva. Tyler could feel the weight of the alien's load in his guy, it even gave him a slight potbelly; he wanted to force himself to vomit so he could avoid digesting it. The Elite leaned forward and took a reclined seated position just a couple feet away from him, "That was magnificent, humans certainly have talented throats," he huffed in a bragging tone, "Well done on surviving your first trial, perhaps your kind isn't entirely good for nothing."

Tyler let his breath become more steady before responding, "You are going to regret this," he said with conviction as well as pain as his throat was going to take days to heal after that, "The UNSC will come looking for me-"

He was cut off by the sound of Elite laughter; apparently Sorn was one of the few of his kind with a sense of humor. The human just glared at him indignantly, he suspected Sorn knew that was a load of bull; it wasn't common for Command to rescue a lone POW after all. The alien slowly stopped his mocking and began getting back on his feet; this was not the time to rest and shoot the breeze with a prisoner. He reached out to grab him by arm, raising the marine to his feet and taking him to the doorway. "I will say this, human, you have more bravery than most of the others I have had," the door shielding opened and he tossed Tyler to a pair of waiting guards, "But tomorrow will be a new day for your resolve, you best hope you can survive it."

Tyler tried to shake off the rough grips of the Elites, showing his resolve hadn't faltered and he was more than able to still fight. While Sorn chuckled his other brothers were less amused; one of them knelt and punched him in the head, knocking him out cold. "Take him to a holding cell; inform the guard shift they may treat him however way they see fit." The other Elites nodded and began dragging the human away. Sorn cringed slightly upon recalling Jackals were on shift right now, "One of the few things I wouldn't wish on an enemy."