There was a time when this would have seemed weird
Title: Ace’s Airman Antics (or, “What happens in Ace’s bedroom, doesn’t stay in Ace’s bedroom”) Part 2
Author: Glitnir_Gebo
Parings: None so far
Rating: PG 15+ to start off
Note: Part one is located here
At that moment Raphael leaned through the doorway. “Bastion, you two, be a bit louder, why don't you?” He noticed them best resting and rolled his eyes, muttering a string of obscenities.
Ace opened one eye to look at him. “At least our conversation consisted of more then groans...”
Raphael grimaced. “I am more well-articulated than either of you even during coitus, I'll have you know.”
“Not from what I've heard. And I don't mean gossip...I mean with my own two ears!”
Raphael sniffed back at him. “Then you clearly weren't listening properly. Or possibly didn't have the brain capacity to process multi-syllable words.”
“Not true.” Ace replied, slightly offended but rather used to it. “Al-co-hol. That's more then one syllable.”
“Of course.” Raphael rolled his eyes. “How silly of me. How about ‘vulgarity’ or ‘inbriated imbeciles’, do you know what means?”
“It's ‘inebriated’ and I prefer to call it ‘fun’.”
“Yes, you do appear to be having an absolute blast of it, sweetheart.” Raphael mocked.
“Bastion. That is not somethin' I need to open m'eyes to.” Compagnon said, peering up at Raphael standing over him in the doorway before slowly getting up. “I mean, Hullo Raph, you look cheery as a shitstorm in May.”
“I was very cheerful right up until the point when some idiots started shouting about beer and rats.”
“Metaphorical rats.” Compagnon pointed out. “We were very par-tic-ular about that.”
Ace silently sat on his bed, sulking.
“Well, metaphorical or even metaphysical, your rats still fail to avoid breaking my concentration.”
“Dreadfully sorry.” Compagnon said sarcastically. “Did we disrupt one of your sonnets? An ode to the kitchen table, and all the wonders thereof?”
“I was attempting to change my bandages without ripping my skin off,” Raphael gritted his teeth, “and you're not making it easier.”
Raphael turned his attention back to Ace. “As for you...I'd even go so far, in fact, as to say that you look in danger of fainting from pure, undiluted joy.”
Ace swore he could hear cats fighting behind that voice.
Compagnon raised his eyebrows and smiled widely. “Y'know, I think I prefer Ace'n'my version of joy to yours, frankly speaking.”
“Like it's my fault, you flea-ridden son of a dog-loving Ke-Han whore.”
Ace grinned at Raphael, feeling quite capable of defending himself. “Why don't you let me help you with that bandage, by way of apology?” he said, thinking ‘you bastard...’
“Oh, yes, how very kind of you. But I actually like my skin and would like someone competent in charge of it.”
Compagnon stifled and giggle and shrugged. “I know you don't mean it. I can see the gleam of love in your eyes ev'n now,” he said with a wink.
Raphael raised his eyebrows and smirked back at him. “Love can be very sharp and pointy, my foul-odoured friend. Just keep that in mind.”
“Nah, I like my love soft. With nice round...” Compagnon gestured, a bit exaggeratedly, “and, and eyes and good strong arms and... Also, also breasts. I mentioned those.” He gestured again just in case Raphael didn’t catch on.
“I've noticed, actually.” Raphael said, raising an eyebrow. “Just fucking pipe down, or I swear you'll have some pointy love before you know it.”
“I'm glad you have.” Compagnon continued, “But I'm not fond of the pointy love. That's all you, sugarcakes.”
“Breasts are…nice.” Adamo suddenly piped up from the doorway behind them, having snuck up quiet as a ninja.
Ace wondered why everyone was congregating in his bedroom.
“Why hello, Sergeant! We were talking about breasts!” Compagnon said, before turning back to Raphael.
Raphael grimaced. “Not so damn fond of it right now, honeymunchkin. And love includes punishment, sometimes.”
“I noticed.” Adamo said adding his two cents. “Breasts…More than a mouthful's a waste far's I'm concerned, though.” He propped himself up on the doorframe.
“Breasts are good. Nice round ones that fit perfectly in your hand...” Ace said, talking to himself mostly.
Adamo nodded in absentminded agreement.
“If you say so.” Raphael said to Ace, paying him zero attention.
Compagnon paused thoughtfully. “Like when my lady friend stole my clothes when I didn't comment on her hair rightly?”
Raphael laughed. “Exactly. Or me kicking your bony ass to the Cobalts and back for making enough noise for ten.”
“Ten what?” Compagnon asked, his drunk brain not keeping up. “Ten clothes?”
“People, idiot.” Adamo said, so find of calling him an idiot that it was almost a term of endearment.
Raphael sighed. “Why yes, of course that was what I meant, you daft fuck.” He tugged at a bit at bandage with a grimace. “Fuck me...”
“No thanks. Prefer not to get fileted.” Adamo replied, deadpan.
“Oh, yes, terribly funny. But for the record I should point out that Niall has not been fileted yet.” Raphael said, referring to his previous ‘relationship’ with the other not-Ivory airman.
“Only because Ivory was there too.” Adamo said, grinning lecherously, more then a little drunk.
“Why my dear, I thought you'd never ask!” Compagnon chimed in.
“I'd be delighted, my darling. You could even bring your lady friend. I'm sure Ivory wouldn't mind,” he added with a smirk.
“She'd be a bit too much for you, I think.” Compagnon said before remembering Ace was still there. “Ace. Ace. We ought to get you a woman.”
Adamo stretched and yawned. “Or a man, way things are headed…”
“What? Ace likes men? Hold on. We need to write this down. Like, a list.” Compagnon said strolling over to Ace’s desk.
“Well I don't know, actually…Still haven't figured that one out. He's an odd one, ain't he?”
Meanwhile Ace molded the shape of a woman in the air with his hands.
Raphael smiled widely. “I have a very good hand with women, I'll have you know.”
Adamo snickered at the mention of hands, his mind going straight to the gutter. “Of course you do…”
“Well, there is that. But still, he most definitely was involved in fucking-like activities with me.”
“Far's I know, it was with his consent. This wouldn't be.” Adamo continued.
Raphael rolled his eyes. “And that is why I have a better hand with ladies than most of you in the first place.”
“Oh, I'm good with ladies as well…Just…” Adamo sighed slightly. “Fuck, my favorite is when they use hands.” He tried to stop the blush from reaching his cheeks.
“Well, that's lovely to know, I'm sure.” Raphael grimaced slightly.
Ace decided that this was as good of time as any to try and fix his broken dart, and loudly sighed.
“Oi, Ace, are you still with us?” Raphael asked, sitting down on the edge of his bed. “You seem to be a bit... out of it.”
Ace eyed him warily.
“Ace? Hello? Volstov calling.” Raphael lifted Ace’s chin a bit to look into his eyes and look for signs of life.
“Well now you know which girls were my favorites.” Adamo said, winking and refusing to give up the conversation. “Hm, speaking of amazing hands… You know who's got nice hands?”
Ace continued to sit very still.
“I know a lot of people who have nice hands, although none of them are ladies, I'd have to say. Well, except for Balfour.” Raphael added teasingly.
Adamo continued. “Balfour…Fuck yeah…They were nice before, pretty…but now…fuck…Fuckin amazing is what it is…Agile, oddly, for metal.”
Raphael snorted with laughter. “The things you learn, hmm? Let me guess, you're a bit intoxicated as well?”
“A bit.” Adamo muttered, looking at Raphael hard. “Y'know, y'oughta let him try somethin on ya…It's quite nice…”
Raphael blinked back at him. “That was...unexpected. Usually, you're as jealous as I am.”
“Never said sexual.” Adamo said, his eyes saying it for him. “Anyway, it's diff’rent like this…”
“It's different like what? You've lost me now, Sarge.” Raphael said, looking confused.
“Never mind. Gavin'd kill me for even suggestin’ it…”
Raphael snorted. “You wouldn't believe it, but he's not the jealous one in this equation. He's just more violent.”
“Really?” Adamo said in disbelief.
”Yes, really.” Raphael said with a sigh. “I'm pathetically dependent, and therefore exceedingly jealous. Amazing I didn't strangle Niall.”
He turned back to Ace. “Ace? Honestly, you're starting to worry me,” he said, leaning a little closer. “Should we clear out? You don't seem to be feeling that well.”
Ace suddenly poked Raphael’s nose. “Beep.”
“Hey, Ace...you sure you should be drinking so much? You're getting a bit...strange.” Raphael said gently, genuinely starting to worry. Although he’d had had a bit to drink, in later days Ace would forever blame his weirdness on the sandwich.
Adamo seemed to remember whose room they were in. “You need help. Psychological help.” He looked to Raphael for confirmation that that was the right word.
Raphael sighed. “I think he needs Thoushalt,” he said quietly.
“Likely…Veeeery possible...Fuckin’ Ke-Han. Though the kid in charge now, I can't say nothin’ against. He's decent…”
“And my beautiful Natalia spread over their fields like so much manure...It's enough to make you fucking weep.” Raphael said, sighing again.
“Stasia's what kills me…Strong girl…and now…” Adamo punched the wall. “Fuck! It's not right!”
Raphael shook his head, looking back at Ace. “And now we're just as fucking messed-up as the girls, aren't we?”
Adamo exhaled in a sudden huff. “Its not fuckin’ right. Most of ya'ce lost everythin’. Why the hell…why'm I exempt?” he said, referring to his own dragon’s survival.
“Because you were smart enough to make use of the fuel you had left and hightail out of there? Nothing wrong with that.”
Adamo waved his hand dismissively. “Forget it all…I'm drunk off my ass. Shouldn't be thinkin’ of this shit…how wrong it all is…”
“My dear Raph, I hear you have been underestimating yourself.” Caius said, waltzing into the room. “Hello, by the way.”
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And just to finish it off...have some fanart!
Luvander/Niall
Jeannot/Kittens
Author: Glitnir_Gebo
Parings: None so far
Rating: PG 15+ to start off
Note: Part one is located here
At that moment Raphael leaned through the doorway. “Bastion, you two, be a bit louder, why don't you?” He noticed them best resting and rolled his eyes, muttering a string of obscenities.
Ace opened one eye to look at him. “At least our conversation consisted of more then groans...”
Raphael grimaced. “I am more well-articulated than either of you even during coitus, I'll have you know.”
“Not from what I've heard. And I don't mean gossip...I mean with my own two ears!”
Raphael sniffed back at him. “Then you clearly weren't listening properly. Or possibly didn't have the brain capacity to process multi-syllable words.”
“Not true.” Ace replied, slightly offended but rather used to it. “Al-co-hol. That's more then one syllable.”
“Of course.” Raphael rolled his eyes. “How silly of me. How about ‘vulgarity’ or ‘inbriated imbeciles’, do you know what means?”
“It's ‘inebriated’ and I prefer to call it ‘fun’.”
“Yes, you do appear to be having an absolute blast of it, sweetheart.” Raphael mocked.
“Bastion. That is not somethin' I need to open m'eyes to.” Compagnon said, peering up at Raphael standing over him in the doorway before slowly getting up. “I mean, Hullo Raph, you look cheery as a shitstorm in May.”
“I was very cheerful right up until the point when some idiots started shouting about beer and rats.”
“Metaphorical rats.” Compagnon pointed out. “We were very par-tic-ular about that.”
Ace silently sat on his bed, sulking.
“Well, metaphorical or even metaphysical, your rats still fail to avoid breaking my concentration.”
“Dreadfully sorry.” Compagnon said sarcastically. “Did we disrupt one of your sonnets? An ode to the kitchen table, and all the wonders thereof?”
“I was attempting to change my bandages without ripping my skin off,” Raphael gritted his teeth, “and you're not making it easier.”
Raphael turned his attention back to Ace. “As for you...I'd even go so far, in fact, as to say that you look in danger of fainting from pure, undiluted joy.”
Ace swore he could hear cats fighting behind that voice.
Compagnon raised his eyebrows and smiled widely. “Y'know, I think I prefer Ace'n'my version of joy to yours, frankly speaking.”
“Like it's my fault, you flea-ridden son of a dog-loving Ke-Han whore.”
Ace grinned at Raphael, feeling quite capable of defending himself. “Why don't you let me help you with that bandage, by way of apology?” he said, thinking ‘you bastard...’
“Oh, yes, how very kind of you. But I actually like my skin and would like someone competent in charge of it.”
Compagnon stifled and giggle and shrugged. “I know you don't mean it. I can see the gleam of love in your eyes ev'n now,” he said with a wink.
Raphael raised his eyebrows and smirked back at him. “Love can be very sharp and pointy, my foul-odoured friend. Just keep that in mind.”
“Nah, I like my love soft. With nice round...” Compagnon gestured, a bit exaggeratedly, “and, and eyes and good strong arms and... Also, also breasts. I mentioned those.” He gestured again just in case Raphael didn’t catch on.
“I've noticed, actually.” Raphael said, raising an eyebrow. “Just fucking pipe down, or I swear you'll have some pointy love before you know it.”
“I'm glad you have.” Compagnon continued, “But I'm not fond of the pointy love. That's all you, sugarcakes.”
“Breasts are…nice.” Adamo suddenly piped up from the doorway behind them, having snuck up quiet as a ninja.
Ace wondered why everyone was congregating in his bedroom.
“Why hello, Sergeant! We were talking about breasts!” Compagnon said, before turning back to Raphael.
Raphael grimaced. “Not so damn fond of it right now, honeymunchkin. And love includes punishment, sometimes.”
“I noticed.” Adamo said adding his two cents. “Breasts…More than a mouthful's a waste far's I'm concerned, though.” He propped himself up on the doorframe.
“Breasts are good. Nice round ones that fit perfectly in your hand...” Ace said, talking to himself mostly.
Adamo nodded in absentminded agreement.
“If you say so.” Raphael said to Ace, paying him zero attention.
Compagnon paused thoughtfully. “Like when my lady friend stole my clothes when I didn't comment on her hair rightly?”
Raphael laughed. “Exactly. Or me kicking your bony ass to the Cobalts and back for making enough noise for ten.”
“Ten what?” Compagnon asked, his drunk brain not keeping up. “Ten clothes?”
“People, idiot.” Adamo said, so find of calling him an idiot that it was almost a term of endearment.
Raphael sighed. “Why yes, of course that was what I meant, you daft fuck.” He tugged at a bit at bandage with a grimace. “Fuck me...”
“No thanks. Prefer not to get fileted.” Adamo replied, deadpan.
“Oh, yes, terribly funny. But for the record I should point out that Niall has not been fileted yet.” Raphael said, referring to his previous ‘relationship’ with the other not-Ivory airman.
“Only because Ivory was there too.” Adamo said, grinning lecherously, more then a little drunk.
“Why my dear, I thought you'd never ask!” Compagnon chimed in.
“I'd be delighted, my darling. You could even bring your lady friend. I'm sure Ivory wouldn't mind,” he added with a smirk.
“She'd be a bit too much for you, I think.” Compagnon said before remembering Ace was still there. “Ace. Ace. We ought to get you a woman.”
Adamo stretched and yawned. “Or a man, way things are headed…”
“What? Ace likes men? Hold on. We need to write this down. Like, a list.” Compagnon said strolling over to Ace’s desk.
“Well I don't know, actually…Still haven't figured that one out. He's an odd one, ain't he?”
Meanwhile Ace molded the shape of a woman in the air with his hands.
Raphael smiled widely. “I have a very good hand with women, I'll have you know.”
Adamo snickered at the mention of hands, his mind going straight to the gutter. “Of course you do…”
“Well, there is that. But still, he most definitely was involved in fucking-like activities with me.”
“Far's I know, it was with his consent. This wouldn't be.” Adamo continued.
Raphael rolled his eyes. “And that is why I have a better hand with ladies than most of you in the first place.”
“Oh, I'm good with ladies as well…Just…” Adamo sighed slightly. “Fuck, my favorite is when they use hands.” He tried to stop the blush from reaching his cheeks.
“Well, that's lovely to know, I'm sure.” Raphael grimaced slightly.
Ace decided that this was as good of time as any to try and fix his broken dart, and loudly sighed.
“Oi, Ace, are you still with us?” Raphael asked, sitting down on the edge of his bed. “You seem to be a bit... out of it.”
Ace eyed him warily.
“Ace? Hello? Volstov calling.” Raphael lifted Ace’s chin a bit to look into his eyes and look for signs of life.
“Well now you know which girls were my favorites.” Adamo said, winking and refusing to give up the conversation. “Hm, speaking of amazing hands… You know who's got nice hands?”
Ace continued to sit very still.
“I know a lot of people who have nice hands, although none of them are ladies, I'd have to say. Well, except for Balfour.” Raphael added teasingly.
Adamo continued. “Balfour…Fuck yeah…They were nice before, pretty…but now…fuck…Fuckin amazing is what it is…Agile, oddly, for metal.”
Raphael snorted with laughter. “The things you learn, hmm? Let me guess, you're a bit intoxicated as well?”
“A bit.” Adamo muttered, looking at Raphael hard. “Y'know, y'oughta let him try somethin on ya…It's quite nice…”
Raphael blinked back at him. “That was...unexpected. Usually, you're as jealous as I am.”
“Never said sexual.” Adamo said, his eyes saying it for him. “Anyway, it's diff’rent like this…”
“It's different like what? You've lost me now, Sarge.” Raphael said, looking confused.
“Never mind. Gavin'd kill me for even suggestin’ it…”
Raphael snorted. “You wouldn't believe it, but he's not the jealous one in this equation. He's just more violent.”
“Really?” Adamo said in disbelief.
”Yes, really.” Raphael said with a sigh. “I'm pathetically dependent, and therefore exceedingly jealous. Amazing I didn't strangle Niall.”
He turned back to Ace. “Ace? Honestly, you're starting to worry me,” he said, leaning a little closer. “Should we clear out? You don't seem to be feeling that well.”
Ace suddenly poked Raphael’s nose. “Beep.”
“Hey, Ace...you sure you should be drinking so much? You're getting a bit...strange.” Raphael said gently, genuinely starting to worry. Although he’d had had a bit to drink, in later days Ace would forever blame his weirdness on the sandwich.
Adamo seemed to remember whose room they were in. “You need help. Psychological help.” He looked to Raphael for confirmation that that was the right word.
Raphael sighed. “I think he needs Thoushalt,” he said quietly.
“Likely…Veeeery possible...Fuckin’ Ke-Han. Though the kid in charge now, I can't say nothin’ against. He's decent…”
“And my beautiful Natalia spread over their fields like so much manure...It's enough to make you fucking weep.” Raphael said, sighing again.
“Stasia's what kills me…Strong girl…and now…” Adamo punched the wall. “Fuck! It's not right!”
Raphael shook his head, looking back at Ace. “And now we're just as fucking messed-up as the girls, aren't we?”
Adamo exhaled in a sudden huff. “Its not fuckin’ right. Most of ya'ce lost everythin’. Why the hell…why'm I exempt?” he said, referring to his own dragon’s survival.
“Because you were smart enough to make use of the fuel you had left and hightail out of there? Nothing wrong with that.”
Adamo waved his hand dismissively. “Forget it all…I'm drunk off my ass. Shouldn't be thinkin’ of this shit…how wrong it all is…”
“My dear Raph, I hear you have been underestimating yourself.” Caius said, waltzing into the room. “Hello, by the way.”
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And just to finish it off...have some fanart!
Luvander/Niall
Jeannot/Kittens