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You realize that is just as ridiculous, don't you?
She already does as I ask.
[ HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THE PURPOSE OF THIS!!! ]
[ HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THE PURPOSE OF THIS!!! ]
I use my regular speaking voice.
[ Which is to say he doesn't have a sex voice??? ]
[ Which is to say he doesn't have a sex voice??? ]
[ This is never not going to be weird to hear. Not that he thinks he's been beaten with the fuck-ugly stick, but how he looks isn't remotely a concern.
Except for his clothes. ]
Yes you are. It has already been established you hold a bias.
Except for his clothes. ]
Yes you are. It has already been established you hold a bias.
How do you think that bias started??? Your muscles have muscles. You're tall. You've got that dark skin. Your fucking HAIR. And your eyes. There is literally nothing about you that isn't attractive at first glance. And then you talk and you sound normally like what most guys have to try to sound like.
AND THEN there's the rest of you. The dry sense of humor. How good you are with a gun. The fact that you fucking care about stupid shit. You could probably squash a guy's head with your bare hands. You're smart! You can plan shit. You're reliable. You're honest. You have a lot of money. You've got style. Your ass looks amazing in jeans.
And you don't even care! You're not arrogant. You don't think you're better than everybody even though you are. Anyone else being you for a day would be a huge douche and you're you all the time and you aren't.
Wake the fuck up, man.
AND THEN there's the rest of you. The dry sense of humor. How good you are with a gun. The fact that you fucking care about stupid shit. You could probably squash a guy's head with your bare hands. You're smart! You can plan shit. You're reliable. You're honest. You have a lot of money. You've got style. Your ass looks amazing in jeans.
And you don't even care! You're not arrogant. You don't think you're better than everybody even though you are. Anyone else being you for a day would be a huge douche and you're you all the time and you aren't.
Wake the fuck up, man.
[ Well. That's something. Locus doesn't really know what to say. It's not that he's never gotten compliments before, but it's usually about his work ethic in completing mission parameters. ]
It takes two times human force to crush a head.
[ Sorry. He doesn't really know what else to say to all of that. ]
It takes two times human force to crush a head.
[ Sorry. He doesn't really know what else to say to all of that. ]
Okay, well, you look like you can apply that much force without trying.
[ Is it sinking in? Probably not. Felix searches through his phone, finds a picture that's just Locus' face. There isn't any stupid makeup on it covering the scars and he isn't exactly looking at the camera, Felix having snapped in when he didn't realize he was being watched. He attaches it to the message. ]
I've seen a lot but I've never seen anything as breathtaking as this.
[ Is it sinking in? Probably not. Felix searches through his phone, finds a picture that's just Locus' face. There isn't any stupid makeup on it covering the scars and he isn't exactly looking at the camera, Felix having snapped in when he didn't realize he was being watched. He attaches it to the message. ]
I've seen a lot but I've never seen anything as breathtaking as this.
[ No, it's definitely not sinking in. When a guy spends his whole life not caring how he looks, only how much he can better his physical capabilities to be stronger, faster, last longer... how he looks doesn't really register. For so long he's been searching on how to be a perfect machine, being human—being normal never registered.
When he gets that picture, the first thing that comes to mind is he needs to get better at paying attention to Felix to stop this kind of thing from happening. Logically he knows Felix isn't going to do anything with them ( ...he knows there are some that probably will have something done, but there's nothing he can do about that... ) but he doesn't like there being pictures—solid proof—of that scar on his face. Even here it's too identifying. The second thing he thinks is that he just doesn't understand where Felix is coming from. At best Locus thinks he looks average and knows exactly where all his improvements need to be made.
He's sitting in the driveway staring at his phone then staring at the door for long enough the screen goes black. Part of him doesn't want to go inside and have to continue this conversation in person. But, if he doesn't go inside, Felix is just going to keep talking to him via text and he won't escape this. He could get mad about it which he knows will stop Felix from mentioning it again for tonight—because it wouldn't be the first time Locus has snapped at him over this topic.
On the other hand, it is kind of flattering. There's no question in Locus' mind that Felix enjoys what he sees when he looks at him. He's not so heartless he doesn't appreciate a compliment every now and again. That might be one of the most normal things about him.
For several moments he sits quietly in the car while he tries to figure out what to do, knowing he's running out of time before Felix decides he's being ignored and starts bitching about nothing. That is something he expressly doesn't want to deal with right now. So, he makes a show of getting out of the car and shutting the door so it can be heard in the house if Felix is listening. His key scrapes in the lock as he comes inside. Closes the door and locks everything up behind him. He makes his way up the stairs to the bedroom and makes a low noise for Leon to clear out, which he does.
Locus is a quick study and has already learned what will make Felix's mind quiet and move on to other things. He's not above employing that tactic. So, he crowds Felix's space without saying a word, captures his chin between his thumb and forefinger and leans down to kiss him, already angling them toward the bed. ]
When he gets that picture, the first thing that comes to mind is he needs to get better at paying attention to Felix to stop this kind of thing from happening. Logically he knows Felix isn't going to do anything with them ( ...he knows there are some that probably will have something done, but there's nothing he can do about that... ) but he doesn't like there being pictures—solid proof—of that scar on his face. Even here it's too identifying. The second thing he thinks is that he just doesn't understand where Felix is coming from. At best Locus thinks he looks average and knows exactly where all his improvements need to be made.
He's sitting in the driveway staring at his phone then staring at the door for long enough the screen goes black. Part of him doesn't want to go inside and have to continue this conversation in person. But, if he doesn't go inside, Felix is just going to keep talking to him via text and he won't escape this. He could get mad about it which he knows will stop Felix from mentioning it again for tonight—because it wouldn't be the first time Locus has snapped at him over this topic.
On the other hand, it is kind of flattering. There's no question in Locus' mind that Felix enjoys what he sees when he looks at him. He's not so heartless he doesn't appreciate a compliment every now and again. That might be one of the most normal things about him.
For several moments he sits quietly in the car while he tries to figure out what to do, knowing he's running out of time before Felix decides he's being ignored and starts bitching about nothing. That is something he expressly doesn't want to deal with right now. So, he makes a show of getting out of the car and shutting the door so it can be heard in the house if Felix is listening. His key scrapes in the lock as he comes inside. Closes the door and locks everything up behind him. He makes his way up the stairs to the bedroom and makes a low noise for Leon to clear out, which he does.
Locus is a quick study and has already learned what will make Felix's mind quiet and move on to other things. He's not above employing that tactic. So, he crowds Felix's space without saying a word, captures his chin between his thumb and forefinger and leans down to kiss him, already angling them toward the bed. ]
[ Though Locus is facing the television, he's not really paying attention at all. He's discovered he hates the movies and could really do without. They're mundane and he doesn't care about these fake problems that are easily solvable if these people weren't so blatantly stupid. And if there's one thing in the entire galaxy and beyond that Locus has no patience for, it's stupidity. So, his mind has since wandered from the 'will-they-won't-they-everyone-knows-they-are' "plot" of the movie. It hasn't been on anything in particular, the topics shifting before he can really grasp one fully to complete a thought.
Maybe this is normal. Sitting around with a partner doing mundane activities together with nothing pressing on the horizon. After doing certain things. To each other. For each other? Not that this is something he wants to make a habit of—sitting around and doing nothing—it's not the worst thing to do sometimes. Maybe it will help them both.
Sometimes. ]
Braid it.
[ It slips out as a low murmur and he didn't even really mean to say it. But it's still kind of damp and he'd rather it not stick all over his face while he sleeps. Locus clears his throat and glances back over his shoulder to get Felix in his line of sight; ]
If you want to do this again, sometimes, you can.
Maybe this is normal. Sitting around with a partner doing mundane activities together with nothing pressing on the horizon. After doing certain things. To each other. For each other? Not that this is something he wants to make a habit of—sitting around and doing nothing—it's not the worst thing to do sometimes. Maybe it will help them both.
Sometimes. ]
Braid it.
[ It slips out as a low murmur and he didn't even really mean to say it. But it's still kind of damp and he'd rather it not stick all over his face while he sleeps. Locus clears his throat and glances back over his shoulder to get Felix in his line of sight; ]
If you want to do this again, sometimes, you can.
[ That's a surprise. It's a little more participatory than he's really expecting Locus to be through this whole thing. Though, the fact that he is participating even a little is... something. Part of Felix wants to examine it and revel in it. The rest of him thinks maybe he ought to leave well enough alone, not try to read anything into it, and just enjoy it. ]
Sure. [ He tips his head sideways so Locus can see him better and offers a quick flash of a smile. ] Whenever you want me to.
[ Which puts control back into Locus' hands and Felix knows how much he likes having it. He goes back to combing, making sure that he's got all of the tangles out of it, and then gets to work on the braid. It could be fancy and intricate, but he doesn't want to push his luck right now. A simple braid will do.
It doesn't take long. Felix might not have long hair or sister, but he can braid rope. It's the same principle with hair. Once he reaches the end of Locus' hair, he pats him on the shoulder. ]
Hold still. [ Leaning over, he rummages through the dresser drawer, finds one of the multitude of hair ties they've got, and ties it off. ] You're all set. [ His fingers settle briefly against the tops of Locus' shoulders, tapping absently. ] We could skip the movie and watch a documentary. Or the news.
[ Fucking boring, but Felix can compromise. ]
Sure. [ He tips his head sideways so Locus can see him better and offers a quick flash of a smile. ] Whenever you want me to.
[ Which puts control back into Locus' hands and Felix knows how much he likes having it. He goes back to combing, making sure that he's got all of the tangles out of it, and then gets to work on the braid. It could be fancy and intricate, but he doesn't want to push his luck right now. A simple braid will do.
It doesn't take long. Felix might not have long hair or sister, but he can braid rope. It's the same principle with hair. Once he reaches the end of Locus' hair, he pats him on the shoulder. ]
Hold still. [ Leaning over, he rummages through the dresser drawer, finds one of the multitude of hair ties they've got, and ties it off. ] You're all set. [ His fingers settle briefly against the tops of Locus' shoulders, tapping absently. ] We could skip the movie and watch a documentary. Or the news.
[ Fucking boring, but Felix can compromise. ]
[ He knows Locus is home. The preternatural awareness of his relative location that comes from years of fighting at his side tells him so. Just like the sound of the car and the way Leon's ears prick and his attention wanders to the window. What he doesn't know is why he's still sitting in the car.
That makes him nervous. Is he pissed? Upset? Is he trying to calm down so he doesn't strangle him when he comes inside? Did Felix push too far and make this awkward?
Leon provides no suggestions and Felix is just about antsy enough to go outside and are what the problem is when he hears Locus coming inside. He's braced for an argument. When Locus enters the bedroom and chases Leon out, Felix tenses.
And then they're kissing and all of his concerns fly right out of his head. He'll wonder about the whys later. Now, he gets his arms around him and kisses him like he's never done it before and has been waiting forever. Passion, as it turns out, never quite seems to diminish where Locus is involved. He moves easily toward the bed, making a bitten off sound of pleasure and impatience as he takes over and practically hauls Locus with him. Unable to keep his hands still for long, he starts tugging at Locus' shirt.
Which is maybe moving too fast but Felix is too caught up in the moment to care. ]
That makes him nervous. Is he pissed? Upset? Is he trying to calm down so he doesn't strangle him when he comes inside? Did Felix push too far and make this awkward?
Leon provides no suggestions and Felix is just about antsy enough to go outside and are what the problem is when he hears Locus coming inside. He's braced for an argument. When Locus enters the bedroom and chases Leon out, Felix tenses.
And then they're kissing and all of his concerns fly right out of his head. He'll wonder about the whys later. Now, he gets his arms around him and kisses him like he's never done it before and has been waiting forever. Passion, as it turns out, never quite seems to diminish where Locus is involved. He moves easily toward the bed, making a bitten off sound of pleasure and impatience as he takes over and practically hauls Locus with him. Unable to keep his hands still for long, he starts tugging at Locus' shirt.
Which is maybe moving too fast but Felix is too caught up in the moment to care. ]
[ Maybe it's just the events of the day that have lead Locus into this sort of haze. He's content enough right now, relaxed in a way he can't remember being for a long time. If they do something else, he wonders if it will shatter the peace that's settled over them. Perhaps oddly enough, Locus doesn't feel like it. Might be a passing fancy. Might be because of something else. That requires more thought and study.
On a different day.
Right now, Locus is calm. Sedated enough that he doesn't care about the stupid movie. Right now, Locus could likely fall asleep pretty quickly. So, he simply shakes his head an murmurs a low noise in the negative. Then, he's moving over to his side of the bed and maneuvers himself under the covers. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it and exhales heavily out of his nose. Reaching under the covers he grabs something then tosses it over onto the floor. The answering jingle should alert that it is a toy of Leon's that shouldn't have been on the bed to begin with!!
He settles on his back against the pillows with one arm bent under his head. The position is open enough that if Felix wants to sprawl over him, he can for now. ]
This is fine. I'll be asleep soon, anyway.
On a different day.
Right now, Locus is calm. Sedated enough that he doesn't care about the stupid movie. Right now, Locus could likely fall asleep pretty quickly. So, he simply shakes his head an murmurs a low noise in the negative. Then, he's moving over to his side of the bed and maneuvers himself under the covers. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it and exhales heavily out of his nose. Reaching under the covers he grabs something then tosses it over onto the floor. The answering jingle should alert that it is a toy of Leon's that shouldn't have been on the bed to begin with!!
He settles on his back against the pillows with one arm bent under his head. The position is open enough that if Felix wants to sprawl over him, he can for now. ]
This is fine. I'll be asleep soon, anyway.
[ Leon does what he wants! Though in all fairness, Felix doesn't try to curb either. He doesn't think about it in so many terms, doesn't really think about it at all, but in a way, it's his unconscious attempt to let Leon be who he is. God knows Felix enjoys being who he is.
And Locus isn't complaining about it. In fact, Locus looks like he's going to bed, which gets confirmed a moment later when he announces that intention. Evidently he's the sort of person who rolls over and goes to sleep after getting off. Felix isn't exacty surprised by this revelation, but he files it away for later anyway. ]
Okay.
[ Felix doesn't care what they watch anyway, though if Locus is going to sleep he may as well watch this stupid movie and learn more about the 21st century.
Getting into bed, he takes the invitation by plastering himself to Locus' side, throwing an arm over his waist, and resting his head against his chest. He can hear Locus' heart beating, proof that he's alive. To a dead man who spent his life trying to keep him this way, it's a comforting sound. ]
Go to sleep, Sam. I'll be quiet.
And Locus isn't complaining about it. In fact, Locus looks like he's going to bed, which gets confirmed a moment later when he announces that intention. Evidently he's the sort of person who rolls over and goes to sleep after getting off. Felix isn't exacty surprised by this revelation, but he files it away for later anyway. ]
Okay.
[ Felix doesn't care what they watch anyway, though if Locus is going to sleep he may as well watch this stupid movie and learn more about the 21st century.
Getting into bed, he takes the invitation by plastering himself to Locus' side, throwing an arm over his waist, and resting his head against his chest. He can hear Locus' heart beating, proof that he's alive. To a dead man who spent his life trying to keep him this way, it's a comforting sound. ]
Go to sleep, Sam. I'll be quiet.
[ Well, if he was ever wondering about the validity of using sex as a means to change the topic of conversation, this certainly answers it for him. Not something he's going to make a habit of employing, but something worthy of note, anyway.
He goes easily along, having wanted to get them to the bed anyway. There's clothes in the way—annoying and he's going to make Felix clean all this up—but he sweeps them to the floor anyway. Locus has his limits and he doesn't want to ruin his clothes because they both got carried away. He continues to kiss Felix while he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off, letting it fall on the discarded sweaters. There's still an undershirt left, but he ignores it for now and moves his hands to Felix. Each one he pulls off with ease, if not a little slow. If not to just agitate Felix. He knows he doesn't like patience and slowness. But, Locus is dictating the pace right now. And considering his intent is to blank Felix's mind, he'll be pushing in various degrees on purpose.
He gets his hands on his skin once all the sweaters are off, skimming them along his sides. There's only the smallest of pauses when his hands curl around Felix's hips. In that moment of deliberation, Locus makes the decision to follow a silly line of thought. It's little effort for the muscles in his arms to constrict as he lifts Felix briefly and deposits him on the bed. He follows swiftly, pulling the undershirt off as he goes. Locus isn't a man driven by his passion, but he is a man driven by perfection—even if he knows he'll never achieve it. So it's that force behind him that he nearly blankets Felix's body with his own, forcefully claiming the place between his legs. Dipping down he forgoes a kiss to his mouth again and instead latches onto his throat to leave a trail of sucking kisses. ]
He goes easily along, having wanted to get them to the bed anyway. There's clothes in the way—annoying and he's going to make Felix clean all this up—but he sweeps them to the floor anyway. Locus has his limits and he doesn't want to ruin his clothes because they both got carried away. He continues to kiss Felix while he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off, letting it fall on the discarded sweaters. There's still an undershirt left, but he ignores it for now and moves his hands to Felix. Each one he pulls off with ease, if not a little slow. If not to just agitate Felix. He knows he doesn't like patience and slowness. But, Locus is dictating the pace right now. And considering his intent is to blank Felix's mind, he'll be pushing in various degrees on purpose.
He gets his hands on his skin once all the sweaters are off, skimming them along his sides. There's only the smallest of pauses when his hands curl around Felix's hips. In that moment of deliberation, Locus makes the decision to follow a silly line of thought. It's little effort for the muscles in his arms to constrict as he lifts Felix briefly and deposits him on the bed. He follows swiftly, pulling the undershirt off as he goes. Locus isn't a man driven by his passion, but he is a man driven by perfection—even if he knows he'll never achieve it. So it's that force behind him that he nearly blankets Felix's body with his own, forcefully claiming the place between his legs. Dipping down he forgoes a kiss to his mouth again and instead latches onto his throat to leave a trail of sucking kisses. ]
[ Maybe it's because he's built differently and will never be more than he is. Maybe it's just because it's Locus and everything to do with Locus is ultimately at least a little bit of a turn on. Whatever the case, as much as he's enjoying being undressed by him—it's stupid but he is, possibly because it makes him feel a little bit like a present that someone actually wants—it's nothing compared to when he just picks him up and deposits him onto the bed. The show of strength is extremely arousing and it just makes him more impatient.
What were they talking about? Felix doesn't fucking know or care. ]
Sam. [ His hands slide over Locus' bare shoulders and he tries, though admittedly not very hard, not to groan in appreciation at feeling the flex and constriction of his muscles under his palms. ] I want you—
[ There's a continuation of this thought, but it gets jumbled up in wanting everything at once. To say nothing of how distracting his mouth is. He squirms under him, half bucking his hips and half just trying to feel more of Locus' body against his own. His fingers curl until it's fingernails instead of fingerpads raking over Locus' back. ]
Kiss me. [ Locus' hair gets an urgent tug. ] Your mouth please right now thank you.
What were they talking about? Felix doesn't fucking know or care. ]
Sam. [ His hands slide over Locus' bare shoulders and he tries, though admittedly not very hard, not to groan in appreciation at feeling the flex and constriction of his muscles under his palms. ] I want you—
[ There's a continuation of this thought, but it gets jumbled up in wanting everything at once. To say nothing of how distracting his mouth is. He squirms under him, half bucking his hips and half just trying to feel more of Locus' body against his own. His fingers curl until it's fingernails instead of fingerpads raking over Locus' back. ]
Kiss me. [ Locus' hair gets an urgent tug. ] Your mouth please right now thank you.
( continued from here )
[ It's not unusual for nightmares to plague Felix's sleep. Some nights, he gets a reprieve and he dreams about mundane things: like fighting in the Great War, hunting some mark with Leon and Locus, spending a day with Locus doing such ridiculously cheesy things that he always knows he's dreaming when he's doing it, reliving old jobs. But more often than not, it's something unpleasant. It's Locus leaving him for Wash, Locus killing him for Wash, Locus turning his back on him while he's surrounded by sims. And it's that goddamn grenade going off and blasting him right over the edge of the temple. Sometimes it's practically a repeat of a memory. Sometimes it's a horrific caricature of what happened.
Tonight, it's a mixture of the two. He's back at the top of the temple, surrounded by sims. Only this time, it's not just Locus standing there. It's Wash too. At Locus' side, calling him partner, offering a steadying hand after Locus tells Felix he's leaving him to his fate for them.
Begging doesn't help. Shouting goes unheard. And then Tucker's throwing the grenade and the explosion's so loud it's deafening and the brightness blinds him momentarily. His helmet's HUD fills with warnings and alarms. And Felix is plummeting to the ground, flipping over and over in the air, helpless as the ground races quickly to meet him. His screams ring in his ears and though he knows it's useless, his arms flail for purchase.
He's screaming in the real world too, still asleep and twisting violently beneath the sheets. It's only dumb luck that prevents a flailing arm from crashing into Locus' abdomen. Leon jerks awake, growling, though he remains where he is at Locus' side. ]
[ It's not unusual for nightmares to plague Felix's sleep. Some nights, he gets a reprieve and he dreams about mundane things: like fighting in the Great War, hunting some mark with Leon and Locus, spending a day with Locus doing such ridiculously cheesy things that he always knows he's dreaming when he's doing it, reliving old jobs. But more often than not, it's something unpleasant. It's Locus leaving him for Wash, Locus killing him for Wash, Locus turning his back on him while he's surrounded by sims. And it's that goddamn grenade going off and blasting him right over the edge of the temple. Sometimes it's practically a repeat of a memory. Sometimes it's a horrific caricature of what happened.
Tonight, it's a mixture of the two. He's back at the top of the temple, surrounded by sims. Only this time, it's not just Locus standing there. It's Wash too. At Locus' side, calling him partner, offering a steadying hand after Locus tells Felix he's leaving him to his fate for them.
Begging doesn't help. Shouting goes unheard. And then Tucker's throwing the grenade and the explosion's so loud it's deafening and the brightness blinds him momentarily. His helmet's HUD fills with warnings and alarms. And Felix is plummeting to the ground, flipping over and over in the air, helpless as the ground races quickly to meet him. His screams ring in his ears and though he knows it's useless, his arms flail for purchase.
He's screaming in the real world too, still asleep and twisting violently beneath the sheets. It's only dumb luck that prevents a flailing arm from crashing into Locus' abdomen. Leon jerks awake, growling, though he remains where he is at Locus' side. ]
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