"Should I start asking questions about what you and Archer do when you have your... Male bonding time," Levon asked while eyeing the rather huge gash that was running down Gabriel's left buttock.
"Because, in all honesty... I am getting a little worried. This is the second time."
The dragoon just rolled his eyes from his position on the bed, laying ass up and with his head resting on top of his arms.
"It's not exactly planned," Gabriel snapped back, then hissed as his lover carefully cleaned the wound with some disinfectant, gritting his teeth.
"We just go a little overboard and- OUCH! Motherfu-!... And... Shit happens."
"But why always your ass, Takeshi?"
"Because I land on my ass instead of my feet."
"You had a smiley drawn on it last week."
"I lost that particular battle and Kitten wanted revenge that I made him draw a smiley on the head of his dick."
"... You drew-?"
"HE drew it. I am not going near it, it may bite," Gabriel interupted.
"But he had to draw the smiley on me, I couldn't reach around to do it myself, even with my biotics."
"I think I need to ground you," Levon said, shaking his head some as he put medigel on the wound, making sure that every bit of it was covered up. When he was done, he reached to the other side and gave the butt a fond slap.
"You have to take care of yourself, you know. I had plans for us tonight."
"You can still execute them," Gabe said with a small grin as he rolled onto his back, placing an arm behind his head.
"I am not afraid of a little pain."
"I know you are not. But I am trying to decide if I am to punish you or to "punish" you."
"Whatever you say, Commander, as long as you get your ass over here," Gabriel smirked, using his biotics to tug at his lover, trying to make him come over.
"Come on..."
Levon rolled his eyes before surrendering to the insistent pull, letting himself fall on top of the dragoon, who imidiatly wrapped his arms around him.
"I could never say no to you..."
Standing in his own apartment again. Pictures on the wall, potted plants, simple, but important nick-nacks here and there.
Reminders of things he had done, had seen.
Correction.
Things THEY had done and seen.
He wasn't alone.
He smiled some as he let the sharp knife sink into the soft vegetables, chopping them up into sizeable pieces for a good wook. There was already eggnoodles boiling in a chickenbroth, chopped up chicken marinating in soysauce and a spice-mix.
More than enough for two.
Heck, more than enough for a whole army. Once Gabriel cooked, he didn't do anything small. Luckily Levon was a handy trash-can, snacking on the remains during the evening and sometimes during the night, when he couldn't sleep.
The war hadn't been kind to either of them, but it was okay. They helped each other the best they could and they were doing alright.
When feeling two strong arms embrace him from behind, Gabriel smiled and leaned a little back against the broad chest. "Careful now, Commander. I am handling sharp objects here."
"I trust you," Levon murmured, nuzzling against Gabriel's long, black hair before locating his neck. He kissed it tenderly.
"Smells good."
"Shouldn't be long now," Gabriel murmured.
"I wasn't talking about the food."
The Dragoon smirked and bumped his ass against Levon's groin. "Dessert comes later."
Levon pouted some, but he behaved. At least for now.
It was downright amazing. A domestic life.
The worse arguments being about dirty dishes and who left the laundry in the washer.
"So if I eat up everything, I get dessert, right?"
Gabriel was about to answer that before the doorbell interupted them.
"We'll talk about that later," he said, giving Levon a quick kiss, then swatted him on the ass.
"You go open before Mads kicks the fucking door down. And make sure to duck, I want to see how the Kitten's reflexes are."
"Takeshi, you are not throwing a knife towards the door again. We still have marks there. It'll come out of the deposit."
"Totally worth it."
A normal, domestic life.
As normal as it could be for ex-soldiers at least.
One could say many things about Gabriel, but most had not seen the man sleep. Really sleep.
At Cerberus, sleep had been forced. Just a needle to your arm (or ass, depending on your attitude and their mood), and you were out like a light.
When he was brought back to the Alliance, he had been like a caged animal. Nervous, jumpy, hardly sleeping and once he did sleep, he woke up at the drop of a pin.
Now though... Despite everything, despite the Reapers threatning them at every corner of the galaxy... Gabriel was able of sleep.
It took a few spesific things though.
The room had to be dark, with just the minimum amount of illumination. He prefered every compad and computer to be shut off, but he could survive as long as he didn't have to face the glow from them.
The room needed to have some sort of noise as well. Nothing big, just the hum from the engien or the sound of someone in the room with him. Someone he trusted.
As off late, to get a proper night's sleep, he prefered to be in the arms of his lover too, feeling a tight arm around his waist. Holding him close.
In the past, it would have felt like he was being restrained and trapped, but not anymore. Now it felt like he was being protected. Cradled. Cared for. The feel of Levon's body, feeling him breathe against his back, that arm around him...
He never expected to be a little spoon, but there it was...
Just a little piece of heaven, a sancuary in the mids of chaos.
Just a little chance to re-cooperate after days that seemed to get more tiresome and desperate.
Just to remind himself that he was still very much human.
(Just a small drabble to slowly ease myself into the art of writing again. It has been a while and I feel like I have to relearn everything. X.x So... Yeah. A small drabble, with no plot, no meaning and implied sex. Sorry. >_>)
Everytime he had the chance to actually take a bath and relax, Gabriel saw it as a blessing. He hadn't really enjoyed himself (or rather, allowed himself) with simple things since his rescue so it was about time.
Levon had spared no expense when it came to their hotel, wanting for them to have some proper shoreleave together before Operation Gremlin. Gabriel had only heard briefly about it, but he was considering joining. He wanted to help, wanted to be of use.
But for now, 16 hours of rest, relaxation and, if he got his way, steamy hot man-fucking. He didn't think Levon would object.
Speaking of the devil...
Gabriel smirked as the bathroom door opened and Levon wandered into the room, only clad in his boxers. "Enjoying yourself, Takeshi?"
"I would enjoy it a heck of a lot more if you joined me."
Levon just smirked as he let the boxer slide off his hips, pooling around his feet for a moment before he stepped out of them. "I thought you would never demand."
That's what Gabriel did after all. Never asking, always demanding.
Gabriel smirked and moved over to Levon, placing a hand on the man's leg before giving him a tug. "Do I have to use my leash in order to get you in?"
"No need," Levon smirked, stepping into the warm water and settling down into Gabriel's lap. "I can manage."
"So I see," Gabriel murmured, smirking as he leaned in for a deep kiss, hands resting on Levon's waist.
(Set sometime before Levon and Gabriel decided to start humping each other silly. Sorry, there will be no porn here. ... Yet. :D)
It was Gabriel's first mission since he had been freed. The Alliance needed him, he had been told. Needed people that were fit and ready for combat.
He didn't really care, he was more than ready to get out there and get his hands dirty. The fact that they were going against Cerberus, with the aims to shut down a laboratory of theirs, just made it all the more sweeter.
Oh yes. He would enjoy this.
He didn't know the people he was going with save for the good Commander Levon McCarthy. Mister Prudence.
They hadn't talked much since his interrogation and really... Gabriel couldn't blame him. If he held any fucking sense, Levon ought to stay as far away from Gabriel as he could.
"So tell me, Commander," he eventually called out, looking up at Levon with a grin on his face. He hadn't put his helmet back on. Heck, if he could breathe on the damn colony, he probably wouldn't. He wanted to feel Cerberus' blood on his face.
"Exactly what are we going to do on that damn base? Do I need to be considerate or can I just kill the lot of them?"
(I was full of feels yesterday, but I was also tired so I am doing this today! ... Probably not as good as I would have yesterday, but I am trying anyway.)
For Gabriel, it simply wasn't a good mission if he didn't have something to show for; be it bruises, the head of his enemy, his hands caked in blood, but sometimes a mission wasn't about killing. He still had a hard time wrapping his head around that one.
Still, he had ended up with a big fat bruise for tackling a young Asari scientist out of the way of a falling pillar as bombs suddenly went off (always those fucking bombs), but other than that the mission had gone as well as one could expect.
The scientists were saved and could safely be shipped to help build the cruicible.
Now he was back on the Goat, rubbing over the dark-blue mark that marred his left side before eeling his way out of his undersuit. He was in desperate need of a shower. As he wiggled an arm out of the sleeve, his com went off, making him raise an eyebrow. It was rare that anyone contacted him besides two people and both were supposed to be away for a mission.
Reaching out, he turned the screen on, only to be met by Levon's tired face. "Hey there, Takeshi."
"Levon. I thought you were off the Goat."
"Yeah, I was supposed to, but change of plans. I'm shipping off tomorrow instead. Had to go through some tactics with the team and see if I can get Davison from the Klixon fast enough to join us."
"Did something happen?"
Levon shook his head. "No no. Just one man down all of a sudden. I would have asked you, but I wasn't sure when you would be back so made other arrangements."
"I don't mind," Gabriel replied, turning his back to the screen so he could locate some clean clothes before his shower. "I'm dead beat anyway."
"Yeah, you... You look tired."
Gabriel raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Levon, undersuit still around his waist and holding a pair of briefs in his hands. "... Okay, Levon, what's up. You don't call to tell me just that."
"..." Levon looked down for a moment and Gabriel could swear that Levon looked... Sad. "I just... Wanted to see if you were okay. I... Was hoping that... That you could drop by my cabin. Tonight."
"What about your "no sex before a mission" rule?" Gabriel asked with a small grin. "You always say I make you late for shit when I stay over."
Levon's lips tugged into a small smile, but that look was still in his eyes. "Yeah, I... I wasn't planning on sex, just..." He sighed again. "I just... Want to see you. Okay?"
Gabriel tensed a little with that, just looking at Levon. Then he walked of the screen, making Levon leaned a little closer in. "... Takeshi?"
Back in Levon's cabin, the Commander sighed as Gabriel's room turned empty. Sometimes it was hard to understand the Dragoon. Even if they had admitted their feelings for one another, Gabriel wasn't always... In need, it seemed. Levon wasn't always sure what kind of mood he was, but he knew he wasn't a hair better. He wasn't sure what had inspired this need to see Gabriel, but he just... Had to.
When there was a knock on the cabin-door, he shut the com off and walked over to it, ready to tell who-ever it was to piss off. He wanted at least to catch some sleep, even if it would be shitty.
So when he saw Gabriel standing there, panting a little and undersuit still around his waist, he smiled. "... Takeshi."
"Yeah yeah, let me in. It's embarassing enough to run half-naked through the ship in this condom-suit. I've streaked enough this year when you guys first fetched me."
Levon chuckled and let Gabriel in, closing the door behind him. "I didn't expect you to come, you just... Vanished."
Gabriel tossed his briefs onto the bed before turning to look at Levon, hands on his hips. "Hey, I may be a jackass, but I'll come when my lover needs me, okay?"
Levon just grinned and walked over to wrap his arms around Gabriel's waist, pressing a kiss to his lips, then neck. "Thank you. I've made my night."
"Just let me use your shower in the damn morning, unless you mind the stench," Gabriel replied, wrapping his own arms around Levon's shoulders.
"I think I'll manage," Levon murmured, lifting the slightly shorter Dragoon of the ground carried him to the bed.
