In the breezy shades of night
Characters: Aurora (earth_uninstall), Drake (onyx_drake), Praise+Raise (subject_e0057), Cross (crownofsnow), Gundam (codename_potato), and mention of Smoke's (inthecenterfold) bar
Date/Time: Dec 28, afternoon/evening?
Location: Aurora's House/Smoke's Bar
Rating: R for BJs and Praise being a potty mouth
Summary: A write-up of an informal log done in chat, beta'd graciously by Leif. Aurora walks in on Drake and Raise having "special time" and metaphorically flips tables.
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He'd only stepped out a moment to document the weird occurrence in the sky; it was starting to worry him, he had to admit, the way the clouds were forming into a distinct shapes. If Aurora had to make a prediction at that moment, he would presume its final appearance would be some sort of architecture. It was too soon to make any assumptions, however, and as all he had to go one was a mental simulation of its future progression with the sketches he'd been doing over the past days as reference.
Finished, he slipped the pad of plain paper and pens into their designated tote bag (the corners were starting to fray, obviously not made for the winter weather; he made a mental note to visit the Marketplace soon). As he'd only been on the path leading to his home it didn't take long before he was unlocking the door, wondering where Cross was and when he would visit with the medical supplies he'd promise.
An odd grunting noise suddenly put him on edge, and he recognized it as Drake's; had his injury somehow gotten worse and he was in pain? What could have happened in the twelve minutes and thirty six seconds he was gone? With as much grace as one could drop an object, he abandoned his bag to rush into the living room on silent feet, briefly noting how long it would take to reach his gun in case it were an enemy.
He was not expecting to be greeted with the image of Raise doing something highly irrational to Drake's sexual organs with his mouth while Praise watched far too intently and ate a frozen confection.
"Drake, what are you doing to Raise." It wasn't a question so much as a harsh accusation, enough to startle Raise from that ghastly position and the pair of them to look as if the Angel of Judgment had come to take their souls. Which was not, the author of this notes, an inaccurate description.
"I told you this had been a bad idea-"
"Aurora, it's not-" But he didn't give them time to explain, storming over and bodily pulling a red faced Raise (had he caught a fever?) as far away from the couch as he could manage. Which was not very far, but 27 cms was better than nothing. The purple haired fury took a defensive stance in front of him, eyes on Drake.
"I allowed you into my home because you were an injured friend, and Raise was concerned about your health. This is how you repay us, by taking advantage of him like that? What other sick things have you forced him into behind my back- Look at me when I'm talking to you!" It was hard to lecture a person when they had their face buried in their palms, and Aurora hoped it was out of regret. Never the less it was insulting that Drake would just refuse to face him after having the audacity to betray Aurora and Raise in such a manner. It was disgusting.
"Um, it's not... It's fine." He glanced over his shoulder at Raise's stammered words, looking surprising smaller the way he was curling into himself. Aurora sighed in annoyance.
"It is most certainly not! He made you do something you clearly didn't want, which is far too easy a task." Was Raise seriously trying to defend the perpetrator? It was, in a strange way, rather noble, but this was not the time nor place.
"I want to- We're- He and I are-"
"Fuckbuddies" Praise supplied rather helpfully, and after a glare from Drake quickly corrected himself. "And boyfriends."
"What." Boyfriends. Lovers. That meant that.. "Drake, how could you do this to him."
"I didn't do anything." It was hard to read Drake's expression, but he was obviously uncomfortable. As he should be. "We fell in love- Raise, don't give me that look, I'm tired of hiding it. It's not a big deal." Not a big deal? Was he joking? If it wasn't a big deal, why did Aurora feel like his stomach was full of heavy ice, like his organs were slowly degenerating? It was hard to think when he was the closest he'd even been to finally losing Raise as a friend.
It was a position he'd worked so hard never to be in.
"Raise, Drake seems to be under the misguided impression that you like him better than me. Correct him." Even though he'd tried to make it an order, it came out sounding too much like a plea for his liking. Now was not the time to be weak; he had to be firm and calm and collected and all the things that were the hardest to be at this moment.
"...I'm... I'm sorry? That's not exactly... ah..."
"Tell him."
"Aurora, you're being unfair to the both of us-"
"You're all fucking dumb asses, you know that?" Praise sneered as he rose, pressing a thumb surprising gently against Drake's forehead to quiet him down. Aurora shifted his gaze sharply to him, and everything began to click into place. "At first it was pretty funny, but now it's turned into all shades of retarded."
"This is your fault. You did this, didn't you?" Of course, why hadn't he realized it sooner? Drake and Raise were his friends, and victims of one of Praise's sick plots. It was perfectly sensible. "Fix it."
"Fuck you." Praise replied cheerfully with a sharp leer. It only angered Aurora further.
"How dare you use such language with me, and how dare you do this to Drake and Raise! Why must you always try to ruin everything for him?" His voice was getting dangerously close to yelling, all of his emotions channeling into a single feeling of rage.
"I didn't ruin shit! You're the one always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. They're fucking, get over it"
"They are not! Raise, correct him!"
"Back off, lady boy." Praise intercepted the conversation before Raise had to answer, a fact that the latter was obviously both grateful and mortified about, and he pulled Raise from his curled up position on the floor with surprising ease. "Fuck this, we're leaving." Raise managed to shoot an apologetic look at Drake before the door was slamming behind them, and Aurora noticed with absent annoyance that they forgot to lock it. Again.
An awkward silence descended between the two remaining members, Aurora's back turned to Drake as he glared at the door, getting his emotions under control. This had to be fixed, right here, right now. If he couldn't reason with Praise (which was always a futile effort), it was time to appeal to Drake.
"So the two of you are lovers." He stated with a surprising amount of neutrality as he turned to face him. Drake would have felt relieved if his instincts weren't screaming that the other shoe was about to drop.
"We are."
"Cease your relationship with him immediately and I will be willing to overlook this entire situation." It was the most ideal arrangement that Aurora could think of; not only would it return his friendships to normal, but they could go on as if it never happened. If Drake was willing to end it, Aurora was willing to forgive him. Drake's expression, however, implied he thought differently.
"Yeah, that's not happening." Aurora recognized that stubborn, possessive tone. It wouldn't have bothered him, had it been for anyone other than Raise.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to."
"There are other suitable mates for you. Choose another one."
"No."
"Then I will pick one for you." Aurora stubbornly insisted, and Drake could only snort in response.
"... Like who?"
"I will have to conduct a survey first." As if that wasn't obvious enough. It wasn't like he should be expected to have a standby on hold if he hadn't known of the situation ahead of time.
"That's OK, I don't need another one." Drake brushed off the suggestion, foiling another one of his quickly thought out yet manageable plans.
"You don't need the first one, either. He's my friend."
"He can still be your friend."
"But you will always outrank me. I will not tolerate that."
"Uh, that's not how it works?"
"Of course it is."
"No it's not. One doesn't outrank the other." Drake corrected, tempted to use the tone one used with a child. Aurora frowned and challenged the statement.
"Then how does a person determine the level of importance of their bonds?"
"Do they have to?"
"Well- Yes. Don't they?" Defensiveness shifted to confusion, and Aurora couldn't even begin to imagine what relationships would be like if they weren't categorized and structured like he'd imagined.
"No."
"Then how else can I keep Raise if he does not have his bonds prioritized?"
"Um...it's not an issue of 'keeping' anyone. He's no less your friend."
"What if he decides he likes you better and-" Aurora stopped, something sad in his eyes before changing his words. "What if he just wants you?"
"That's not how it works. He likes me differently."
"Differently? How?"
"I'm his boyfriend, you're his best friend. Same level of bond, different manifestation. That's all."
"I don't understand. What manifestations?"
"...well...the whole 'boyfriends' thing involves stuff like what you walked in on?"
"And that is how he shows he likes you? It's a rather unorthodox method."
"It's...um...a boyfriend thing? Like I said, it's just different."
"So a lover and a best friend are comparable in terms of the strength of the bond, but have separate duties." He clarified, summarizing what must have been a series of patience trying questions for Drake.
"Exactly."
"And your presence in his life will not stop him from being my friend?"
"Not in the least." Aurora wasn't sure he entirely believed it, and Drake had much to gain from lying to him about it, but he also..
"And you will still be my friend?" He also wanted Drake to be his friend, too.
"Well, yes."
"I will hold you to that; pray you aren't lying."
"I'm not, trust me on that." It was a situation that was illogical and volatile, one he couldn't predict or even understand fully, but for now Aurora would have to tentatively trust his friends and make sure they kept to Drake's word.
With the emotional matters out of the way, Aurora tried to get look at Drake's wound, finding it hard considering he'd covered himself with the blankets on the couch quite thoroughly. "Does your bandage need to be changed?"
".. You just changed it half an hour ago."
"Your physical exertion with Raise could have aggravated your wound."
"That would've been why he was giving me a blowjob and not doing other things. Less strain."
"'Blowjob'?"
"... Oh God you don't know what a blowjob is." And why should he? Aurora took offense, frowning.
"No. Is it some kind of slang?"
A clattering noise surprised the two of them out of their conversation to see a rather flushed Cross, the box of medical supplies he'd brought for the care of Drake's injuries threatening to spill onto the floor.
"I'm sorry, the door was open so I thought I would just let myself in. Please excuse me for interrupting-"
"Cross, explain to him what a blowjob is. You're a medic, you know all about this sort of stuff." Drake rubbed at his forehead, trying to alleviate the headache this whole conversation had been causing. Now that the important stuff had been explained and dealt with, it was time to delegate more… extracurricular topics to someone else. Cross looked ready to kill him for a split second before he went back to the peaceful smile of someone who was desperately trying to find their happy place.
Aurora looked to him expectantly.
"Well, you see-" And Cross did perhaps the most admirable, straight faced explanation of a blowjob in the history of mankind, covering it as clinically and extensively as possible and patiently answering the many questions of a very confused, slightly curious Aurora.
"There are many strange ways to express the bond between people, isn't there." Aurora concluded at the end of the lecture, a hint of a blush on his face.
"Yes, yes there are."
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Gundam continued to question what had happened that led to Praise and a very flustered Raise dragging him to a bar, and he took another gulp of his milk. He hoped it wasn't anything serious, and it looked like it would be awhile before either of them was in the right state of mind to answer any of his questions. But he'd patiently wait, because the milk was pretty good and watching a very inebriated Praise try to convince an equally smashed Raise to take Jello shots off of him was rather funny.
Either Smoke had slipped something else into his drink or he was growing a sense of humor.
Date/Time: Dec 28, afternoon/evening?
Location: Aurora's House/Smoke's Bar
Rating: R for BJs and Praise being a potty mouth
Summary: A write-up of an informal log done in chat, beta'd graciously by Leif. Aurora walks in on Drake and Raise having "special time" and metaphorically flips tables.
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He'd only stepped out a moment to document the weird occurrence in the sky; it was starting to worry him, he had to admit, the way the clouds were forming into a distinct shapes. If Aurora had to make a prediction at that moment, he would presume its final appearance would be some sort of architecture. It was too soon to make any assumptions, however, and as all he had to go one was a mental simulation of its future progression with the sketches he'd been doing over the past days as reference.
Finished, he slipped the pad of plain paper and pens into their designated tote bag (the corners were starting to fray, obviously not made for the winter weather; he made a mental note to visit the Marketplace soon). As he'd only been on the path leading to his home it didn't take long before he was unlocking the door, wondering where Cross was and when he would visit with the medical supplies he'd promise.
An odd grunting noise suddenly put him on edge, and he recognized it as Drake's; had his injury somehow gotten worse and he was in pain? What could have happened in the twelve minutes and thirty six seconds he was gone? With as much grace as one could drop an object, he abandoned his bag to rush into the living room on silent feet, briefly noting how long it would take to reach his gun in case it were an enemy.
He was not expecting to be greeted with the image of Raise doing something highly irrational to Drake's sexual organs with his mouth while Praise watched far too intently and ate a frozen confection.
"Drake, what are you doing to Raise." It wasn't a question so much as a harsh accusation, enough to startle Raise from that ghastly position and the pair of them to look as if the Angel of Judgment had come to take their souls. Which was not, the author of this notes, an inaccurate description.
"I told you this had been a bad idea-"
"Aurora, it's not-" But he didn't give them time to explain, storming over and bodily pulling a red faced Raise (had he caught a fever?) as far away from the couch as he could manage. Which was not very far, but 27 cms was better than nothing. The purple haired fury took a defensive stance in front of him, eyes on Drake.
"I allowed you into my home because you were an injured friend, and Raise was concerned about your health. This is how you repay us, by taking advantage of him like that? What other sick things have you forced him into behind my back- Look at me when I'm talking to you!" It was hard to lecture a person when they had their face buried in their palms, and Aurora hoped it was out of regret. Never the less it was insulting that Drake would just refuse to face him after having the audacity to betray Aurora and Raise in such a manner. It was disgusting.
"Um, it's not... It's fine." He glanced over his shoulder at Raise's stammered words, looking surprising smaller the way he was curling into himself. Aurora sighed in annoyance.
"It is most certainly not! He made you do something you clearly didn't want, which is far too easy a task." Was Raise seriously trying to defend the perpetrator? It was, in a strange way, rather noble, but this was not the time nor place.
"I want to- We're- He and I are-"
"Fuckbuddies" Praise supplied rather helpfully, and after a glare from Drake quickly corrected himself. "And boyfriends."
"What." Boyfriends. Lovers. That meant that.. "Drake, how could you do this to him."
"I didn't do anything." It was hard to read Drake's expression, but he was obviously uncomfortable. As he should be. "We fell in love- Raise, don't give me that look, I'm tired of hiding it. It's not a big deal." Not a big deal? Was he joking? If it wasn't a big deal, why did Aurora feel like his stomach was full of heavy ice, like his organs were slowly degenerating? It was hard to think when he was the closest he'd even been to finally losing Raise as a friend.
It was a position he'd worked so hard never to be in.
"Raise, Drake seems to be under the misguided impression that you like him better than me. Correct him." Even though he'd tried to make it an order, it came out sounding too much like a plea for his liking. Now was not the time to be weak; he had to be firm and calm and collected and all the things that were the hardest to be at this moment.
"...I'm... I'm sorry? That's not exactly... ah..."
"Tell him."
"Aurora, you're being unfair to the both of us-"
"You're all fucking dumb asses, you know that?" Praise sneered as he rose, pressing a thumb surprising gently against Drake's forehead to quiet him down. Aurora shifted his gaze sharply to him, and everything began to click into place. "At first it was pretty funny, but now it's turned into all shades of retarded."
"This is your fault. You did this, didn't you?" Of course, why hadn't he realized it sooner? Drake and Raise were his friends, and victims of one of Praise's sick plots. It was perfectly sensible. "Fix it."
"Fuck you." Praise replied cheerfully with a sharp leer. It only angered Aurora further.
"How dare you use such language with me, and how dare you do this to Drake and Raise! Why must you always try to ruin everything for him?" His voice was getting dangerously close to yelling, all of his emotions channeling into a single feeling of rage.
"I didn't ruin shit! You're the one always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. They're fucking, get over it"
"They are not! Raise, correct him!"
"Back off, lady boy." Praise intercepted the conversation before Raise had to answer, a fact that the latter was obviously both grateful and mortified about, and he pulled Raise from his curled up position on the floor with surprising ease. "Fuck this, we're leaving." Raise managed to shoot an apologetic look at Drake before the door was slamming behind them, and Aurora noticed with absent annoyance that they forgot to lock it. Again.
An awkward silence descended between the two remaining members, Aurora's back turned to Drake as he glared at the door, getting his emotions under control. This had to be fixed, right here, right now. If he couldn't reason with Praise (which was always a futile effort), it was time to appeal to Drake.
"So the two of you are lovers." He stated with a surprising amount of neutrality as he turned to face him. Drake would have felt relieved if his instincts weren't screaming that the other shoe was about to drop.
"We are."
"Cease your relationship with him immediately and I will be willing to overlook this entire situation." It was the most ideal arrangement that Aurora could think of; not only would it return his friendships to normal, but they could go on as if it never happened. If Drake was willing to end it, Aurora was willing to forgive him. Drake's expression, however, implied he thought differently.
"Yeah, that's not happening." Aurora recognized that stubborn, possessive tone. It wouldn't have bothered him, had it been for anyone other than Raise.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to."
"There are other suitable mates for you. Choose another one."
"No."
"Then I will pick one for you." Aurora stubbornly insisted, and Drake could only snort in response.
"... Like who?"
"I will have to conduct a survey first." As if that wasn't obvious enough. It wasn't like he should be expected to have a standby on hold if he hadn't known of the situation ahead of time.
"That's OK, I don't need another one." Drake brushed off the suggestion, foiling another one of his quickly thought out yet manageable plans.
"You don't need the first one, either. He's my friend."
"He can still be your friend."
"But you will always outrank me. I will not tolerate that."
"Uh, that's not how it works?"
"Of course it is."
"No it's not. One doesn't outrank the other." Drake corrected, tempted to use the tone one used with a child. Aurora frowned and challenged the statement.
"Then how does a person determine the level of importance of their bonds?"
"Do they have to?"
"Well- Yes. Don't they?" Defensiveness shifted to confusion, and Aurora couldn't even begin to imagine what relationships would be like if they weren't categorized and structured like he'd imagined.
"No."
"Then how else can I keep Raise if he does not have his bonds prioritized?"
"Um...it's not an issue of 'keeping' anyone. He's no less your friend."
"What if he decides he likes you better and-" Aurora stopped, something sad in his eyes before changing his words. "What if he just wants you?"
"That's not how it works. He likes me differently."
"Differently? How?"
"I'm his boyfriend, you're his best friend. Same level of bond, different manifestation. That's all."
"I don't understand. What manifestations?"
"...well...the whole 'boyfriends' thing involves stuff like what you walked in on?"
"And that is how he shows he likes you? It's a rather unorthodox method."
"It's...um...a boyfriend thing? Like I said, it's just different."
"So a lover and a best friend are comparable in terms of the strength of the bond, but have separate duties." He clarified, summarizing what must have been a series of patience trying questions for Drake.
"Exactly."
"And your presence in his life will not stop him from being my friend?"
"Not in the least." Aurora wasn't sure he entirely believed it, and Drake had much to gain from lying to him about it, but he also..
"And you will still be my friend?" He also wanted Drake to be his friend, too.
"Well, yes."
"I will hold you to that; pray you aren't lying."
"I'm not, trust me on that." It was a situation that was illogical and volatile, one he couldn't predict or even understand fully, but for now Aurora would have to tentatively trust his friends and make sure they kept to Drake's word.
With the emotional matters out of the way, Aurora tried to get look at Drake's wound, finding it hard considering he'd covered himself with the blankets on the couch quite thoroughly. "Does your bandage need to be changed?"
".. You just changed it half an hour ago."
"Your physical exertion with Raise could have aggravated your wound."
"That would've been why he was giving me a blowjob and not doing other things. Less strain."
"'Blowjob'?"
"... Oh God you don't know what a blowjob is." And why should he? Aurora took offense, frowning.
"No. Is it some kind of slang?"
A clattering noise surprised the two of them out of their conversation to see a rather flushed Cross, the box of medical supplies he'd brought for the care of Drake's injuries threatening to spill onto the floor.
"I'm sorry, the door was open so I thought I would just let myself in. Please excuse me for interrupting-"
"Cross, explain to him what a blowjob is. You're a medic, you know all about this sort of stuff." Drake rubbed at his forehead, trying to alleviate the headache this whole conversation had been causing. Now that the important stuff had been explained and dealt with, it was time to delegate more… extracurricular topics to someone else. Cross looked ready to kill him for a split second before he went back to the peaceful smile of someone who was desperately trying to find their happy place.
Aurora looked to him expectantly.
"Well, you see-" And Cross did perhaps the most admirable, straight faced explanation of a blowjob in the history of mankind, covering it as clinically and extensively as possible and patiently answering the many questions of a very confused, slightly curious Aurora.
"There are many strange ways to express the bond between people, isn't there." Aurora concluded at the end of the lecture, a hint of a blush on his face.
"Yes, yes there are."
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Gundam continued to question what had happened that led to Praise and a very flustered Raise dragging him to a bar, and he took another gulp of his milk. He hoped it wasn't anything serious, and it looked like it would be awhile before either of them was in the right state of mind to answer any of his questions. But he'd patiently wait, because the milk was pretty good and watching a very inebriated Praise try to convince an equally smashed Raise to take Jello shots off of him was rather funny.
Either Smoke had slipped something else into his drink or he was growing a sense of humor.