"But, Randy- What would people think?"

"Does it matter what they say?" Randy had Andrew pressed up against a wall, lips mere inches away from his. "I could take you away from what they would say, if you wanted… I could give you anything you wanted if you would just say yes."

"You could give me anything I wanted? Even something impossible?" Andrew wasn't actually doing much to escape his current situation.

"Haven't I always done whatever you asked?" Randy pressed just a touch closer, lips brushing against Andrew's just a whisper's amount. "Just ask, Andy."

"You. I want you, pl-" He didn't even get to finish before Randy was jerking him into a rough, hard, demanding kiss, pressing them close together and leaving no space between them. Andrew pressed back, his hands clutching Randy's shirt as the two were chest to chest.

The younger teen was pressed up hard against the stone wall, the kiss breaking in order for Randy to bite at that oh so sensitive ear tip, jerking it just enough to cause a slight sting. Beneath him, Andrew quietly mewled and squirmed, his hands pulling at the shirt tighter. "Randy."

"Ssh, don't worry, Andy, don't worry, I'll take care of you," Randy cooed, trailing the kisses and bites down lower, teeth sinking in right at the weakest point of the neck. Andrew gave a shaky little moan, his legs trembling as he used the wall to support himself. "Just leave everything to me. Haven't I always taken care of you, after all?" Randy pressed himself closer to the younger, shifting in a way that had him feeling sensations he had never before felt.

"Ah- Randy, please, I need you so badly- I've never needed anything this badly. Please, Randy, give yourself to me."

"Ssh, it's alright, Andy, it's alright." Randy's voice was soft and warm, another heated kiss shared between them as sharp tugs were given to Andrew's pants. "I'll take care of you. I'll give you every single bit of me." Just as he heard the rustle of pants falling down, Randy was jerking awake with a short gasp, eyes wide and blush very bright on his face.

A long silence in the room, Randy covering his mouth as the blush got worse. "Nooo." Andrew grumbled from the bed above him, the mattress creaking as he flopped over. Randy dragged his pillow over his face, curling up and hoping he would smother to death.

He was used to dreams about Andrew, after realizing his feelings, but that… that had been… something. And just the knowledge that the teen was sleeping in the bed above him, completely oblivious and not at all reciprocating...

It was a mixture of pain, hopelessness, self-loathing, and embarrassment all wrapped up into one lovely package and letting him know he was a goddamn- Groaning again, Randy curled up even more. Maybe if he was lucky he would die on his next mission… that would be nice- God, the kid was four years younger than him. And he was only eighteen!

"Randy, I swear to God, if you don't shut up, I'm going to get violent." There was another bout of silence before Randy was speaking.

"Kill me with a knife." A pause. "Serious- I'm serious. Completely serious- Just. Stab me. You don't even have to kill me, just hurt me." A pillow was thrown down at him. "Not what I meant."

::

"What were you even dreaming about, last night?"

Randy's immediate response was a high-pitched laugh. "What? Me? Dreaming? I don't dream- Do I dream? I don't even know. Know what, I probably forgot- Yes, actually, I'm forgetting that I need to go… help… the nurse! Stock things, you know, always using bandages." With that, Randy was quickly trying to scramble away.

Andrew followed after him easily, shaking his head. "Well, you were making all sorts of noise over something."

"I what?!" Randy's voice got even more high-pitched, bright red blush spreading over his face. "I- Ah- What- What kind of- What?"

Andrew shrugged, his nose wrinkled. "I dunno. Noises."

"Nightmare," Randy blurted. "Really… really bad nightmare. With, um, someone… using my guns against me. Yes. It- Terrible. Just horrible."

"Huh. Weird. Usually you're thrashing and flailing with nightmares. What do you have to help the nurse with?"

"H-Heh, am I? And I'm helping, um… change the bedspreads." Okay, Randy was panicked he had no clue what he had said earlier.

"Think we can train, later? I feel like I need to… do something, you know?" There was a sudden startled noise from Randy, who was flushed from ear tips to shoulders as he stumbled in his steps.

"Su- Ah- Mm. There- Wow." He was going to hell.

"Are you okay? You look sick."

"Do I? Must be. Yeah, that would explain the weird nightmare, and all my- Yeah. Totally. I'll just- Yeah. I'll see the nurse about that right now. This second."

"Mm... Okay. I'll go wait in our room. Then if you're okay, we can train."

"Mhm. Okay. Yes. Right. Got it." Randy was heading off to the nurse, looking ready to curl up into a ball and die. "Maybe visit the Chapel, later, too..." He didn't even believe in God and he felt like he had to pray for forgiveness.

"Love you," Andrew called to him.

"Love you too," Randy whined, looking broken.

::

"Just… put it in there!" That was what Randy came back to hear Andrew grumble. The teen was trying to arrange his knives and fit them all in his pouch that he carried. Although he might have been startled to see Randy near break the door down, looking a mix between horribly embarrassed and horribly protective. "Uh... Randy?"

Randy blinked, not seeing anyone and… oh. Knives- Oh. "...I, uh, thought I saw… a bug go in under the door."

"Oh, okay. Hey, are you thinking about training?" Hm, let's see, close quarters with Andrew with sarcastic comments being thrown at each other and lots of touching.

"Definitely."

"Oh, I'm coming!"

"...We're going to the Chapel first. I need to bathe in holy water and beg for forgiveness." Randy was so going to hell.

Andrew gave a small tug to the collar, getting Randy's attention as he frowned. "Randy, are you okay? You seem really..."

Don't push Andrew up against the wall and kiss him senseless. Don't push Andrew up against the wall and utterly ravage him. Don't confess to the kid who's supposed to be your kid brother. "What? No? I'm fine. Just, you know, sick. Yep. Just a bit of a cold. Perfectly fine. Ish."

"Are you sure?" The way his lip stuck out when he was frowning in a bit of a pout, he looked almost ten. Which made Randy feel worse.

"I'm fine- Or, uh, will be. Promise. Just a passing bug." Please, God, let these feelings be temporary. "Didn't you say something about training?"

Andrew nodded. "So long as you promise. Yeah. Come on."

Randy followed after him, the two getting to the training room before Randy was realizing that training with Andrew was probably a really fucking bad idea that day… goddammit he was an idiot. "Weapons, or hand-to-hand?"

"Weapons." Hand-to-hand would end well for no one. At all. "Definitely weapons."

"Mmkay. You're gonna use BBs, right?" It didn't help anyone when a member got hurt in training.

"As if I'd ever use real bullets on you," Randy rolled his eyes, already changing out the bullets for practice ones. Andrew nodded, sliding the plastic covers over his knives.

"You ready?"

"To beat you? Of course."

"You're going down."

...Dammit.