spoilery

[reanbeanmachine]

[It's been 5 months since the operation in Heimdallr. It's May, and the Lino flowers have come and gone in Trista.

But Rean Schwarzer, Ashen Chevalier and Hero of Erebonia is not in Trista. His class has graduated and he's on academic leave. He's been here for three months or so, fighting the Empire's battles so the soldiers don't have to, discouraging Calvard from any real large-scale operations, and in his limited down-time, letting Lechter drag him around.

He's been going through the motions for months now, tired but pressing on. He had a week of for Class VII's graduation and then he himself was back to the front. No down time, no closure.

He doesn't think what he's doing is right, but it's also not exactly wrong. Yet every day leaves his heart heavy and weary and conflicted, his mind going round and round in uncertain circles, and that's when he's feeling energetic. A lot of the time he's still on a bit of shut-down. Emotionally, especially. He smiles when he should and he genuinely cares, especially about Altina and Millium when they're with him, but he hasn't had time to mourn, and his grief and anger have to be buried under getting the job done. Rather than physically worn down he's been emotionally fatigued for months, and being part of his father's grand plan to subjugate Crossbell really does nothing to help, but at least it keeps him occupied. Occupied, and away from almost everyone who'd have a prayer of bringing his spirits up. Even Millium doesn't really understand, sadness is too new for her, though she tries.

And while Rean is tired and fighting under the banner of the noble hero, Crow is undergoing his own little fun time. That is to say, his revival is a success, but not entirely. He's not very controllable, you see, because his memories are intact, though it takes a month or two for the pieces of them to fall fully in place. Still, somehow, his return the world is noticed by Ordine, and from Ordine Vita learns of it. After that it's only a matter of time before he's with the Anguis and not the organization who had hoped to use him. And with Vita he can catch up on everything he's missed in the months he's been dead and re-animated.

Which is presumably why he's now in Crossbell, sneaking into the room Rean's been given. It's a nice private officer's quarters, even if he's still technically a student, because the Ashen Chevalier isn't going to be bunked up in the barracks.

It's late, but someone is in the room with Rean, talking to him, when Crow arrives to listen in from whatever approach he's taken, probably air ducts. Claire, actually. She sounds worried, and Rean sounds testy, it's the end of a conversation Crow catches.]

But the Chancellor... No, your father, I'm sure--

That's enough. I'm tired.

....Then, goodnight.

[Whatever they were discussing is impossible to say but when the door closes behind Claire Rean sighs heavily, and there's the sound of him flopping onto bed. Unfortunately he doesn't narrate whatever internal monologue he's having aloud for Crow's benefit at this point.]

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[reanbeanmachine]

[That's a noise he really wishes he could hear a lot louder. Still the soft hum of it against his lips has him really turned on. Not that Crow's fondling and the feel of his lips are behind in that regard. He wiggles his other hand free, reaching down Crow's body to tug his shirt up, get his own hands on bare skin, biting his tongue because without Crow's mouth on his it's harder to muffle his own noises, and it'll be a lot worse than embarrassing if they're caught. But he doesn't want to stop, so he's rocking his knee up for gentle stimulation as he drags his hands up Crow's sides.]

[filetofish]

[Oh Aidios please let this last forever. Or just like, let the week between now and next time they meet go real fast. Being able to be with Rean like this is amazing, and Crow curses under his breath, leaning his hips into Rean's knee as his breath hitches.

He can't let Rean outpace him, though. It's a competition, or something -- not really but Crow likes making everything a competition so he's taking advantage of Rean being in pyjamas and Crow being fully dressed to shove his hand down Rean's pants unopposed.]

[reanbeanmachine]

[Rean inhales sharply and it's hard not to let out a squawked Crow! He wiggles a little, fingers digging into Crow's skin lightly, and in return his knee presses up with more deliberate pressure, not hard, just, you know, very there, pleasantly.]

[filetofish]

[He'll justify it with the fact that they're pressed for time, but really Crow is just so excited to touch Rean that there's no time for lingering. He'll linger later, when Rean's actually safe, with him, away from this stupid army.

Right now he's just shamelessly taking him in hand, nuzzling into Rean's neck, breathing roughly, wanting so badly to do everything at once and just as badly to stay exactly like this for the rest of his life.]

[reanbeanmachine]

[This is not fair, Crow's pants are tight? He's wearing a belt? It's a lot harder for Rean to get access even when he does drop his hands down, sliding over Crow's ass and then forward to at least attempt to get in there while being thoroughly distracted by Crow's hand. He's shivering, the smallest sounds escaping his attempts to keep quiet, nothing anyone past the door would hear. He's also whispering, in a softly desperate voice;] Crow...

[filetofish]

[RIP Rean Schwarzer, defeated by even Crow's outfit choices. Crow can feel Rean's hands just fine though, and he's panting against Rean's neck already, too excited to describe.]

Jeez. We're not going to get far if you keep saying my name like that.

[Because it's killing him. Can he just melt into Rean's body yet? He doesn't even want to be a separate person right now.]

[awakenerd]

[Crow's breath on his skin is in itself more stimulation than he can take right now. Honestly he mirrors the desire, why can't they just merge (combat links in sex, there's a thought) or at least get rid of all these clothes?

He does grin a little. Nice to know that's a weakness, he's definitely going to exploit it. He has to use everything at his disposal before Crow vanishes on him again, even if it's only for a week.

Anyway he's definitely doing his best to get Crow's pants open and stubbornness will reward him after a moment.]

Say your name like what? Crow?

[He puts a deliberate sultry emphasis on Crow's name as he whispers that in Crow's ear, about the same time as he gets a hand around his dick.]

[filetofish]

[We're supposed to be being quiet, Rean!! For just an instant though Crow is louder than he should be, shuddering as a breathy moan escapes him. Rean is the worst. A bully. An incredibly sexy, wonderful, perfect bully.]

Rean.

[His protest is a choked whine, and his revenge is a bite down on Rean's collarbone, where it can be hidden tomorrow.]

[awakenerd]

[He bites his lip because otherwise he'd moan too. God this is dangerous. But the adrenaline kind of adds to it, honestly. Which, well, that's normal for humans but they really shouldn't keep pushing it, yet Rean doesn't want to stop.

He slides his thumb over the head of Crow's cock, taking him in hand firmly and lifting his other hand to hold the back of Crow's head.]

Shh.

[He whispers, breathy, though Crow is muffling himself.]

[filetofish]

[Even being told to shh is hot. How terrible. This was a bad, dangerous decision and Crow doesn't regret it at all.]

Rean. I want all of you.

[It's a whisper full of lust and love, thick with want, his hands pulling away from their work to start trying to strip Rean entirely. Go big or go home, that's the Crow Armbrust philosophy.]

[awakenerd]

[Well that just goes straight to his libido, breath catching.]

Yeah. Me too.

[Softly, but very fervently whispered agreement. At least the pajamas he's wearing are loose enough to get off easily. This isn't a great idea but he wants Crow so much, he's still so emotionally devastated by Crow existing.]

[filetofish]

[Fortunately for time constraints Rean's easy pyjamas make up for Crow's tight clothes with a lot of belts. Crow has Rean stripped in no time, and when he does he pauses, just to look at him with wonder.]

...You're so cute.

[awakenerd]

...

[He can't yell the indignant cute? he feels in his heart but he can lift his foot and kick Crow in the chest. Maybe shoving him off the bed is dangerous, uh, given, that it might make a noise but Crow deserves it.]

[filetofish]

[He manages to catch himself, so it doesn't make as big a noise as it could. It's still a thud though, he just slides off the edge of the bed instead of tumbling. Once he's down there he whines, sitting up and draping himself halfway back onto the bed.]

How mean. And here I was being overcome with love.

[awakenerd]

[He's sitting up on his elbows, looking at Crow in exasperation.]

Unless you want to wait until we're both in Ymir, you can quit with calling me cute.

[filetofish]

But you are cute.

[Crow wants to pat Rean's cheeks but he can't reach from here so instead he's patting his tummy.]

Cute and strong and sexy and perfect.

[awakenerd]

[Oh my god. He picks up a pillow and rolls over, attempting to smother Crow with it and kind of slipping off the bed in his zeal.]

[filetofish]

[Well congratulations Rean you're now naked and on the floor on top of Crow.]

H-Hey! We're going to get caught, idiot!

[Crow is still whispering. Fortunately they didn't actually make that much noise because Crow cushioned Rean's fall.]

[awakenerd]

[This is pretty okay all things considered.]

We didn't make that much noise.

[He whispers back, but he isn't trying to rough house any more, straddling Crow and feeling pretty exposed when Crow is still dressed but getting Crow naked is... Probably not a good idea. Not all the way. He leans down to kiss him anyway.]

[filetofish]

[Crow would like to be naked, but it is in fact probably a bad idea. This whole thing is a bad idea though so maybe, at least some naked? Looking at Rean on top of him is unbelievably hot, but he wants skin touching. He wants nothing between them at all.

He's settling, for the moment, for kissing Rean as hard as he can. He's got so much emotion to express in so little time, it's torture.]

[awakenerd]

[He would really like to be touching Crow's skin right now. He's making due by putting his hands all over Crow's body over his clothes, while kissing him as passionately as possible. If he could just hold Crow with him all night, that would be ideal.]

[filetofish]

[Soon. Soon they'll be away from here and he can cling to Rean as long as he wants, as tightly as he wants. He's using that thought to keep himself sane, leaning up into Rean's hands and dragging his own down Rean's back and along his thighs. When he breaks for air he's breathing hard again, and his face is flushed deep.]

Mnn. No more teasing.

[Hurry up, so he can leave!]

[awakenerd]

[Feeling Crow's hands on his body is the single most--no that's a lie there are a million arousing things about this situation but Crow's hands on his skin are up there. He leans back, panting, pulling himself up and offering Crow his hand.]

Get in bed at least, dork.

[filetofish]

Yeah, yeah.

[Look Crow was completely willing to just fuck on the floor. But if Rean insists on the bed who is he to complain? Besides, once he's on his feet it's easier to throw his coat and shirt on the floor. He can get dressed fast enough. It's fine.]

[awakenerd]

[He is. Real into this shirtless Crow look. Anyway into it enough to shove Crow onto the bed and crawl back on top of him, pinning him and going straight for the throat.

And by going for the throat, that's literal. He's leaving a hickey right on Crow's neck. It's not like he has to be careful about leaving marks.]