Disclaimer: I do not own RvB
A/N: Oh yeah, and uh... well, he wished that everyone would LIKE him, right? -grins- I guess you could say Tex never had the slightest bit of kindness for the blue genius. So... his wish made her be able to tolerate him. If ppl want her to like him more than that, just say the word.
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Realizing it was the pink armored Spartan, Caboose hastily stood, stumbling over his apology, "I-I'm sorry. Normally, I would never run over a lady."
"For the last time-" Donut stopped his rant before he even began. Maybe he could milk this misunderstanding of the blue moron's. Might as well get something good out of the whole mess, after all.
"I think I broke something. Carry me?" Donut asked, arms reaching towards the Blue.
"Of course." Caboose replied without hesitation, stooping to a knee before he came up with the pink Spartan in his arms.
As he felt Caboose's muscled arms and torso hold him close, Donut just about stopped breathing. If only he didn't have his armor on. If only...
"-said where should I put you?" Caboose repeated, catching the distracted Red's attention, "Although, if its the Red base you want to go to, I am sorry to say I cannot take you there. Church does not want me going over there unless he tells me to." Leaning in closer, the Blue added in a stage whisper, "Personally, I think it is because he does not LIKE you Reds."
But the pink armored Spartan had grown rigid at the closeness of his face. As a matter of fact, the Red didn't even look like he was breathing.
Panicking, Caboose dropped the Red, which only caused Donut to splutter and gasp at the sudden impact with the ground. Dropping to his knees, Caboose leaned over the Red, worried cobalt eyes searching Donut's helmeted ones, "Are you okay? Can. You. Hear. Me? Can you breath? Hello? HELLO?"
Yanking his helmet off, Donut's narrowed pink eyes looked up at the Spartan above him, "I can't believe you just DI-" Then he froze.
The Red took a moment to take in the situation. Here he was, lying on the ground on his back. And the Blue, the extremely hot one, was leaning over him precariously. Why, if he was to suddenly lose balance of his right arm, he just might collapse on top of poor Donut.
This thought was immediately followed by Donut's elbow 'accidentaly' bumping onto Caboose's wrist. With a gasp, the Blue helplessly fell on top of the 'unfortunate' Red. His gasp was followed by Donut's own gasp, though his wasn't inspired by surprise, but rather lust.
Caboose spluttered in embarrasment, "I-I am SO sor-"
His apology was interrupted quite suddenly. With a feeling Caboose felt he was getting all too familiar with. Back at bootcamp, Caboose had run into this problem before. He didn't quite understand why, but a few of the men were always telling him to practice this technique with them. In case he was ever captured by the enemy and they tried to torture him. As the Blue felt Donut's tongue start to invade his mouth, he instantly retaliated.
Caboose retaliated by shoving his own tongue into the Red's mouth.
Donut gasped at the sudden intrusion. He hadn't known Caboose would respond like THAT. The Blue's tongue was currently roaming within his mouth, swiveling around his own tongue. Caboose heard the moan that escaped the Red and grinned, shooting up to his feet as he declared proudly, "I win."
That said, the Blue darted off in search of his teammates.
Crouched behind bushes a couple feet away, Church turned to Tucker with a surprised gaze, "Did you SEE that?"
"How could I not?" Tucker gaped in awe, his eyes darting to the Red currently dumbstruck on the ground before targeting the back of the fleeing Blue.
"I don't know 'bout you, but I'm fuckin' turned on right now." Church commented airily, his gaze wandering a bit before honing in on Tucker's teal eyes.
Tucker blinked, cocking his head a little to the side as he tried to digest exactly what Church was saying. After a few more moments of bluish-white eyes staring into his own teal ones, Tucker just voiced his thinking aloud, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Church sighed loudly in exasperration. Just how many morons was he expected to put up with? With a growl, he pounced on the surprised teal-armored spartan, his quick hands jabbing at all the pressure locks to the suit as he hissed, "I'm TRYING to say I am horny as hell and YOU just happen to be here."
Taking note of the pieces of armor that were quickly falling off his form, Tucker tried to squirm away from the bundle of raging hormones that was Church, "Uhhh... dude. I am so not cool with this."
"Shut it, dickwad, and hold still so I can fuck you senseless." Church snapped back, taking off his own armor.
Tucker blinked. Never in a million years had he thought he'd be seeing Church hot, naked, and ready. For him.
That's it. This either had to a dream. Or Church was totally out of his mind.
"This is so not happening. This is NOT happening. SO NOT happening." Tucker repeated to himself over and over as he slowly backed away. Remembering that he was naked now, and cursing the fact that he never wore the undersuit armor, the teal armored soldier made a mad grab for his armor.
But there was a hunter's glint to Church's eyes now. The sight of Caboose had stirred something unquenchable inside of him. And the only way he could react was in the same way he had responded in situations throughout his life. He had to look out for number one. In short, he had had to get what he wanted. And right now, he wanted to fuck something. Tucker just happened to graciously volunteer by his mere presence.
Finally noting his teammate's attempt at an early and hasty departure, Church lunged forward and tackled the Spartan.
"Not so fast, Tucker." Church growled, trapping the teal armored Spartan to his chest.
Tucker shivered at the sensation of his bare back pressed against Church's, likewise, bare chest. Aiming a glare over his shoulder, Tucker argued aloud, "We're supposed to be partrolling, remember? Pa-tro-l-GAAAHH!"
Tucker arched back as Church's thumb flicked his exposed nipples. Grinning devilishly, the whitish-blue Spartan leaned forward to state calmly in throaty tones, "That's not what you really want to be doing, now is it?"
Blinking, Tucker tried to slow his rapidly beating heart. Swallowing deeply, the teal-haired Spartan replied slowly, "N...no. I mean- YES. Yes it is!"
But it was too late. Church wouldn't take any call backs. Nuzzling the side of Tucker's throat, Church let one of his hands explore Tucker's chest while the other headed down south.
"Holy... fuckin'... christ." A shocked beyond belief Griff stated as he walked in on the scene.
He had to admit, for enemies, they looked pretty hot when they were naked and touching eachother. Then again, that might just be because he had been seriously turned on a few moments ago by the Blue's dumbest teammate.
"Gah! Holy-mother-of-god!" Tucker babbled, jumping at the intrusion of a Red.
A Red currently holding a weapon. A Red who had walked into both Church and Tucker. Both naked. And unarmed.
Church could care less.
But Tucker shoved his leader away so hard Church could only growl in frustration. Oh well. It hadn't been the same, anyway. He'd rather have been touching his other moronic blue teammate anyways.
Irritated now, Church snapped at Griff, "Whaddaya want, ya damn Red."
As Church and Tucker dressed, Griff replied conversationally, "Oh. Well, I was just wondering where that half naked teamma-"
"Half-NAKED!" Both Church and Tucker whirled to face Griff, eyes wide.
"Technically... Not really." Griff answered, much to the disappointment of the two Blues, "But he does have his helmet and his torso armor off."
Tucker was practically salivating. And Church was not far off.
"Good enough for me." Church growled, jerking his armor back on before stalking off.
"H-Hey, where are you going!" Tucker asked. Though Church had sort of jumped him a few moments ago, Tucker didn't feel like staying alone with one of the enemy.
Shifting his battle rifled in his arms, Griff took off after them, exclaiming, "So do you know where he is or not?"
;-;
At the sight of his female teammate, Caboose grinned widely, "Tex! THERE you are!"
"WHERE have you been?" Tex demanded, her foot planted on a stunned and groaning Simmons.
Caboose's expression turned as serious as it could get as he explained slowly, "Why, I was looking for you Tex, of course."
Sighing in defeat, Tex paused as she looked her blue armored teammate over, "Caboose... What happened to your chest plate armor?"
She had never thought Caboose would look so... well, so good-looking under all that armor. Frankly, she had been picturing a buck-toothed, red-necked, football player-type doofus. But no. This was just an extremely hot, blue haired, blue eyed, well-built doofus.
Scrunching up his face, Caboose said slowly, his gaze turned upwards in thought, "I... VAGUELY remember... one of the Reds took it off. I think. Though right now I am not really sure."
"Uh...huh." Tex replied slowly, "Whatever. Just... try not to lose all of your armor. That ex-boybastard of mine was supposed to order a replacement shipment a couple months ago. Which, knowing Church, means that we won't be getting it for a good three years at least. And that doesn't even include the shipping."
Caboose had lost interest after the first few words, so when he caught Tex glaring at him, he asked innocently, "What did you say?"
"I SAID: try not to lose all of your armor." Tex repeated, knowing she had to shorten things up for her teammate, swearing that he must have A.D.D. or something.
"Oh, but I do not LOSE them." Caboose corrected with a smile, "Everyone just keeps taking them FROM me." He paused to count off on his fingers, "First... Tucker took my helmet. THEN... the pee-colored one took my chestplate armor-"
"HEY. I am NOT pee-colored." Griff growled in indignation. Then, spotting Simmons pinned to the ground by Tex, he added, "I may not like that kiss-ass, but he's still Red. And I say you should take that Blue foot off him right now."
"In case you haven't noticed, dumbass, this foot is green. I'm not a Blue, I'm a mercenary, got that?" Tex growled back, adding, "And secondly, what are you gonna do about it?"
Griff just shrugged, "Eh, I dunno. It just had to be said."
"Look, its Church and Tucker!" Caboose exclaimed, "Hello Church and Tucker!"
Where, normally, Church would have told Caboose to just shut up, the whitish-blue Spartan surprised him by replying with a, "Hey, Caboose."
"Hello Caboose." Tucker chirped back.
Since Caboose considered Church his best friend, and was pleased whenever Church was pleased, he found himself smiling. Had he just made Church happy?
Frowning, Tex took in the situation. Caboose kept losing his armor. She had caught Church kissing Caboose this morning. And now...
Now it looked like the three conscious Spartans there were eyeing Caboose like they had been on a strict vegitarian diet for weeks and he was a slab of steak. For a normally, thickheaded person, it was surprising when she noted that even he seemed to notice the slight tension in the air.
"Have I missed running time?" The Blue asked Tex, his glance nervously darting between the four of them, at Simmons on the ground, then back at her.
Narrowing her eyes, Tex replied, "Uh... I actually think it may be just beginning, Caboose."