Disclaimer: Rooster Teeth owns 'em. I just play.

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No more than ten minutes later Tex was grinding her teeth inside her helmet. Why oh WHY did she bring Caboose with her again? Oh yeah, 'cause her horny ex-boybastard had been coming on to him. Which is something Tex still found hard to understand. When SHE had been with him, Church had come across as totally straight. Either that, or he had been in full front denial.

Tex shrugged. Oh well. She didn't know why, but instead of feeling like killing her teammate, she instead only steamed slightly at his annoying chatter. Before last night, she was sure she would've just shot him in the back and left him there.

"-and then, in boot camp, we were all playing this game. I did not QUITE understand it, but I wanted to play too. So they had me take off-"

"You know what, Caboose," Tex interrupted with a fake laugh. A laugh which she abruptly stopped as she turned and lifted him by his chestplate, "I think that's enough talking now."

"Okay, Tex." Caboose complied happily, before he caught himself, "Oh wait, I am sorry Tex. I did not mean to talk just then. I will try harder not to talk."

"Good." She growled, turning around and walking once more.

As the cobalt Spartan caught up, he grinned.He had never spent this much time with Tex without her knocking him unconscious or trying to lose him by screaming and running off. Maybe his wish this morning had come true after all. Maybe everyone DID like him now. This thought only made him grin wider.

Ten seconds later.

"Have I done a good job not talking, Tex?"

"Yes, Caboose. A very good job." Tex replied absentmindedly, scoping the brush around them.

Ten minutes later.

"How about now?"

"YES, Caboose."

Thirty minutes later...

"For the twelve-hundredth TIME CABOOSE," Tex had him by his shoulders, shaking him. If he could see her face, he would comment about how it was purple and how it should not be purple because she wasn't O'Mally. But he couldn't so he didn't. Tex continued, "You WERE doing a good job NOT talking. But NOT ANYMORE."

Caboose drooped at that, pointing out sadly, "But I... only talked to ask you if I was doing a good job not talking."

With an exasperrated sigh, Tex turned around, "You did a good job Caboose. You can talk now."

Caboose brightened, "Okay. Now I get to say hello."

"What are you talk-" Tex started to say as she turned around. She froze at what she saw.

"Hello, Red." Caboose waved happily, "What are you doing here?"

"This is at the edge of our territory, Bluetard." Simmons growled, "What are YOU doing here?"

"Oh, we are just patrol-"

"Caboose! Don't talk to the enemy!" Tex berated, bring her sniper rifle to her sights.

Simmons yelped as he barely dodged her shot. From behind a rock, another Red fired, shouting, "Take that, Blues!"

Tex rolled behind a huge boulder, peeking over only to groan in disbelief. Caboose was still standing out there, looking from the Reds to her behind the rock.

"Is it shooting time?" He whispered loudly to her. Tex rolled her eyes.

"YES, Caboose. Now come over here before you get SHOT." She hissed.

"Okay."

Okay. Now normally, Caboose would say he was very good with directions. He was very proud of the way he could find his room in their big base. But somehow... SOMEHOW... he had been able to get lost in the mostly barren part of the place they had been trapped in. He spun around, his voice wary, "TEX...? Tex, where did you go?"

Said Spartan was currently under fire behind the big boulder, wondering where the FUCK her moronic blue partner had run off to.

Griff stepped up from behind a cluster of vegitation, battle rifle raised, "Where ya running off to?"

"Oh, hello." Caboose turned to meet the Red, a smile to his voice, "I got lost. And I was wondering if you could tell me where to find my teammate so I could join in on the shooting time."

The orange Spartan could only raise his brow, "What the fuck?"

"Maybe you do not recognize me," Caboose said, promptly locking his blue gaze onto Griff's, "I am one of the Blues. My name is Caboose. I was wondering if you could help me-"

The instant those blue eyes focused on him, Griff just about died right there. Gaping, he clutched at his throat and fell to the ground, trying to get his lungs to start working again. Quickly, Caboose rushed to the fallen Red's side, on his knees as he touched Griff's shoulder, "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

At the sight of Caboose so close, Griff nearly choked again. Instead, he gasped, "My helmet... take it off..."

Caboose instantly complied, placing the helmet carefully beside its owner. Looking back into those golden eyes, Caboose inquired, "Is that better?"

Griff didn't waste any time. Lunging forward, he toppled the blue behemoth over, plastering a hot kiss right on Caboose's lips. Caboose stiffened, not knowing what had come over the Red. Abruptly ending the kiss, Griff smirked, "I'm starting to feel better..."

"I... am suddenly NOT feeling so well..." Caboose shifted in Griff's arms, "Could you let me-"

Before he could finish, Griff was pressing in for a kiss once more. Some tongue action was called for since Caboose's mouth had been slightly open as Griff invaded his space once more. The Red wanted to touch the Spartan. Griff momentarily wondered if maybe this was wrong. He was a guy, after all. And he WAS a blue. Hell, he didn't care. He just wanted to fuck him.

When Griff went up for air, Caboose was looking at him with a very confused gaze. Before the blue could say anything, Griff's wandering fingers found the release for the upper plate armor. With a faint 'hiss', the blue's armor clanked to the ground, exposing a thin black material stretched over Caboose's well-endowed chest muscles.

"Good God..." Griff gasped in awe as his hands snaked forward to trace over the muscles.

Caboose immediately stepped back, "I do not know what you are doing... but I would like to go back to my teammate now..."

"Hell... I'LL be your teammate..." Griff replied slowly.

Caboose sighed, shaking his head, "THAT would not work. You are a RE-"

Griff closed the space between them once more, his arms yanking the blue against him. Caboose blinked, finding the orange-headed soldier bringing their bodies closer. Warily, he said, "What are you-"

But Griff interrupted the blue yet again, "God... You are so HOT..."

He plunged his mouth on top of the blue's, his hands roaming freely over the blue's tensed shoulder blades and back. Caboose gasped at the strange sensations Griff's hands brought to him. It slightly tickled. Laughing into the kiss, Caboose arched his back in an attempt to escape the hands. This movement only made the orange Spartan gasp as he broke the kiss, feeling all his heat draining to a certain area of his anatomy, "S-shit..." Griff exhaled shakily. He was losing all thought. And fast.

Caboose took this as his chance to pry his body away from the Red's groping hands. Without a glance back, Caboose darted off, "I think I shall find my teammate myself."

Griff cursed as the Blue escaped, leaving him with a straining hard on and a feeling of unfulfillment.

Finally looking back as he ran, Caboose realized the orange Spartan wasn't chasing after him. He couldn't even see anyone behind him. But then again, that didn't mean there wasn't anyone in FRONT of him.

Donut had been heading towards Simmons to give him the backup he had radioed for when he suddenly found a blue blur running into him.

"GAH!" Donut cried out as he knocked hard into Caboose and fell onto his back.

The Blue, likewise, was startled to find himself tangled on top of the Red beneath him.

"You should watch where you are going." He chastised lightly.

"I should! WHAT about you, ya moron!" Donut rebutted, glaring.

That's when he noticed Caboose's mesmerizing blue eyes. Donut gaped. He noticed that the Blue was also missing the top part of his armor. All that covered Caboose's chest was a tightly stretched black material. Something which hugged closely to Caboose's very masculine chest. Donut didn't even notice he was drooling.

"You should not shout when we are so close." Caboose frowned, "THAT does not feel very good."

Donut could only grin. Oh, HE was gonna make the Blue feel something alright...