CROCKET!!!

It was simply that time year again. Laying season. The time when Dorian was the least helpful and the most pissy. He couldn't help how much energy it took to get those eggs out of his system. The others could help their pestering however.

He was once again sprawled out over the mess of blankets and pillows he called a nest. He was dizzy. Dizzy and aching, which was not a great combination as it turn out. Between his legs was a pair of eggs. Why couldn't the blasted things come out all in the same time?

The door to his office creaked open but Dorian ignored it. He reached up, running his hands over the downy feathers lining his neck. The gesture stirred an annoying mixture of comfort and tired anger. Dorian didn't regret what he did to himself but laying eggs almost made him want to. Almost.

"MEDIC!! MEEEEEDIIIIC!"

Dorian groaned. Of all of the men on the team, of course it had to be the Soldier. He blindly grabbed a blanket and rolled over. There were more feathers scattered about his room than usual. There usually were during this time of year.

Soldier's obnoxious firm stomps slowed in Dorian's office. Then, much to the hybrid man's dismay, he heard the door to his personal room creak open. His pupils were thin, irritated dots. He huffed dismissively under the blanket and tugged the fabric closer.

"MEDIC. MED-.. ... Fritz?" The patriot's voice went uncharacteristically soft. It was a jarring sound really, for both parties, to go from yelling at the top of your lungs to barely above a whisper. "You're hiding like a sissy ass hippie." It was such a bluntly simple observation, Dorian didn't know if he wanted to laugh or start sobbing.

He reluctantly throw the blanket off. From his position on the bed he could see the grey-blue of the other's eyes pretty clearly. They were surprisingly beautiful.

Dorian went to respond before a sharp cramp ripped through him. He grunted and doubled over, clutching at himself.

The sight of Dorian in such obvious pain made a conflicting mixture of emotions ripple through him. Anger, at the pain itself. Worry, a warm and soft thing he'd never admit to feeling ever. And a sense of duty. Solly wasn't quite sure exactly where the thought came from but if his medic was hurting then it was his job to chase the said pain away.

The Soldier nodded and climbed into the bed without a word. Dorian let out a loud, undignified squawk, his clawed hands lurching back defensively. A barely audible gasp escaped the hybrid as he felt Soldier's well defined arms encircle his waist. The edge of the helmet brushed against his skin as Solly pressed his face into the nape of Dorian's neck.

His downy feathers fluffed up. They soon settled however as the heat of the other man's body radiated into him. Dorian sighed softly. He pressed his hips back, savoring the feeling of Solly spooning him.

Behind him Solly shift slightly. His hips probably pressed uncomfortably into the Soldier's but Dorian didn't particularly care. His scaly hands rested over Soldier's. In response he seemed to snuggle even closer. Dorian hummed low in his throat, tilting his head slightly.

"Fritz.. you're hurting.." Solly mumbled almost hesitantly into Dorians neck. He was getting feathers in his nose. Not that Solly would complain, it was a necessary evil if it mean Dorian was alright.

It was simply that time year again. Laying season. The time when Dorian was the least helpful and the most pissy. He couldn't help how much energy it took to get those eggs out of his system. The others could help their pestering however.

He was once again sprawled out over the mess of blankets and pillows he called a nest. He was dizzy. Dizzy and aching, which was not a great combination as it turn out. Between his legs was a pair of eggs. Why couldn't the blasted things come out all in the same time?

The door to his office creaked open but Dorian ignored it. He reached up, running his hands over the downy feathers lining his neck. The gesture stirred an annoying mixture of comfort and tired anger. Dorian didn't regret what he did to himself but laying eggs almost made him want to. Almost.

"MEDIC!! MEEEEEDIIIIC!"

Dorian groaned. Of all of the men on the team, of course it had to be the Soldier. He blindly grabbed a blanket and rolled over. There were more feathers scattered about his room than usual. There usually were during this time of year.

Soldier's obnoxious firm stomps slowed in Dorian's office. Then, much to the hybrid man's dismay, he heard the door to his personal room creak open. His pupils were thin, irritated dots. He huffed dismissively under the blanket and tugged the fabric closer.

"MEDIC. MED-.. ... Fritz?" The patriot's voice went uncharacteristically soft. It was a jarring sound really, for both parties, to go from yelling at the top of your lungs to barely above a whisper. "You're hiding like a sissy ass hippie." It was such a bluntly simple observation, Dorian didn't know if he wanted to laugh or start sobbing.

He reluctantly throw the blanket off. From his position on the bed he could see the grey-blue of the other's eyes pretty clearly. They were surprisingly beautiful.

Dorian went to respond before a sharp cramp ripped through him. He grunted and doubled over, clutching at himself.

The sight of Dorian in such obvious pain made a conflicting mixture of emotions ripple through him. Anger, at the pain itself. Worry, a warm and soft thing he'd never admit to feeling ever. And a sense of duty. Solly wasn't quite sure exactly where the thought came from but if his medic was hurting then it was his job to chase the said pain away.

The Soldier nodded and climbed into the bed without a word. Dorian let out a loud, undignified squawk, his clawed hands lurching back defensively. A barely audible gasp escaped the hybrid as he felt Soldier's well defined arms encircle his waist. The edge of the helmet brushed against his skin as Solly pressed his face into the nape of Dorian's neck.

His downy feathers fluffed up. They soon settled however as the heat of the other man's body radiated into him. Dorian sighed softly. He pressed his hips back, savoring the feeling of Solly spooning him.

Behind him Solly shift slightly. His hips probably pressed uncomfortably into the Soldier's but Dorian didn't particularly care. His scaly hands rested over Soldier's. In response he seemed to snuggle even closer. Dorian hummed low in his throat, tilting his head slightly.

"Fritz.. you're hurting.." Solly mumbled almost hesitantly into Dorians neck. He was getting feathers in his nose. Not that Solly would complain, it was a necessary evil if it mean Dorian was alright.

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