An Unlikely Pairing

As he sat up in his cot, Russell stretched and yawned, reaching his hands above his head. Rubbing his eyes, he could just barely see his bunkmate, Freddy, meandering over towards him.

"Wake up, shrimpy. It's selection day," Freddy jokingly yelled in his ear.

Russell groaned and nodded his head. Today, of all days, was the one where he least wanted to be "shrimpy".

Russell was not what one would consider very athletic. Although his time in the military had hardened him up considerably, Russell Demrich remained the skinny boy with asthma that he had always been.

This had never deterred Russell before, but Selection Day was completely out of his hands. Based on cognitive ability, combat prowess, and compatibility, only the top recruits would be chosen to be paired up with a specialist.

Since the war had started, this had been the new order of military life. Although its cause still remained a mystery, random children all over the nation had been born with extreme gifts.

Some were born with super strength, others with unparalleled genius. Normal people considered them heroes, some extreme cultists going so far as to calling them gods. Whatever they were, the military referred to them as specialists.

Russell felt his nerves light on fire as they marched towards the selection building. In an attempt to distract himself from the anxiety, he thought back to what his instructor had told them before they left the barracks.

"Many of you will continue on in the service as foot soldiers. I hope you know that I am proud of every one of you bastards. However, some of you will be chosen to support a specialist class soldier. To you, I offer not just my pride, but my highest hopes."

"HOORAH," the entire battalion had cheered in response.

Russell shook his head. Why was he so apprehensive? Everyone had known from day one that he wouldn't get paired up, he lacked any real talent for combat and he couldn't bench anything over 130.

But yet, as his feet splashed in the cold mud coating the path to the large buidling reserved for selections, Russell couldn't help but find a glimmer of hope in the sheer amount of work he had poured into his career.

Finally reaching the building with his squad, Russell took one last deep breath whilst steeling himself, forcing his body across the threshold.

What he saw in there, he didn't quite believe at first. Of course he had heard stories about the super computer that ran the compatability tests, but none of the descriptions seemed to match what Russell was taking in with his very own eyes.

Multicolor cables scaled the four walls, snaking up into the ceiling above the multi-billion dollar sensors that seemed to sparkle like stars in the night sky. Russell could only mutter the word, "woah," as he rotated his head in order to take it all in.

The sheer expanse of the room itself was enough to enrapture his senses, but the burst of color and light from every square inch of wall and ceiling completely dominated Russell's vision.

When he and the thousands of other cadets finally began to regain focus, a loud voice played over the intercom.

"Welcome, recruits!"

It was the booming voice of a man, likely a general, and it demanded attention every time it spoke.

"You have all arrived at the peak of your training. Anyone who is not selected today should be proud to join the fight against the New World Order, just as much as his selected comrades" the voice explained.

"Ready yourselves. It may be startling, but I swear that the scanning process is entirely safe," the man concluded as the intercom shut off.

Russell had been afraid before, but now he could tell that his hands were shaking. As the room darkened, a tight laser grid began to descend from above the soldiers. When the light touched the top of his head, Russell cringed at the tingling feeling, but it didn't last long.

Soon after the grid disappeared, the light returned and the intercom beeped back on.

"Congratulations men," the voice chuckled. "You have now been fully analyzed and your data has been uploaded to the system."

Russell found some of his courage returning, one of the more stressful parts having been completed, but it was quickly sapped from his body as the large doors opposite the ones they had entered from opened.

In walked the specialists, and Russell couldn't help but let his jaw go slack. The sheer presence that they exterted caused the new recruits to start to waver and mutter amongst each other, while Russell just continued to gape.

Once the blabbering ceased, the commanding voice over the intercom began the ritual of pairing the specialists with their support.

One by one the specialists were paired with an ordinary soldier, until only a few remained unlinked. The strongest had obviously been saved for last, as the small group of specialists all wore the badges of superior cadets. The cream of the crop of their generation of recruits, they were both the most combat suited and the best leaders.

At this point, Russell had lost all hope of being selected. If he had any chance, the pairing would've been almost immediate, his only hope being that he was skilled enough to support the weakest specialists in the force.

When the second to last specialist was paired with his bunkmate Freddy, Russell felt his shoulders slump even further. Now he would have to go into combat without his only friend, leaving him more alone than he had ever felt before.

Giving him one last glance and an apologetic shrug, Freddy followed his new partner out the door the specialists had arrived in. Russell had already begun to turn back towards the door he had walked through, his head hung low, when the final call made him freeze in his tracks.

"For the final grouping of this selection, the leader of this year's specialists, Natalie Garters, will be supported by cadet Russell Demrich."

Russell felt his hair stand on end as the voice from the intercom reached his ears. He immediately turned back around and made his way through the crowd of his peers.

When he finally reached the soldier he would be paired with, Russell, for the tenth time that day, simply could not believe his eyes. Standing in front of him was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Standing a couple inches taller than him at around 6'1", the brunette was everything Russell had ever dreamed of. Her shoulder length hair was pulled back into a military regimented pony tail, beneath a captain's beret.

Her blue eyes seemed to twinkle in the colorful light filling the room, and her body was the perfect female image. She had long slender legs, tighly muscled beneath her camoflauged shorts. Beneath her shirt sat not huge, but defined breasts and her arms were muscled to match her legs.

Russell did what anyone would, or could for that matter, and just stared. He was snapped back from his wonderful daydream though, when a roar of laughter erupted behind him.

His face must have turned bright red, because Natalie grabbed his wrist and effortlessly dragged her partner behind her.

As Russell heard the laughter fade, he noticed that the two of them had exited the complex.

For the first time, Russell grasped his situation. He had just been placed alongside one of the strongest specialists ever to attend the academy.

He noticed that his counterpart had been mumbling something under her breath, so Russell strained to hear what she was saying.

"Stupid computer... I should've been alone... don't need a partner..." were all that Russell was able to make out.

The realization hit him like a truck. Here he was, the laughing stock of possibly the entire military, being forced onto someone who could make a real difference in the world.

Noticing Natalie's annoyance, Russell wisely decided to stay quiet for the remainder of their trip to the sleeping quarters.

Natalie, being the captain, took her place in front of the specialists and their new selections, with Russell at her side. Going by pair, she delegated the housing between the super soldiers, until only herself and Russell remained.

Wordlessly, she motioned for Russell to follow her, and he obliged. After what felt like centuries, the two finally reached their quarters. Natalie held the door open for Russell, and as he walked in, he began to inspect his new sleeping arrangement.

Being a leader's chambers, the room was quite large. A table covered in charts and stretegic maps sat in one corner, coupled with a chair, and the back right contained a large queen sized bed.

The walls were a shade of white, only broken by a door on the left side, presumably to a bathroom. Other than that, they were completely barren.

Russell soon noticed that there wasn't a second bed.

"Where should I sleep?" he questioned the woman behind him.

Without speaking, Natalie grabbed a blanket from her bed, rolled it across the floor, and threw a small pillow onto it. The unlikely pair then crawled into their respective sleeping places, and as they drifted to sleep, Russell spoke up.

"I'm sorry, I never wanted to be a burden," he said.

"It's fine," Natalie responded, her only words to her new roommate being cold and unfeeling.

He tossed and turned, the day's events replaying over and over in his head, until Russell was finally able to fall asleep.

Russell's first day of training with his new partner began with a toe in the side of his face. As he growled and slapped away her foot, Russell thought he might have seen a smirk run away from Natalie's lips.

His confusion was soon washed away, however, because Natalie immediately started to order him around. They each took turns in the bathroom, coming out dressed and ready for classes.

Russell's first day wasn't too embarrassing, luckily military intelligence was his strong suit. Natalie, who was sitting next to him, obviously didn't possess the same level of natural understanding.

When he tried to help her, all Russell received was an angry snarl, so he quickly got the message. Regardless of her obvious disdain for him, Natalie remained by his side for the entire day.

It took the entire duration of their day's educational hours before Russell noticed the cause. Even though she was revered, Natalie was an outcast, much like himself. She was so demanding and overbearing that it seemed like the other soldiers feared her.

Russell's only distraction from his stress filled first experience was getting to see his friend again during the midday meal. After getting the jokes out of his system, Freddy and Russell carried on like they used to, even though Freddy's partner and Natalie obviously had bad blood.

After lunch, the two said their goodbyes, and they proceeded to PT. This was where Natalie started to shine. Even against the other specialists, she made winning every competition look effortless.

Runs took her half the time of everyone else, and she barely looked winded. Natalie was easily able to lift twice that of even the strongest specialist, grimacing as Russell struggled to lift 70% of his bodyweight.

Constantly, he could feel eyes on his back, scrutinizing his every move. No one openly laughed, out of fear of Natalie, but Russell already knew what they were all thinking. He was thinking it too.

He did not belong next to her.

That night, Russell slumped down into his makeshift bed, and Natalie climbed into hers.

"At least we have something in common," Russell thought to himself. "We're both loners."

Although he didn't expect anything, Russell got a goodnight from his new partner. He would've never let her see it, but as he responded, a warm smile lit up his face.

Today was marksman training. All day they would be training on the top weapons the military could provide, and Russell learned the type of soldier his teammate would become.

As they stood next to each other, Russell and Natalie each selected their weapon. The most powerful thing Russell had mastered was a pistol, so his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Natalie select a light machine gun.

He could hardly even fire a bullet as he watched with admiration while Natalie casually emptied an entire cartridge dead center into her target.

Russell was so transfixed that he almost didn't notice when a stray bullet hit the metal hanger above the soldier next to him's target. Almost.

In slow motion, the bullet seemed to ricochet off of the metal, straight towards Natalie. As fast as he could, Russell dove at his counterpart, tackling her to the ground.

He wasn't quite fast enough though, feeling the bullet rip into his shoulder as he and his partner fell towards the ground. Immediately the instructor sent the platoon back to the barracks, commissioning Natalie to bring Russell to the physician on base.

On the way there, Natalie decided to finally reveal her secret to Russell.

"I'm invincible," she spurted out all of a sudden.

Russell must've had a confused look on his face, becase Natalie sighed before explaining more in detail.

"Bullets don't hurt me. Nothing ever has. That's why I thought I wouldn't be paired with anyone, I've done a pretty good job as a one woman show."

Russell nodded, it made sense. What the hell could this girl not do?

Before he could dive completely into thought, he felt something warm and wet against his cheek.

"Thank you, anyway. No one has ever cared about me like that before, at least not nearly enough to take a bullet for me," Natalie told him as Russell felt his face grow hot from the kiss.

After getting the bullet (quite painfully) removed from his shoulder, he and Natalie retired to their quarters for the night.

For the first time, there wasn't an air of hostility between them. The two got to talking, and Russell listened intently while Natalie spoke of her childhood on a farm, and how she had discovered her powers.

Things quickly turned dark again though, when Russell was asked about where he grew up.

"Nowhere," he eventually answered after a long silence.

"Nowhere?" Natalie replied, obviously confused.

"My parents died when I was six. Ever since then, I've been surviving on as little as possible on the streets of my city. When I turned 18, the war had already started so I decided to join the military for free meals and a chance at a new life," said Russell.

During an extended silence, Russell wondered if he had said too much, until Natalie spoke up again.

"You don't have to keep sleeping on the floor, you know. Come up here for tonight."

Russell was a bit skeptical, but he picked himself up and slid under the sheets, next to Natalie. The two said goodnight, and Russell quickly fell into a deep sleep, drinking in the scent of her perspiration and body soap.

Russell woke up the happiest he had ever been. As he unwrapped himself from the fog of sleep, he felt something strange against his stomach.

He also felt something across his ribs, when he figured out what was going on. In her sleep, Natalie must have rolled over and held him. Her body perfectly conformed to his, and he felt her pelvis against his backside.

As he smiled deeply, Russell closed his eyes and just let himself melt into his partner as he felt her trace the lines of his stomach and he drank in the sweetness of her breath over his shoulder.

Natalie had woken up even before him, but Russell didn't realize it. She had been waiting to gauge his reaction to her spooning him, and he seemed to love it.

Slowly, she began grinding her pelvis into Russell's ass. He started to feel her movements, and let out little whimpers as he pushed back. After a few minutes of dry humping, Russell was rolled onto his back while Natalie climbed on top of him.

The two stared into each others' eyes for a few moments before Natalie leaned her face down beside Russell's and whispered into his ear.

"I didn't think I needed a support, but now I realize how much I do. I don't need another combat monkey. I need an emotional crutch, someone I can hold. I need you Russell," she softly mouthed into the side of his face.

When Natalie leaned back up, she giggled as she saw Russell's expression. It was a mixture of pure ecstasy, and true happiness. It was exactly what she had hoped for.

Russell felt his breath quicken as Natalie let her body fall towards him. Her face got dangerously close to his, before their lips touched for the first time. It was like fire spreading between them, the soft touch sending thousands of sensations through Russell's brain.

As their kssing progressed, faster and faster, Natalie started grinding her nethers into Russell's. He could already feel that she was soaking wet through her underwear, so he ripped off his as fast as he could.

The sopping wet panties conformed to Natalie's lower lips, and they both started to moan at the growing pleasure. Natalie licked at Russell's lips, and he opened up for her.

Her tongue dove into his mouth as soon as it was able to, and Natalie spent every deliciously long second painting the inside of Russell's mouth with her organ. He was powerless against her, and she loved it.

Eventually though, the friction against her pussy was becoming too much. Natalie ripped off her underwear, and threw them to the side while she lined up Russell's rock hard six inches with her opening.

In one swift motion, she crashed down on her lover, forcing him all the way inside her. They both screamed at once, Russell feeling her walls squeezing him on every side.

They sat like that, panting, for a long while until the pain from having her hymen ripped through passed. Natalie slowly started riding Russell again, and as she realized how good it felt, she quickened her pace.

They locked lips again as Russell got pounded into the bed. Each slap of their bodies together forced small moans out of his mouth into Natalie's, and she loved it. Every slight movement she made drew new noises out of Russell, and she was eager to find every single one.

Russell found himself succumbing to the feeling of his member wrapped in smooth, hot sheets. Each rise and fall of his lover's hips brought him closer to the brink. When his balls began to tighten, Natalie had an explosive orgasm.

She yelled into Russell's ear, and her walls strangled his shaft. It sent him overboard, and Russell saw stars as he pumped his seed deep into Natalie's womb. Even after her orgasm, she slowly rose up and down Russell's dick to draw out every last drop of his love.

As the new couple lay their in their euphoric haze, they formed an inseparable bond that they carried with them forever.