I do not own Red vs. Blue. Rooster Teeth has that. I do own this storyline.
Title: Yearning for Freedom
Rated: M
Summary: O'Malley has fun with Caboose, who reacts in a way, not even the AI could've predicted.
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Tucker sprawled out on his back in front of the Blue base. He had taken a walk around the canyon absentmindedly, thinking about the given predicaments of the past week. That O'Malley character sure was something. Making even the most innocent person they knew, that all too familiar blond, act like a total ass. Tucker thought it was cute how Church was concerned about him and all but still. It was Caboose. When had anything bad ever happened to Caboose? He always bounced right back. The teal soldier removed his helmet allowing is jaw length mop of shaggy brown hair shake loose. His hair nearly matched his skin tone, the only change in color was his fluorescent aqua eyes, and the dull neutral color that surrounded them suddenly seemed so colorful. He sighed looking back up to the sky. No one had attempted to contact him so he inferred that he wasn't missed. Then again, why did he care? Church was always such a dick, and Caboose had been unstable for the past week or so. The Reds hadn't shown up. So, he wasn't missed. It did hurt to know that, even though he cared for his team who had been his only thing even close to call family or friends, they probably didn't return the feelings.
Oh well.... Tucker closed his eyes and slowly smiled, drifting off to sleep in the increasing shadow of the base as the sun set over the canyon walls.
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"Donut! Get yer ass over here!" Sarge shouted to the corridor to his left.
"What?" Came the answer.
"What in Sam Hell did you do to my armour?!" The Red Sergeant's voice became enraged.
"It needed some new paint!" The pink private came prancing into view of the Sergeant.
"So you painted the unicorns and...What the hell are these? Some kinder wheel?" He stared down at the armour, helmet in front of his face, inspecting the paint, reddish eyes intense and focused.
"Unicorns and donuts!" Donut's white hair dancing playfully in front of his face, which exhibited the look of a five year old presenting an Aced test to his mother.
"Yea....erm.....Donuts- What?!?!" Sarge transferred the burning glare from the helmet to the pink soldier. Disgusted he threw the helmet to the ground with a echoing clunk, and quickly stripped down to his red boxers, allowing his bulging muscular figure to feel the warm air of the base. He was easily forty, but still had such a great body, and he still had hair. It was short, and spiky. Light gray, yet had a red shine to it; a trait Donut, nor anyone in the base had ever seen before in hair. Sarge though, just stared angrily at Donut.
"Scrub it off!" He kicked the helmet into Franklin's shins, the MJOLNIR contact clunking and resonating off the walls, reminding the two of the absence of Grif and Simmons.
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O'Malley lurked in the shadows watching his prey continue, paranoid. The AI smirked evilly at his progress. He shifted from his spot of the ledge high above, to right in fron of the private.
"Hello Michael." Caboose stared, horrified into the burning yellow eyes. He fell to the round sputtering, small dribbles of blood trickling down the sides of his mouth. O'Malley laughed, and kicked him sharply in the side, chipping the armour. Caboose yelped; a sound O'Malley would never tire of. He picked Caboose off the ground by the scruff piece and gobbled up the younger's mouth, forcing a kiss. The first few times were difficult and full of struggling, but this time was the first time Caboose did nothing to resist. The AI pulled away, foreheads resting against the other, just for a second to reward the boy for cooperating.
"Good boy." Caboose hung there, feet dangling, unmoving. And O'Malley reached back, forcing his slippery tongue into Caboose's mouth, swirling it around the dead fleshy muscle of its owner. Then there was a quiver of strength in the Private's tongue. It awoke and met the intruder's soft mouth. O'Malley shuddered at the courage. And pushed back over for dominance of the situation, feeling almost threatened of such a display, from such a person. He dropped Caboose back to the ground, not breaking the kiss, and fell on top of him, biting the Private's lip through his smirk in the process. Caboose yelped into the AI's mouth, and O'Malley returned more ferociously, with teeth and claws beared. There and then, in Caboose's mind, neither of then had the MJOLNIR armour, allowing their flesh to be exposed. Caboose's shirt was soon ripped to pieces by the stronger's abormally sharp nails, and the skin underneath was sliced and actively bleeding. Bite marks covered Caboose's face and neck. And O'Malley was enjoyign every second of it. He admitted he got fired up when Caboose actually responded without resisting. He actually started to bite back. O'Malley now stood over his prey, triumphant. Caboose lay there, red with bites and blood, panting. With a smirk and a laugh, O'Malley left Caboose there.
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There's chapter two. Hope you liked it, whatever readers i currently have.
