Pairings/Characters (for this chapter): Tenpou's reincarnation/Kenren's reincarnation
Rating (for this chapter): PG-13
Chapter summary: Allen manages to mix duty and pleasure.
A/N: This chapter is mostly for xcerpted—I owe her the appearance of what we like to call Rambo!Hakkai.
Word count (for this chapter): ~778
Chapter Three: Basic Military Protocol
Location: Gobi Desert
Date: 28 Mar 21xx
Time: 0800
Allen gave the soldier a pat on the shoulder. "There—all done. You can go now." He grinned and tried not to think about possibly seeing him again under bloodier circumstances.
"Should I send the next one in, doc?"
"Sure."
The soldier stepped out of the medical tent and into the blistering afternoon heat. It was around thirty-nine degrees outside, and the heat made its way into the enclosure. Allen grimaced as he put away the soldier's folder.
Behind him, he heard the tent flap open and close. "Can you activate the temperature locks?" Allen requested, not looking up from his files. "There's a reason I stay in here and I'd rather not sweat like a pig if I don't need to."
"Should I activate the soundproof seals as well?"
At the sound of the familiar voice, Allen turned around and smiled. "Why? Think I'll try and molest you during your physical?"
Rick removed his jacket and folded it carefully before placing it on a chair. He smiled back at the doctor. "Knowing you, yes."
"Rick! You wound me deeply!" Allen fished out Rick's file from the box where the folders were kept and flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning the text. When he was done reading, he placed the folder down on his nearby desk. "Let's get started then, shall we?"
Rick took off his shirt and placed it on top of his jacket. "With the molestation?" He bent down and began unlacing his combat boot. "Shouldn't you wait until I'm naked before doing anything?"
"You only need to strip down to your underwear, and I was talking about the physical examination, but if you insist …" Allen trailed off, midnight-blue eyes tracing over the play of muscle in Rick's back. "You want help?" Without waiting for an answer, he reached around Rick's waist and began opening his trousers.
He did it with practiced ease, and as the soldier straightened up, Allen pushed the material of his uniform down over his narrow hips. "This seems familiar," Allen said, a grin on his face.
Rick laughed and wriggled out of Allen's embrace, stepping out of his pants at the same time so that he was left in only his boxer-briefs. "Maybe later. Some of the guys are still outside waiting for their turn."
Allen frowned as Rick sat down on the examination table. He grabbed the stethoscope from his table and put it on. He muttered under his breath about prudish soldiers before pressing the medical instrument against Rick's back. "Breathe in," he instructed the soldier.
When he was satisfied that there was nothing wrong with Rick's lungs, he moved the stethoscope to Rick's chest, listening to his heartbeat for a while.
Strange how soothing the sound of Rick's heartbeat was. Allen lingered there a moment longer than necessary, just listening.
"Kenren."
"What?"
"You're heavy." A laugh. "Please get off me."
"Don't wanna. I like the sound of your heart."
"What?"
"It tells me that you're still alive." He traced a hand along the bandages wrapped around Tenpou's arm. Blood was seeping through the gauze and the general frowned. "You didn't have to, you know. I could've led that last group."
"Kenren."
He rolled off of Tenpou and shifted, moving up so that he could lay his head on the pillow beside the field marshal. "Idiot," he said before kissing Tenpou.
"—len?"
The redhead straightened up, running a hand through his short hair. "Hm?" He took off the stethoscope and placed it on his desk. The non-memory was still fading from his mind and he closed his eyes for a while.
"Allen? What's wrong?" A hand landed on his shoulder, and Allen opened his eyes. Goosebumps had begun to appear on Rick's skin from the tent's temperature control. Allen ran his hand down Rick's arm, rubbing it.
"You're cold," he said, amusement in his voice.
"Maybe you should warm me up," Rick said evenly, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his green eyes.
"Nah, I should get on with the examination." Allen gently pushed Rick's shoulder until he was lying down. He ran his hands down the soldier's thighs, fingers dragging lightly along the tanned skin. Allen applied a little more pressure and smiled when he heard Rick's breath hitch.
"I thought you were going to continue with my physical."
"I am. I'm just checking to see if you've got any sprained muscles or broken bones."
Rick laughed. "Really."
Allen's hands moved up and stopped on wide shoulders. "Really," he said, with an accompanying eyebrow wiggle before leaning down and capturing Rick's mouth in a kiss.