Mini Stories

Risk

Warnings: nsfw (mentioned but not in detail)

Summary: Pine goes to his lover's camper van for some much needed love despite explicit rules against friendships and even relationships, especially cross faction

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This was a bad idea and he knew it. Even so, a hand rose to gently knock on the door. There was silence for a moment. Soft grumbles sounded along with footsteps before the door swung open. "Bloody 'ell I said-" The man before him paused, seeing him. Not a word was exchanged as the door was opened wider.

They shouldn't be doing this. They were on opposite teams and this wasn't allowed. Hell, friendship wasn't allowed. Even so, they kept coming back to one another. The smaller of the two stepped in silently, waiting for the door to shut and lock.

Once it did, he spun around. Hands shifted to grip at the taller other's vest, pulling him into a rough kiss. The owner of the van knew what the other wanted immediately. A quiet noise left him at how rough the kiss was.

The man silently wished the van was soundproof. Oh well. Humans didn't get to make wishes. The kiss got rougher, more passionate now. Hands flew at shirts, tugging and pulling. The clothing items were tossed aside as they continued.

One set of hands worked to undo belts and zippers while the other was buried into lush, black hair. The hands in the hair tugged and pulled out of instinct. The two then tumbled onto the bed the van held, panting and letting out soft growls to show dominance.

They'd shift roles so occasionally the shorter would be dominant before switching so the taller was dominant. Their breathing was quick to grow fast. Legs shifted so that one was between the other's legs, pressing against the enemy's crotch.

But were they really enemies? They did this so often the term enemies and lovers was blurring together. Soft noises quickly got louder as hips moved against knees. Moans of the other's title mixed into the heated kiss now.

Soon their underwear was removed messily, tossed aside to be dealt with later. They were too into this now to care or even back out. Soft pleas left the shorter one, now fully submissive under the other's dominant aura.

Fingers dug into the taller other's back as he stiffened. The black haired male paused for a brief moment, letting the other bury into his neck. He gently left love marks all over the Red's neck, hoping to distract his mind.

A small nod left him and the other continued. He'd bury into the other's neck occasionally, moaning his name. The taller other gripped at the sheets, noises and grunts of pleasure leaving him. This was a bad idea but they didn't care.

A while later and they both cried out each other's name, panting and gasping. They kept going for a moment before slowing down to a stop. Not a word or motion left them now. They simply worked to recover. After a moment the taller other readjusted, a weak noise leaving the two.

The two knew they'd have to shower later. For now they curled close, soft kisses being delivered to cheeks and noses. Lips almost hesitantly touched for a moment. The two then simply relaxed into the messy bed, not bothering with the covers.

Not long after soft snores left the two. They didn't move, staying tangled together. They knew hiding the love marks they each held the day after would be a pain but they didn't care. It was a problem for their future selves.

~Timeskip~

A soft groan left him as he started to wake. He didn't want to move, starting to feel how sore his backside was. His eyes did eventually open as he realized his partner in crime was gone. He rolled over onto his back and looked to the right of the bed.

A small table with two chairs was across from him. Above it was a small built in shelf with a clock. 3:45am. A soft groan left him. So early. Eyes opened to look back to the table. There sat familiar clothes, neatly folded and with a letter on top. Beside it all was a bottle of pain killers.

Finally the other learned. He slowly sat up before moving to sit at the table. The cap was popped off and a pill was taken out. He knew how many he had to take already anyways. The cap was returned and the bottle set aside for now.

He didn't move just yet, letting the covers rest on his lap. He figured the other had covered him when he woke up. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair and over his face. The love marks were still on his neck, a blunt reminder of the crime they kept committing. The hand shifted to the marks, gently rubbing.

They couldn't keep doing this. One day they'd be found out and killed. That sparked fear in the pit of his stomach. It made him feel sick. He kept quiet, eyes closing. Despite knowing the consequences of being found out, they couldn't bring themselves to stop.

It had become so frequent now, so addictive. So needed. They'd occasionally wear blindfolds, telling themselves that if they simply didn't see each other then they weren't disobeying the rules. Despite this, they knew the exact way the other's body was built.

Every curve, every scar, every bend, everything. They knew how the other would react to a touch here or a grab there. Blindfolding was a bit pointless in the end. They still knew who the other was. They didn't know if knowing was a bad thing or not.

Slowly, feet met the smooth wood floor as he rose. A hand shifted to the letter, gently taking the paper between pointer and middle finger.

Folded your clothes up
-B

A thumb gently rubbed the 'B' in an almost saddened way. The card was stashed away in the pant pocket of his clothes. Didn't want anyone finding it. The hands paused before shifting to take hold of the clothes.

He worked quickly, the clothing items being slipped on. A hand ran through hair once more. The jacket and new set of clothes were slipped on, jacket hiding the evidence.

Shoes were slipped on before the being in the van quietly opened the door. Eyes scanned the area several times before feet gently touched the ground. The door shut, eyes glancing around again.

The figure was quick to walk away from the vehicle. Once back at the Red base and inside, a soft exhale left him. Footsteps padding towards the resupply room.

Another day, another battle.