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"Come on then, can't keep the Ivories waiting!" Alois laughed, turning back and waving his friend along. The Snow Leopard looked out of place on the frontlines; smiling and happy in his dull green uniform, his dinged up rifle slung over his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm coming." Heinrich chuckled back, speeding up his walk a bit. The Whitetail Deer was far from home on the battlefield, that was for sure. His uniform was a bit dirtied and looked two sizes too big on his lithe frame. His small "Marksman's Cap" was shoved between his antlers, slightly squashed by the bony protrusions.

The two walked for a while longer, the only sound being their boots on the spotty wooden planks on the floors of the trench. Occasionally the wind would howl, or a tree somehow still standing would creak under its own weight. Neither turned to look, desensitized to the strange sounds that echoed across No Man's Land. It was a slow, cruel existence, the monotony only occasionally torn by a charge or sniper-fire, and an artillery barrage if they were especially unlucky. But nonetheless, the two had found companionship in one another, and in companionship there was a beacon in the grey fog of war.

"You know," Alois said, breaking the silence, "I won't lie: I've had some thoughts about your antlers."

"Thoughts?" The Buck looked at him with a mixture of humor and intrigue. "What kind of thoughts, Alois?"

"Get those images out of your head, you deviant!" Alois laughed, the insult lighthearted. "No, about them in relation to your designation as a marksman. I find it cruelly ironic that you have two trees on your head that give away your position at all times."

"Yes, well-" Heinrich's response was cut short with a fit of giggles at the thought of trees on his head. "Well, they do shed season by season. You'll notice that they're bigger than when we met."

"Ah, I suppose so."

They walked on in silence, their boots still thudding against the wood. A plane's motor flying overhead made them both stop and hide underneath a canopy for fear of enemy surveillance. The motor died out as the plane flew away, but the pair stayed under the canopy for a short while.

Alois looked over to his friend, placing the butt of his rifle on the ground. His long, rosette-covered tail flicking around next to him. He reached over with his empty hand and grabbed one of Heinrich's. He intertwined their fingers, letting the warmth of the buck's hand creep through his glove.

"Alois-"

"Hush Heinrich." The white feline interrupted, closing his eyes. "Just a little longer."

Heinrich looked over to his partner, worry clawing its way through his chest. He didn't know whether or not the last two had returned from their patrol, and was afraid they would be seen.

It wasn't a forbidden love, to be with a man. At least, there wasn't any law in their country that made what they were doing illegal. However, if they were found they would be court martialed, and their families would be notified. This was what was dangerous about their relationship. It might not be punishable by law, but Heinrich at least was far more afraid of his father's wrath than that of the law's.

"Come along Alois." Heinrich said after a few minutes, squeezing his partner's hand. "We need to finish our shift."

The leopard sighed, adjusting his hat as he released the buck's hand. They both stood up and straightened their coats, continuing their march in silence.

After another long while, they finally reached their destination: a small concrete bastion on the edge of the trenches. It wasn't much else but a concrete room with a long, thin viewport looking out over the foggy wasteland. You could just make out the thin lines of barbed wire carpeting the earth before the fog became as white and opaque as paper. A patrol in this weather was a bit ridiculous, but breaking routine wasn't something that their commander was eager to do, no matter the visibility conditions. Alois didn't mind though, since it gave him more time to himself, or maybe even with Heinrich.

They set up quickly, just using some dummies and taking a load off on the step that let them see through the hole. Alois let his hat fall beside him as he unbuttoned his coat and the top of his shirt. Despite the chilly weather, thanks to the thick coat and course shirt, the fur on Alois' chest was all but soaked in sweat. As the cold air hit his fur he shivered in delight, reminded of the cold winters back home. Heinrich couldn't help but peek at his exposed chest, letting his hand wander to his own thigh.

Alois could almost read his mind, as he placed his hand over the buck's and lit a cigarette with the other. The two sat like this for a while, Alois smoking and Heinrich enjoying his company. It was a short rest, however, when Alois finished his cigarette.

It had been a long time since the pair had been alone together, they were both more than aware of that, but something was different. The toll of battle had weighed on them like barbells. They were both stressed beyond compare, and Alois decided to throw away the delays and niceties of their previous "meetings".

Almost immediately after flicking away his stub of a cigarette into the barbed wire, Alois replaced it with Heinrich's jawline. He traced it with small nibbles and quiet kisses, startling the buck into almost dropping his rifle. The Leopard squeezed Heinrich's thigh through his hand, making the buck spread his legs out of reflex.

"Alois..." Heinrich breathed, turning his head to try and escape the sudden passionate treatment. Alois simply retaliated by moving to his neck and causing a quiet moan to finally escape the buck's lips. "A-Alois, wait."

Alois stopped his kissing and nipping, moving to unbutton Heinrich's coat. The buck responded by shoving his weapon to the side and moving Alois' hand (still firmly grasping his thigh) inward, towards what the feline really wanted.

"It's been far to long, my little fawn." Alois quietly declared into Heinrich's tan fur. His voice was sultry and wanton, making Heinrich shiver at the nickname. "Let's break some rules."

Heinrich moved to undo Alois' belt, agreeing with no words. Except of course, the felines name; again, and again, and again.

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The two had made it back without incident, walking into the main camp tired and with aching feet. Heinrich avoided sitting, instead opting to lie down. He explained that he had slipped when exiting the bastion, falling hard on the stony edge of the step directly on his bum. Alois, by contrast, actually began to drift off in his seat. The only thing keeping him awake was the cup of warmed rum someone had thrust into his hands. He never was very good with staying awake at this time of day, so much so that the commander had stopped trying to give him duties until he had rested up.

Many people simply ignored the scent around the two, thick with each other. Their noses were blunted by gunpowder and blood, or the unfortunate moment of contact with dreaded "Sharp Air", or maybe they simply didn't care enough to call them out.

Heinrich was up soon enough, having downed several shots to dull the pain in his rear. Alois was up around the same time, his short nap having reinvigorated him enough to at least walk straight. The monotonous trench life went on as usual, occasionally interrupted by a charge or sniper-fire, or even an artillery barrage if they were especially unlucky.