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]

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]

Sarge gave a low little growl and felt his back wrench back into a less painful position, and he looked down at Basil with a strange expression, something burning deep in his half-mast eyes.

"Keep talkin' like that and I might get a little more excited than I am," he murmured. "Hell yes, assultin' those Blues sounds like a good idea... but, I think I might have something a little more entertaining? Unless you really REALLY want to get docked up in armor," Sarge purred, keeping Flowers in mind. Shit, this would be complicated.

[red_zealot]

Basil felt the heat rise in his face at those words; the growl, the look, the tone sending his mind straight to the gutter. God, but now he wanted Sarge to fuck him right then and there.

"What did you have in mind," he asked, hoping that sex was indeed what the older man was thinking about.

[sgt_goodbutter]

Sarge smirked and let Basil go, dropping a hand down to the rookie's and pulling him along. They bypassed the hall that led to the bunkers, and went straight on outside, sunlight shedding across their figures and casting stark shadow across the ground. Sarge said nothing, knowing Basil was most likely wondering what the hell was going on. He smirked to himself and continued walking.

They eventually came to the grassy knolls far behind Red base, caught in a nook of the canyon. The base was well out of sight and range [except maybe to a well-placed shout], and Sarge took the moment of their walking to catch Basil in mid-stride and pull him into a hug.

"Here. Right here. I want to lay you down here in the grass."

[red_zealot]

Basil followed Sarge along obediently, a bit disappointed as they passed the bunkers and headed outside. He really want it to be sex, but whatever Sarge had in mind, it had to be... interesting. He hoped.

However, the sudden hug rekindled his hopes. The are they were in was pretty deserted, and no one ever went back there. Maybe he wanted sex in the grass? Well, he'd just have to wait and see, he guessed.

"You can do whatever you want with me, Sarge."

[sgt_goodbutter]

Sarge smirked, knowing what Basil was up to. Of course, it wasn't like it was obvious, he thought, pulling a little mental sweatdrop. Levin moved around and managed to get Basil on his back, and he himself lay next to the redhead on his side, leaning his head in one hand.

"Alright. Since I'm just so damned old, I'm not quite up for what you're lookin' for.. yet. So. This will have to do ya for, okay? Basil Leaves.." he muttered, leaning over and kissing Basil. He slipped a hand beneath the rookie's shirt, caressing his stomach as he delicately tongued the other man, hoping Basil would like this.

[red_zealot]

Basil sighed and leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Sarge's neck. Of course this was fine with him. Any attention from Sarge was fine by him. And if Old Man Sarge was ever going to get up, he'd need some help.

Sliding his hands down Sarge's back, he slid a leg between Sarge's thighs and lifted his body up, pressing against the older man, growling as the armor on Sarge's lower regions prevented complete contact. Those would have to go, as soon as possible.

[sgt_goodbutter]

Sarge smirked and shoved Leaves back to the ground, an odd look in his expression.

"Don't move," he murmured, and rolled over to methodically shuck his sparse armor and then return to Basil. He attacked the rookie hungrily, nipping his teeth into any exposed flesh he could find before getting frustrated and yanking Basil's shirt off. He growled and mounted the red-head, sliding his hands roughly down the other's sides as he attacked Basil's nipples, making sure to bite them just hard enough to cause pain.

[red_zealot]

Basil mewed at the sudden attack, arching his back as pain/pleasure shot through his system. Didn't Sarge just say he wasn't up for what he wanted? Because this is most definitely what he wanted; rough, violent, mind-numbing sex.

[sgt_goodbutter]

Chap.

The name flitted through his head as well as the dreamy memory of having a dark-haired soul pinned beneath him. Sarge grumbled and slid his tongue up against Basil's throat, practically clawing at the other man's pants now. He all but whimpered, "Off, now."

Meanwhile, he clamped his eyeteeth firmly into Basil's shoulder.

[red_zealot]

Basil quickly complied to Sarge's wishes, all but ripping his pants and briefs, letting out a quick yelp as Sarge bit him. He relieved Sarge of his body-suit while he was at it, taking a huge chomp at his shoulder as soon as it was exposed. If Sarge was going to bite, then so was he.