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[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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[He makes a noise between disgruntled and you know, startled arousal.]

You know that's not what I meant.

[He wiggles a hand from Crow's grasp, reaching up to slides his fingers into Crow's hair.]

Hey--

[He needs to sort out what he wants to say fast, apparently, because it doesn't seem like Crow intends to stop and at this particular point in time Rean isn't sure he wants to either, even if getting their feelings sorted out and talked about is his preference. He missed Crow too much, he doesn't way to push him away at all, he really just wants to pull him closer.]

Crow? [He waits a second for some indication he has Crow's attention before continuing.]

All this time, I've missed you. I've been trying to listen to what you told me, trying to move forward. But honestly, I don't think I've done a great job. I couldn't stop thinking of you, I couldn't stop dwelling on what happened and wondering how I could have done things differently, to keep you safe, to bring you home. Since then things have gotten complicated and I'm involved in this war in a way I never wanted, and I've kept wondering, what would you do or say if you were here? And now you are, and all that complicated stuff doesn't seem to matter as much, because it feels like we'll figure things out.

I'm happy. I'm so happy I can hardly think, my heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest because you're here, and I can hardly believe any of this is real.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love you.

Mm?

[He stops when Rean tries to get his attention, though he leaves his face buried against Rean's neck. Of course, leave it to Rean Schwarzer to be so sappy. Crow has a lot of feelings himself, but it's easier for him to express himself physically. It's just his nature to say something stupid and do something meaningful, but he's perfectly capable of this kind of talk when it's important.

He said a lot of things he really meant, when they were fighting. When he was dying. He should be able to say them now, when he's more afraid than he'll admit that they'll be torn apart forever at any moment.]

You're such a baby.

[He huffs, amused, and sits up enough to make eye contact. He's teasing but his smile is a little bit sad and really, really enamoured.]

You've been doing fine, Rean. I'm proud of you. And I love you, too, but I figure you gathered that.

[He's going to cry again at those words, it warms his very tired and already overwhelmed heart. To Rean words mean a lot, what his friends say and the encouragement he gets sticks with him, so being told Crow is proud of him is huge, almost as big as being told I love you which is just, yeah he figured that out in the last few minutes but hearing it is also just lifting a weight off him.

Crow sitting up is Crow going too far, so he uses the hand in Crow's hair to pull him down, kissing him passionately. Look he said and heard what he wanted, at this point he is all in, no hesitation.]

[Crow is absolutely not going to complain about the kiss. He should. He should leave, not because he doesn't want this but because if anyone walks in he's in big trouble. He just said a few minutes ago it was too risky. But he can't help it. He can't stand the idea of leaving and never getting to do this. It's a memory he wants to make, for both of them to hold onto, even if Crow gets his memories stolen again.

It's with those feelings in mind he's kissing Rean with complete devotion, and sliding his hands up his shirt at the same time.]

[They should at least lock the door, but, uh, Rean is kind of busy kissing Crow? He never really planned for this but now that it's happening there's nothing else he wants to do with his life as much as he wants to do this.

He makes a soft noise against Crow's lips at the hands on his skin, then drags his knee up to slide gently between Crow's thighs, fingers curling at the back of Crow's neck. He's pretty confident in what he's doing, at least, aiming to make Crow feel it too even if he's the one being pinned.]

[They have to be quiet. If he's going to stay he at least needs to keep it down, so no one gets worried. So he bites back a groan at the feeling of Rean's knee, just making a small needy sound into Rean's mouth.

It's not enough. He's pretty sure he could touch Rean and be touched by him all night and it wouldn't be enough but for now he's greedily running his fingers over Rean's stomach and up, brushing his thumbs over his nipples and splaying his fingers over his chest. He hates to break the kiss but he feels like he needs to, so he can move it to Rean's neck, his shoulder, careful not to leave a mark so as not to raise suspicion but tasting as much skin as he can.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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...

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

...

[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.]

[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.

[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.

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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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