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[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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[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.]

[filetofish]

[Crow has absolutely no complaints about this turn of events. He makes a soft noise at the bite, pushing his body up against Rean's not to get out of the pin but just to get closer. There's no such thing as close enough.]

Ah-- That's nice.

[Nice is a gross understatement.]

[awakenerd]

[He'd agree, this is nice, but his mouth is busy leaving marks all down Crow's neck, hungry for the way Crow pushes against him the soft tone of pleasure and awe in his voice. He needs more of Crow, all of him. Now that he can touch his skin he's doing as much as he can, hurried.

He doesn't, generally, want to rush things, but the longer Crow's here the more danger he's in. By that logic he should kick Crow out right now, but he can't bring himself to, so the next best thing is not to spend the all night he wants on Crow and make this... Faster.

But not so fast he doesn't leave many, many little marks on Crow's skin. He's not a deeply possessive person, but he is at least possessive enough to want these marks not to have entirely faded in a week.]

[filetofish]

[Crow's breath is stuttering, his chest heaving under Rean as he tries to stay silent. At least he can touch back now -- he's taking full advantage, trailing his fingertips down Rean's spine and rubbing flattened palms over his shoulders.

It's not enough. Nothing could possibly be enough.]

[awakenerd]

[It's not enough but it's still wonderful. Rean leans up reluctantly, examining the marks on Crow's neck and shoulders. He could leave more... But he's stretching over Crow for the bedside table, He knows he has hand lotion that should work, and he's snagging it, popping out open and coating his fingers.

It's been a few months but not forever, it shouldn't take too long to stretch out properly, and Crow's big but he's not Gaius so the fit should be just fine.

Before Crow can say anything he's dropping the lotion and leaning forward to bite Crow's neck, letting that muffle his own noises when he shoves his fingers in his own ass. Much as he'd love to be the one taking Crow at the moment, tight pants and the pending possibility of needing to flee means Crow gets to keep his pants mostly on. This time.]

[filetofish]

[Fuck that's hot. Crow's a little afraid he's not going to make it all the way through and that's just embarrassing. But... it's Rean. Rean here, warm, naked and bold on top of him and Crow thinks this is heaven. At least he's sure he's alive, because there's no way he'd go anywhere as nice as this.

He's repeating "quiet, quiet" to himself, and he still can't help the slight whimper just at the bite, at seeing Rean like this. His hands just can't seem to find a good place to rest. There's too much of Rean he could be -- and is -- touching.]