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Hardcase/Dogma

Dogma thinks Hardcase is too overbearing, and that he should leave him alone. What’s the point of all this camaraderie anyway? There has to be some sort of ulterior motives behind the way he always seeks him out at lunch, or the way he wants to spar with him every time, or ask him to help with painting his armor… Yes, he’s definitely hiding something. When he mentions his doubts to Tup, he’s quite disappointed to see that all he manages to do is making the other burst into laughter. Apparently, he needs to “learn to read the room” and to “read between the lines”, but Dogma has no idea what his friend is actually talking about. Oh well, he supposes it will remain a mystery…

Sinker/Boost

They hate being on leave, because being on leave means that they’re forced to come to terms with the disaster that has been their last mission. They have lost so many people… Wolffe has completely closed off, not letting even them in, leaving Booster and Sinker with dealing with the hopelessness and emptiness themselves. It’s a good thing that they can support each other, or else they have no idea about how they could’ve gotten out of this state. They suppose that even the hardest of times can have their upsides: now they’re more united than ever, and nothing’s ever going to change that.

Wolffe/Comet

“You know I don’t like it when you do that,” Wolffe snarls, keeping the relentless pace he’s subjecting Comet to with a practiced ease. He knows this is exactly what Comet wants, but this time he doesn’t care; he’s tired of this game and if this is what he wants, then he’ll give it him.

Comet turns around, as much as he can do that while pinned on Wolffe’s desk with him pounding inside him, sporting the most false innocent expression Wolffe has ever seen.

“Whatever do you mean?” he has the nerve to ask. Wolffe lands a hand on his face and pushes him down until his cheek is pressed against the desk’s surface.

“Don’t act coy with me, boy,” he growls, fury evident in his voice, “You disobeyed direct orders, you pushed forward without waiting for backup. What were you trying to accomplish, huh?”

Ever word is accompanied by a thrust and Comet, the brat, can only moan in front of this assault. His entire body is shaking but Wolffe doesn’t stop. Comet knew what he was going to get into acting like that and he did it anyway, so now he’s going to learn that his actions have consequences.

 “I-- I only wanted to impress you!” Comet manages to cry out. As if that’s the way to do that.

If he really wanted to impress him, and not just show off, he’d know that he’d have to actually take care of himself more, that he shouldn’t run into danger so recklessly, like his life means nothing.

He’s lost so many brothers already, he can’t go through that again. If Comet dies because of his foolishness, he…

 “Wolffe?”

Wolffe hadn’t even realized he stopped until Comet calls for him, question evident in his voice. He swallows, closing his arms around Comet’s torso, curling himself over him. No, he can’t lose another one.

He feels Comet moving, but he doesn’t stop him; it’s like all the energy he had before suddenly vanished. Free to do what he wants, Comet turns around, closing his arms around Wolffe and pressing their foreheads together. He was genuine when he said that he wanted to impress him, but he can see now that his actions on the battlefield haven’t had the effect he was hoping.

“I’m sorry Wolffe, I didn’t mean to make you worry,” he apologizes then. The way Wolffe is looking at him, like he’s about to die, hurts: he didn’t want to make him feel this way.

“Just don’t do it again, promise?” Wolffe says then.

“I promise,” Comet replies, nodding, “I promise.”

He closes the distance between them, kissing Wolffe with a tenderness that is completely reciprocated by the other.

 An exhale leaves his lips when Wolffe gently settles him on the desk again, this time facing each other. Comet moans when he feels the head of his cock pressing inside his entrance again.

This time Wolffe goes slow, savoring each second, each little sound that comes out of Comet’s pretty lips. At each roll of his hips, he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the orgasm.

“I love you, Wolffe!” Comet moans between one thrust and another, “I love you so much…”

He’s always so earnest in the way he expresses his emotions, and Wolffe can’t help but to melt at those words.

“Me too, Com’ika,” he mutters, “I love you too.”

 They come at the same time, whispering each other’s names. After another couple of lazy rolls Wolffe stops, but he still doesn’t pull out of Comet who, on his part, doesn’t push him away. They stay like this for a while, foreheads pressed together, catching their breaths.

“You promised,” Wolffe says, breaking the silence. Comet nods.

“I did… Wolffe, what I did today… I didn’t think--”

“It’s in the past now,” Wolffe mutters, resting one finger against Comet’s lips in order to silence him, “As long as you never pull a stunt like that ever again. I already am yours, Com’ika, you don’t need to gain my approval or anything of the sort.”

“I know,” Comet says, a sheepish smile on his face, “I guess I just wanted to show off.”

His gaze turns serious and he gently takes Wolffe’s face between his hands, caressing his cheekbones with his thumbs. He pulls him closer and kisses him, a brief and soft kiss, a promise of being more careful with his life next time.

 Making promises of this kind is dangerous during times of war; one can never know what will happen in battle, what sacrifices it’ll require to make, but for now nor Wolffe nor Comet is thinking about that, focusing solely on each other, on the bond they share.