A/N: Yet another just dialogue one. I'm really having fun with these. Oh, and I think I'm going to call this my Wanna Fuck series. Yup, that sounds good. Unfortunately, I think this is the shortest one, but I still love it. And Donut has the best quote ever. I'm sure you guys can pick it out. :D
Genre: Generally Humorous, and slight Romance
Rating: Oh, I'd say M for mentions of the usual
Pairing: Donut/Sarge
Summary: They're alone at the base. That should say enough on its own, especially when one decides to make his superior question himself.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, language, slash,
Disclaimer: All belonging to the amazing minds at Rooster Teeth. I just am in the possession of all this time on my hands that I don't use for school work. Or sleeping. (Go nocturnal insomnia!)

Bothering a Superior

Donut: Hello, sir!

Sarge: Wha'd ya want, Princess?

Donut: Jus' wanted to say hi. So, it's just you and me. Here, alone. Grif and Simmons are out on patrol. We're here, on watch. Together.

Sarge: Ya done yet, Pinky?

Donut: So, what's up, sir? We never get to hang out together. You know, just the two of us. The weather's nice today.

Sarge: Ya goin' anywhere with this, son?

Donut: I'm just sayin' that we're alone. Together. Nobody but us.

Sarge: What're ya gittin' at there, boy?

Donut: It's just, you know, it gets lonely out here sometimes. I mean, we're in a box canyon. Same people, same thing day in and day out. Gets boring and lonely. We need to spice things up around here.

Sarge: We could kill Grif an' mutilate his carcass as a warnin' ta the' Blues.

Donut: Naw, I mean something…more fun. And physical.

Sarge: What d'ya mean by that?

Donut: Well, since we're alone and they won't be back for hours, I was thinking…

Sarge: Spit it out already, boy.

Donut: Wanna fuck?

Sarge: …What?

Donut: Wanna fuck?

Sarge: Son, I don't think I'm hearin' ya correctly. Did ya just ask if-?

Donut: Yup. So, do you wanna? It'd be fun. I'm really good. And you can top, if you want. You are my superior. Or I can, if you'd prefer to be bottom.

Sarge: …Boy, I…I don't think I know how ta answer that…

Donut: Actions are louder than words. But not louder than screams.

Sarge: …Boy, I'm not queer.

Donut: Have you ever had sex with another man?

Sarge: No!

Donut: Then how do you know for sure?

Sarge: Because…I, eh…I jus' do, boy. That's how.

Donut: That's not real proof. You just believe you're straight. You don't know for sure.

Sarge: Don't question your superior.

Donut: Oh, come one, sir. It'll be fun, I promise.

Sarge: Boy, I already said n-

Donut: You could pretend I'm Simmons.

Sarge: …What? He's a son ta me an' nothin' more!

Donut: Well, then imagine Grif.

Sarge: …I think I need ta bleach my brain now…

Donut: Really? I always thought you had a little crush on him. Ah, well. You guys would've made a cute couple.

Sarge: What! Never-

Donut: So, then, wanna fuck? I'm blonde, so therefore I know how to have a good time. And no matter what Grif and Simmons say, I'm not a slut. I just have sex a lot. With a lot of different people. Who I'm not in a long-term relationship with. Nothing's wrong with that.

Sarge: Uh…

Donut: I'm not a whore! And I don't work the corner every Saturday!

Sarge: I, I never said ya did…

Donut: Grif's so mean. And all I ever am to him is nice…

Sarge: Calm down there, princess.

Donut: Right. Yeah, okay. I'm better. So, wanna fuck?

Sarge: Damn it, boy. For the last time, I-

Donut: It'll make Grif really mad.

Sarge: …Git naked.