exhaling sharply through his nose, he smiles, setting the blade down. "a reminder to do such things in the privacy of my own room, i suppose." he muses politely, facing down the other male.

"your knowledge surprises me, where did you learn of blacksmithing?"

"a display blade, right." he sets it down, sliding it into its sheath. on the outside, he seemed cool and collected, regardless of whatever feelings were stirring within him.

"can i assist you with anything?"

it was rather quaint, how gentle aleki could be, even if forest didn't necessarily need it. it was far from their first song and dance, and oni didn't need much prep, relaxing his throat as his companion takes advantage of it, letting him in deep.

he's all too keen on aleki's body language, perhaps a by-product of his espionage training, or just being observant. he knows when the dude is close, and poor kiki could barely keep himself upright. it's a badge of honor, really, but he knew damn well they wouldn't be done anything soon.

when he's faced with aleki's cock, he grins, giving it a few smooth, even strokes. "as long as you don't tap out on me after you blow your load." he hums, popping the other male's thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it teasingly.

he seeks purchase in the other man's locks, fingers threading through, forming a tight grip. he doesn't tug, however, letting aleki work his magic, cock pulsing as he feels all the blood rush to that single appendage.

he was blissed out, vulnerable.

each calculated movement only spurs yu-jun closer to completion, nearly spilling over the edge before he's forced to tug the other male free from his cock.

"  consent  is  important  when  we  have  the  time  for  it.  we  could  be  in  a  fight  in  a  matter  of  seconds  and  i'd  love  to  find  one  of  our  combat-focused  agents.  it'd  give  us  a  higher  rate  of  success.  "  when  he  discussed  strategy,  it's  as  though  something  clicked  in  the  man's  mind  and  others  would  see  a  flash  of  his  brilliance  as  a  strategist  despite  how  naive  he  could  come  across.

when  oni  returned  back,  agent  boon's  brows  furrowed  slightly  at  his  friend.  "  intel,  duh.  "  wren  couldn't  help  but  laugh.  “  we  gotta  get  out  of  here  successfully,  don't  we?  ”

creating a small curved from his astral energy, he picks under his fingernails with the vaguely knife-shaped object. "i saw a couple clearings we could settle in, a body of water, a cache. an enemy, or an agent, hard to tell from up there."

he glances over with a raised brow. "so tell me, agent boon, where do we go first?"

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃           ˃˃           𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 _ 𝙿𝚄𝙻𝚂𝙴 & 𝙾𝙽𝙸           ˂˂           another   day,   another   back   -   breaking   training   regimen.   hell   week   might   be   over,   but   the   weight   of   it   hadn't   at   all   left   aleki's   muscles,   the   trace   of   every   hit   still   echoing   in   his   bones⸻   the   kind   of   ache   that   made   rest   feel   like   a   punishment.   but   he   pushed   on,   wasn't   wired   for   stillness   anyway.   especially   not   now.   not   when   enemies   were   sharpening   their   knives   in   the   dark,   waiting   for   the   next   opportunity   to   carve   them   open. steam   rolled   heavy   through   the   shower,   thickening   the   air,   pressing   close.   water   pounded   against   aleki's   back   in   steady   percussion,   sliding   down   the   ridges   of   his   shoulders,   and   every   drop   burning   hot,   though   not   hotter   than   the   pulse   under   his   skin.   not   not   hotter   than   the   impulse   in   his   gut   as   he   looked   at   the   man   in   front   of   him.   he   might   be   tired,   he   might   be   aching,   but   still   human   at   the   end   of   the   day.   and   aleki   let   his   hands   wander   before   his   mind   could   think   too   hard   about   it   ;   touch   first,   words   later. calloused   fingers   traced   the   curve   of   forest's   back,   wet   skin   under   his   palms.   he   felt   the   tension   here   and   there—   the   tightness   in   his   shoulders,   in   his   traps,   pressing   down   harder   to   undo   the   knots.   he   kept   going,   smoothing   down   his   spine,   slow   and   deliberate,   mapping   the   bruises   that   hadn't   healed   yet.   then   aleki's   lips   found   forest's   neck,   open   -   mouthed,   dragging   teeth   just   enough   to   make   him   feel   it.   something   solid.   something   real.   not   a   hit,   not   a   wound,   just   pressure,   closeness.   his   breath   ghosted   against   wet   skin,   and   when   he   reached   lower⸻   fingertips   tracing   the   curve   of   his   ass   before   gripping   firm   and   pulling   him   in,   their   cocks   against   each   other,   heat   against   heat. a   sharp   inhale,   a   half   -   swallowed   sound   between   them.   aleki   grinned   against   forest's   skin,   his   own   breath   coming   heavier   now.   fuck.   it   was   instinct,   the   way   his   hips   pressed   forward,   how   easily   their   bodies   slotted   together,   sweat   and   water   and   muscle   flush   in   a   way   that   made   his   pulse   hammer.   and   still,   his   mind   wasn't   on   himself.   not   fully.   never   was.             "             tell   me   how   to   help.             "             his   voice   came   rough,   low,   the   kind   that   carried   even   over   the   rushing   water.   his   hands   didn't   stop   moving,   kneading   into   forest's   ass,   thumbs   pressing   slow   circles   into   his   lower   back.             "             you’re   stiff.   could   stretch   you   out.             "             another   squeeze.             "             or   we   could   do   something   better.             "             his   lips   brushed   just   beneath   forest's   jaw,   waiting,   always   waiting—   for   permission,   for   direction,   for   whatever   forest   wanted.   just   wanted   to   be   useful.   even   now.

thankfully, there were... distractions.

he couldn't keep his hands off of aleki, greedily groping every inch of his exposed form. lips are slightly swollen from pressing wholeheartedly against kiki's, coming back up only to gloat. "i think you're the one who could use the stretching." he punctuates with a firm spank to aleki's ass, the sound echoing through the bathroom.

"but you know me, i'm flexible." a soft hum escapes his lips, offering a few consolidatory strokes to aleki's cock, head tilting upward to expose more of his neck.

at  the  swat  wren  quickly  looked  back  at  the  other  in  absolute  protest.  "  don't  do  that  again  or  else,  oni.  "  rolling  his  eyes,  all  these  agents  were  perverted  and  all  wren  wanted  was  for  them  to  have  some  freaking  decorum!

instead,  he  grabbed  hard  onto  the  other  agent's  arm  and  quickly  tapped  into  his  power  to  help  augment  the  man's  power.  "  maybe  you  can  do  an  astral  survey  of  the  surrounding  area?  that  might  help  us  out  out,  don't  you  think?  "

he opens his mouth for a quippy retort, but is quickly silenced by the surge of power that rushed through him. it was a feeling he never quite got used to, like a surge of adrenaline that coursed through him.

"you wanna talk about consent..." he shudders, shaking his head as he glances over. "you owe me one." with a teasing wink, oni steps back, disappearing from plain sight. where he goes, what he does, or how he does it has always been something kept close to his chest, but it's proven effective so far.

a few moments later, he emerges.

"well, what are you looking for?"

"don't worry about dinner, i've got it covered." while oni hadn't faced any combatants one on one, his day wasn't entirely uneventful. the envy agent certainly wouldn't be so calm and collected if he didn't have some kind of backup plan in place.

a devious smirk crosses his lips, crawling between nikos' legs. "you'll only need five minutes, won't you?" a challenge, perhaps a tease. either way, he doesn't give the other male much time to answer before their lips are meeting in a passionate kiss.

"  you  behave,  agent  yokai.  that  was  a  tactic,  now  that  i  have  a  partner.  give  me  your  hand,  we're  going  to  supercharge  you.  "

he'll refrain, though, since the company was a bit better than sitting in wait for the duration of the event.

"a tactic, right. me showing my admiration for your form is the same thing. just improving morale." a firm swat to the agents' ass as he passes by, nodding in response.

"supercharge me? what for?"

It had been hours since the Hell Week began. Maybe days? It was hard to keep track when the passage of time felt frozen. Nothing but the dark waters of the marsh on one side and muddy ground with trees as tall as the eye could see on another. The water felt cold - dark and menacing - but that shouldn't really be a reason to refuse the need to wash. Yes, his wounds and injuries healed rapidly. Perhaps too rapidly even... but the dry blood remained. And after a while, it would become a nuisance, mostly because some of the things that lurked in the darkness were drawn to its scent. What purpose would it serve to be a walking, breathing target for everything that ate flesh amidst those waters? What purpose would it serve to beat everything that came his way if all he did was fight on a near-constant basis? Even he needed sleep. A moment of respite. Hands drown the half-ripped shirt onto the dark waters – scrubbing the dried-up blood as hard as he could. His pants were close by – laying on a rock to be collected after. What a way to go if something were to surprise him now: just a half-naked man in nothing but his dark underwear doing some washing and cleaning. It would be quite humiliating if something were to fatally wound him… even if Prometheus had no idea what would be deemed fatal for him. There were some powers that were deadly even to himself… but those were rare. Someone even mentioned decapitation could be deadly for him – but that was not a theory he was willing to try out simply for the sake of curiosity. His movements halted. There was some noise in the background – steps perhaps? Could it be a predator lingering nearby, waiting for the best moment to attack or one of those murderous robots that had inflicted most of the wounds he had healed from so far? “Who’s there?” Muscles tensed as Prometheus stood and turned, the cold, rancid water moving around his calves as he turned toward the origin of the sound. He didn’t have any weapon right away – but he would bash whatever came his way with fists if needed. And there were plenty of rocks submerged in the mud. Everything around him could – and would – be used as a weapon. “Show your face!” Was it wishful thinking to hope for another agent, despite his current state of undress? Not that he was shy when it came to his body but – it would be so good to see another face – any face – that didn’t belong to the animals lingering beneath the marsh’s water. “Last chance, darlin’.”

Sink Marshes Biome

"but i suppose it's better for preventing friendly fire, everyone's been on edge." approaching with confidence, he scans the other agent, raising a brow.

"no weapons yet?" he asks curiously, tilting his head in confusion. "i should at least get a fire going for you, don't want you to freeze your... bits off."

"i spent a year in siberia under deep cover, it'd take a little more than a chill to take me out." it was freezing a lot of the time, below freezing even. he needed to go under cover somewhere warm, where he'd work on his tan.

oni approaches, kneeling beside his longtime friend, peering at his wounds. didn't seem too bad, nothing niko couldn't handle.

"i don't kiss n' tell. got lots of pent up energy." tone dripping with implication. maybe it wasn't the time nor the place, but these things always left him feeling a bit bored.

"gonna make me dinner on that fire?"

with  his  own  daggers  secure  as  protection,  a  cannister  of  water,  and  a  few  rations,  boon  placed  it  in  a  pack  that  he  was  given  and  made  his  way  to  the  canyons,  which  weren't  far  off.

he  decided  he  would  yell  something  outlandish  to  throw  off  the  enemies  and  hopefully  act  as  a  beacon  to  some  of  the  other  agents.

" niko  has  the  best  ass  in  all  of  atlantis! " well,  let's  see  if  that  did  him  any  good.

still, it was nice to keep his own skills sharp, lest he get soft around the edges.

"what about 'wren has a big, juicy ass'. that sounds like a banger to me." grinning as he drops to the floor below, donned in black.

"let's see if those geniuses down in the tech department are worth their salt." he stands there, his compression shirt straining as his arms cross over his chest. it was a bit unbecoming, how he unraveled a bit under the stress of the situation, but he held it in remarkably well. only someone very astute, who knew him well, could look past his demeanor and uncover his true feelings.

as the view before him changes, he gives himself a moment to take it all in. it was superficial, sure, like something out of an idyllic dream, but it was far better than the cold, sanitized feeling of where they were prior.

"almost." he muses in response, taking confident steps forward, inhaling the artificial scent of a fresh, ocean breeze. "are you offering a dance? you've got way too much clothing on, if that's the case." oni snickers, relaxing his arms, jaw unclenching. "i wonder how much we can do here... we should test it."