Disclaimer: Rooster Teeth owns RvB

Warning: male/male. Slash. Will be yaoi as goes further in. Non serious content inside. Oh COME ON, how much more warning do you need?

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The canyon was ominously silent. But then again, it WAS 1:30 in the morning, so there were no surprises there. Everyone was still sleeping. Everyone but Caboose, that is.

"Maybe... maybe I should not have taken a nap for the WHOLE day yesterday..." Caboose sighed loudly as he voiced his thoughts to himself.

He had ALREADY tried waking one of his teammates so he wouldn't be so BORED. It wasn't his fault the whitish blue Spartan had rolled off the bed. Or that Church then proceeded to get clonked in the head by his own alarm clock. OR that Church had also shouted in a pitch that could almost be accused girly. Hell, it was girly. But it was Caboose's fault that Church was mad. And that he deserved the bruise on his head and the hasty booting him out of Church's sleeping quarters.

After that incident, Caboose didn't even attempt to wake anyone else.

Instead, he headed up to the rooftops where he could see the dark sky. The night was still out, even though it was morning, which didn't help any to sate the confused Caboose.

That's when he saw it. The star.

"A wishing star!" The cobalt armored Spartan exclaimed excitedly. Closing his eyes, he made the first thought that came into his mind a wish, murmuring under his breath, "I wish everybody would like me."

That done, he drifted off to sleep on top of the roof. Relaxed and comforted by his wish. Not knowing exactly what sort of problems he had just wished upon himself.

Caboose woke with a start, jerking up to a sitting position in the predawn light. There, standing a few feet away from him, was one of his blue comrades. HE must've been the reason the sleeping Spartan had awoken.

"Tucker!" Caboose greeted, grinning.

"Caboose." Tucker replied, nodding his head. But his voice had sounded strained.

Tilting his head inquisitively to the side, Caboose asked, "Tucker? Are you going to cry?"

A grin cracked across the aquamarine haired Spartan's face. No one knew how it had started, but everyone just dyed their hair the color of their armor. They also didn't know how in the world it was possible, but the color of their eyes matched with their armor as well. That's when Caboose noticed that Tucker had taken off his helmet.

"No, I'm not gonna cry. Ya big lug." Tucker laughed slightly, sitting next to Caboose.

"Oh," Caboose let out a relieved sigh. He didn't know how to act with a crying soldier, "That's good."

There was a moment of comfortable silence before Tucker commented airily, "You know, Caboose, it's way better to see the sunrise with your helmet off..."

"Really?" The big dope gasped. Immediately a hiss of pressure sounded as he unlatched his own helmet, looking directly at the rising orb in the sky.

At which point his cobalt eyes widened and he yelped before squeezing them shut, "It hurt my eyes, Tucker!"

"You dummy!" Tucker was quick to rush to his side, hands clasped on either side of Caboose's head, "You weren't supposed to stare straight AT it!"

"You didn't tell me that." Caboose whined, pouting.

For some odd reason, Tucker found it really hard to look away from Caboose's pouting lips. As a matter of fact, the teal eyed soldier started to wonder what it would be like to kiss him. It didn't even occur to him that this was the strangest thought he had had today. Of course, the day had just started, but still...

"Are you going to make it better?" Caboose questioned, noticing Tucker's silence.

A grin spread quickly over the aquamarine haired soldier, "Yes Caboose. I'm gonna make it better."

Before he could chicken out of it, Tucker tightened his grip on Caboose's head before he pulled in for a kiss. The moment their lips touched, Caboose gasped, quickly shoving the teal armored soldier away. What had Tucker been thinking?

"That's not where it hurt." Caboose frowned, wondering if his comrade was trying to trick him.

"Oh. My bad." Tucker grinned sheepishly, "Can I try again?"

"Okay." Caboose smiled trustingly, allowing Tucker to get close again.

Now Tucker was not usually an idiot. Not usually. But right now, he couldn't help himself. Something was different with Caboose. Something that made Tucker want to... DO stuff with him...

Caboose's blue eyes were still shut, but they wouldn't be for long. Grinning devilishly, Tucker wrapped his arms around the strong soldier, pressing in for a kiss once more.

This time Caboose's eyes shot wide open. Tucker had missed again! He spluttered, trying to back away from his teal armored teammate. But said teammate, who was currently pressing heatedly against him, kissing him, merely followed Caboose step for step, not wanting to lose contact too soon.

Caboose didn't want to hurt his teammate. But what Tucker was doing to him seemed... wrong. Trying only to use a small bit of his strength, Caboose raised his two pointer fingers and shoved Tucker. Although, maybe he had shoved too much.

Tucker, disappointingly, found himself sprawled on the ground. He looked up at his delectable blue comrade, blinking before continuing to stare. Why was Caboose making him feel this way? He had liked the blue idiot before. But now... NOW it was WAY more than just LIKE...

Caboose looked at him warily, looking like a frightened bunny who would flee at any given moment, "Tuuuckkkerrr..." He said slowly, "Why did you do that?"

Tucker, thinking it better to remain half-sitting as he was since he didn't want to scare Caboose off, replied simply, "'Cause I wanted to."

He cursed the next instant, as Caboose fled anyways. Under his breath, Tucker cursed his dumb mouth once more, before thinking what his mouth had been doing just a few moments before. And what he wanted to do again. And more...

Caboose, on the other hand, was confused. After he had escaped from the rooftops, he found himself panting, though he had not run THAT fast. Pausing to catch his breath, the cobalt armored soldier then proceeded to walk calmly into the kitchen. Though he found himself backpeddling quickly back out, a growling Church in front of him forcing him to step back.

"Church," Caboose looked pleadingly at the whitish-blue armored soldier, "I am sorry I woke you this morning. I did not mean-"

"What? Didn't mean for me to have this bruise? Or this headache? Or that I couldn't even get back to sleep after you left?" Church growled, continuing to make the cobalt armored Spartan back up.

"I did not LEAVE." Caboose pointed out, "You KICKED me out."

Once again, the blue moron missed the main point. But that didn't matter. Church would make him pay. Caboose flinched as he felt the wall make contact with his back, halting his tracks. He waited silently, fearfully, for the punch that he knew would come. He heard a faintly recognizable sound. A hiss. The sound of pressure releasing as a part of the Spartan's armor detached.

Caboose's eyes flew open as he realized this. Church had taken his helmet off. And now he was... LOOKING at Caboose with a weird expression.

"Church..." Caboose tried again, "I am sorry."

"Caboose..." Church growled, placing an hand on either side of the blue moron, trapping Caboose between himself and the wall, "That's. Not. Good. Enough."

Tex walked calmly down the steps, humming as she held her battle rifle lovingly over her shoulder. She saw Caboose and Church, the latter pinning the former on the wall. No doubt Church was at Caboose's neck again. Honestly, could Caboose help that he was slower than average?

"Hey Caboose. Hey jackass." She chirped, striding past them into the kitchen.

"Hey bitch." Church replied nonchalantly, returning his attention towards the blue moron before him.

'Tex... does not seem to be acting differently...' The normally slow brain of the blue registered the thought hours before it should have, 'Maybe... maybe she could... HELP...?'

"TEX..." Caboose said slowly, eyes flickering between Church before him and the retreating back of the green armored mercenary. But that was as far as he got before he found a second mouth over his own. Wait, he should not have a second mouth. That's when he realized it was Church's own mouth that was over his. KISSING him. Just like Tucker had done on the roof.

Panicking, the strong Blue shoved against his revered teammate's chest, eliciting another growl from the whitish-blue Spartan who stumbled back.

Tex raised a brow. Had she seen... what she THOUGHT she had seen? Not sure she wanted to know, Tex continued farther into the kitchen, intent on getting some coffee before she went out to patrol.

Church frowned. What was he thinking? Had he just... kissed Caboose! And had it felt... extremely good? Moreso than it should ever feel? Yes, yes it had. And suddenly the whitish blue haired Spartan found himself wanting more.

"Chuuuurrrchhh..." A very worried looking Caboose said slowly, eyes darting around and checking where his escape routes were. He had found he was very good at running when he wanted to. Running time always, which he scheduled and sometimes did not, always gave him time to practice and get faster.

Before Caboose could make his next move, Church lunged and pinned the cobalt armored Spartan to the wall once more, this time with more force. His hungry mouth feasted on Caboose's surprised ones as if they had been starved for days. Weeks. Months. Well, considering he had broken up with Tex in that amount of time, it sort of made sense. But that he was taking it from his moronic follower was... surprisng to say the least.

'I'm not gay.' Church frowned, even as he continued to devour the lips of the innocent Caboose trapped before him, 'I'm just... sexually deprived. Yeah, that's it.'

Tex raised her brow and quickly downed all of her coffee, pivoting on her heel to hastely depart.

Seeing his one salvation leaving, Caboose's blue eyes widened before he managed to shove Church off again, spluttering even as he dashed after the green mercenary, "Tex! WAIT! I'll patrol WITH you!"

Normally, Tex would have turned him down. Bluntly. But seeing as how the poor guy seemed to be having some trouble with her jackass ex-boyfriend, the green Spartan conceded with a short nod of the head.

Church growled as he saw his prey escaping. And with that bitch of his ex-girlfriend at that. It would be hard to get Caboose while SHE was with him. But he was determined to find a way.

"Hey, uh, where's Caboose?" Tucker asked nonchalantly as he came down from the roof, his head looking this way and that.

"Patrolling with the green bitch." Church said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the teal armored Spartan, "Why do you wanna know?"

"Oh, just because... uh, Oh, because he left his helmet." Tucker quickly thought up, raising said cobalt helmet in his hands.

As an awkward silence descended, Tucker shifted uncomfortably. Church was just staring hard at the door, thinking about something.

"Hey. Did you notice anything... well, strange about Caboose this morning?" Tucker asked curiously, hands fidgeting with the forgotten Blue's helmet.

"...No... not really." Church lied. He only wanted to ravage him, after all.

There was an even longer silence.

Church suddenly said, "You know what? I suddenly feel like patrolling."

"Really? So do I." Tucker added quickly.

Before either of them could blink, they were out the door.

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-shrugs- If ppl like it, I guess I'll continue.