Halo Fanfiction
MC/Arby
Fluffy Moments
Chapter 3
John sat inside his room on his bed. Thel was with him too. He had made John sit in his lap and had started drying his hair with the nearest clean towel he had found. John patiently sat in his lap, trying to keep still as Thel rubbed his hair dry. After a few minutes, Thel placed the towel on the back of a chair.
"Mhm," John mumbled to himself when he felt the nip of Thel's love bite on the back of his neck. He tensed when he felt him stop and hover around the base of his neck. He knew that Thel had seen the binary code that all Spartans had tattooed.
"What is that?" Thel questioned, although he could have made a good guess.
"It's the identification number all Spartans have," John explained. "They are permanently tattooed on various places." Nothing needed to be said. They just say there, nuzzling each other in the rare moments they had.
He was exhausted, after just coming back to base from a successful mission. He allowed himself to lean back into the Arbiter's arms and rest his eyes for a bit. Thel lifted him up a little and made him lie on the bed. The iron springs squeaked under the additional weight of Thel. He did not have the energy to walk all the way back to his room. He was as tired as the Chief and wanted a long rest too. And he let him stay. Honestly, John had grown fond of Thel since their "various" encounters with each other. He had grown accustomed to the warm body he awoke with every day.
The springs squeaked again and John felt Thel put an arm around him. Thel, since his species had no hair, was very intrigued by the Spartan's hair. He remembered when they had washed each other. The human had hair on top of his head, legs, arms, and from the middle of the ribcage down to the thick patch around the sexual organ.
"Is there a place where you don't have hair?" Thel asked.
"Not really."
Thel chuckled to himself and nuzzled against him.
John gradually opened his eyes. He rested them on Thel, trying to clear his blurry vision. He sat up and looked around the room. Nothing was happening; otherwise someone would have come in and woken them up.
What would it have been, John thought, if someone were to come in here and find the all mighty Arbiter and Master Chief sleeping together. There would have been a lot of gossip then.
Vision still blurry, John got up to his feet and stumbled around the room, trying to find his MJOLINOR suit. His legs knocked over a chair that made a loud tumbling noise. John cursed to himself and bent down to fix it up right.
"You are up," Thel said. He was clothed inside a leather fur coat. He wore that often, John noted, when he was not in his suit and alone with him. John only grunted in response and turned his back on him. He found the bottom half of his armor and put it on. By the time he found his second half, Thel was already suited for battle. They left the room together and went to the mess hall.