Consulting the Flag

[red_zealot]

In the Flag room, Basil sat in the Lotus position, his eyes closed and his face serene. He was meditating, or, as he prefered to call it, consulting the Flag. He had so many questions, and not enough answers

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[sgt_goodbutter]

A quiet grumbling was heard from beyond the doors of the flag room, and Sarge shuffled on in, still wearing half his armor from the previous day. He had just finished Situating Spike into the base, so now there had to be something else of importance to do.

Sarge let out a quiet curse as he nearly tripped over something - that something being a certain red-haired rookie.

"Basil!"

[red_zealot]

Basil blinked as he was almost-tripped over, and snapped out of his mediation.

"Oh, Sarge... what are you doing here?" he asked, looking up at Sarge him a confused expression on his face.

[sgt_goodbutter]

Sarge grinned and rubbed his head.

"Well, I just got done showing the noob around the base," he said, not quite mentioning which one. He took his turn to give Basil an equally curious look. "And what about you? Doin'.. yoger or somethin'?"

He moved and sat down with Leaves, letting his legs stretch out in front of him.

[red_zealot]

"Actually, I was consulting the flag," Basil explained, taking the oppurtunity to snuggle up with Sarge. "It's what I do when I feel confused. For some reason, it's not helping much."

[sgt_goodbutter]

"Kiddy stuff," he grumped. The most exciting thing at the base was an old projector and DVD player that was held together by duct tape.

"Why don't you got out and walk or explore the Gulch? There's always somethin' excitin' to go see. Especially the things in the caves," he muttered, grinning at the memory of finding some rather interesting growths out there. "Or there's usually somethin' that needs fixed around the house- .. er, base."

[red_zealot]

"Well, I spent my life training. As soon I got free, I wanted something other kids had. Plus it was something to do on the holidays and the days when we had a cease-fire to recover. It's not easy coming back to life every five minutes. It wears me out, mentally and physically, especially the way I had to do it there."

"And it feels like I've wandered around the Gulch a hundred thousand times. I'm tired of it! And the caves..." Basil shuddered at the memory of what happened the last time he had been in the cave. "They scare me."

[sgt_goodbutter]

Sarge smirked and nodded.

"Then I take it back. I guess you need to have a little fun in your life, right? Especially... 'specially you," he muttered, pulling Basil under his arm and holding him tight. He grimaced at the thought of the caves, realizing he has kicked himself in the ass with that one.

"Yeah, no more caves for you."

[red_zealot]

Snuggled against Sarge's chest, Basil let out a contented sigh. He felt happy like this. He felt safe. He felt... normal.

"I always wanted nothing more than to be normal, growing up. I wanted to run around and get dirty, and not from training, but because I could, like other boys. I wanted break my arm playing football, and not for an expiriment. I wanted to waste evenings playing video games and eating junk food!"

[sgt_goodbutter]

Sarge nodded, agreeing to that. He'd been pissed off too many times about idiots killing his goddamned rookie... he blinked as Leaves started giggling, and couldn't help but laugh helplessly with him.

"...eh.. haha... what was all that about?"

[red_zealot]

"Nothing, nothing," Leaves giggled, biting Sarge's neck as he attempted to control himself. "Just a ridiculous mental image of you."

[sgt_goodbutter]

Sarge snorted and leaned back a little bit, still working the kink out of his spine. He gently tugged on Basil as well.

"More rediculous than right now?" He asked teasingly, cupping his hands around Basil's buttocks and squeezing. Hmm, seems the kid would be alright, he hoped, and bit Leaves' neck in return.

[red_zealot]

Basil flushed a little at the assgrab and snuggled closer to Sarge.

"So what if we look ridiculous? I'm happy right now, and I should hope you are too. If not, I can suggest something that would make you happy, like assaulting the blues."

[sgt_goodbutter]

"Ow," he muttered at the bite, and in response, jabbed his teeth deeper into Basil's flesh, threatening to break skin. A possessive noise escaped Sarge as he continued to leave deep bites across whatever skin and muscle he could fit into his mouth, licking and sucking in countenance, and scraping his nails down Basil's sides and hips.

"I want... I want your blood, Basil," Sarge purred breathily, leaning up to take Leaves' mouth in a thirsty kiss.

[red_zealot]

Basil gasped as Sarge drove his teeth deeper into his body, digging his nails into his back as he arched into the older man. His leg twitched with the bites and scratches that followed, bis breath coming to him in pants and moans and he ached so good as he rubbed every part of him he could against the blond. He wanted, needed physical contact, and damn if Sarge wasn't giving him what he wanted.

"My blood is your blood," he gasped after they broke away from their deep kiss. "My body is your body. My heart, my soul, all of me! I'm yours so long as you claim me!"

[sgt_goodbutter]

It was enough, and Sarge let go from his last vantage point of where his mouth was, rearing back to sit on his heels as he angled Basil's legs around his waist. He gave an unusual snarl from his throat, giving no thought in preparation of Leaves, humping up to him a moment before plunging his needy erection into Basil's willing body, most likely drawing a little blood there as well. From there he all but yanked Leaves up to him and into a trapping embrace where his arms were caught beneath Sarge's, thrusting the older man further into him.

Baring his teeth Levin gave out a small, demented noise before burying his sharp canines and incisors into Leaves' left breast, cutting through skin and muscle to get at the good stuff, all while starting the feral grind of his rut.

[red_zealot]

Basil screamed as he was ripped open, the sudden intrusion hurting like hell, but underneath it all was a burning pleasure. Still, tears welled up in his eyes and he grabbed at Sarge's back, digging his nails deep into his flesh.

He screamed again as Sarge bit into him, pleasure and pain leaving his mind a swirling void of incoherent thought.

((X_x Brainded.))