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nopunchline ([personal profile] nopunchline) wrote in [community profile] orendalogs2015-12-11 10:38 pm

IT'S YOUR DESTINY!!!

Who: Anyone, everyone? Aoba and Declan to start.
What: Destiny
When: After the House of Wolves, before The Taken King.
Where: Earth, The Last City, The Tower and beyond.
Warnings: Could be sorta zombie stuff (Hive), could be xenophilia? I dunno. Gen warnings, yo.





Earth. 700 years into the future, humanity is all but gone, huddled in a massive city in the mountains, surrounded by gargantuan walls and living in the shadow of the slumbering, perhaps dead, body of The Traveler. The massive being of benevolence and light that came to Earth bearing gifts of knowledge that would bring about the longest Golden Age in Terran history, hovering in geostationary orbit over The Last City of men, protecting what is left from The Darkness beyond with the remains of it's Light.

For those on Earth it is a well-known story. With The Traveler's dying breath it created Ghosts, fragments of living Light that in turn resurrected men and women across the galaxy, bringing to bear the Guardians, warriors to fight the Darkness. Earth and all the nearby planets are populated by humans, the Awoken, Exos and a variety of species of ever more distant origins, some less generous than others. The Guardians make their headquarters in a colossal spire at the edge of The Last City. There, in the Tower, the Vanguard and other factions of humanity work together to hold the line and fight the Darkness and every other threat to the known universe. The little understood Guardians rarely venture beyond the Tower, preferring the company of their brothers and sisters in arms, but all look to the Tower as a beacon of hope.

There is danger and adventure to be had; the likelihood of death and the possibility of rebirth. The future is uncertain, but all who walk in the Light know the Darkness is coming, and the wise life to the fullest.

[ Destiny Wiki ]

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
What a guy. Wanting him to go to the doctor to be healthy. There was a particular irony in that for Desire. After all, doctors made him think of Granny, medicating him into silence. The doctors of Declan’s era had been more beneficial for him by far.

“Sure, go for it,” he said by way of agreement, swinging back into his seat properly—well, facing the right way anyway. It stopped being rightly proper the moment he kicked his feet up on the machinery again, crossing his arms comfortably. “Sounds like you need something more family-friendly. Maybe even animated. Got anything like that in your archives, sparky?”

The last was directed towards Ghost. Nicknames for all.

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
By Desire’s actions, it should have been fairly obvious that he wasn’t the scared one—but there’d be way too much of a delay on getting anything fun in if he was expected to explain everything down to the littlest details. If Reason could get all his nerves out of a twist, he could fess up to the rest of his issues later. Desire couldn’t save him from everything when it was just being a dumbass that was the core problem.

“Hmm, you may surprise yourself,” Desire purred. Personally, his own mood was just improving. “You don’t look like a guy that could make it all the way through your first life without attracting some attention. Me, I got up to some trouble when I was a teenager or something. Girls, I think.”

He thought. Declan would have to get a lesson on Aoba’s early-life amnesia another time.

“Only thing more recent’s been some kisses here or there with guys, but Reason never got serious about anybody. Always chickened out before it went too far.”

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it absolutely fit the bill for what Desire had imagined movie-wise, but he hadn’t expected the Guardian to be so truly into it.

Maybe the weirder part was that Desire got kind of into it, himself. Well, Declan probably wouldn’t want to know that this time around it was the villain that was the most fascinating to Desire’s inherent nature, but Quasimodo got plenty of points for breaking away from Frollo to do what he wanted, too. It wasn’t about the morals or doing good or bad things where Desire was concerned. It was going after what they wanted.

To that end, though, nobody particularly won. The villain died, and the girl went off with the supporting pretty-boy. Realistic, but kind of annoying. Brought some questions to Desire’s mind, but this time he looked over to make sure of Declan’s mood, first.

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Was that a question or a request? In a flit of thought, Desire wondered if Declan worried that he might not get kissed even though Aoba had kissed somebody else in recent history. He almost laughed at his own imagination. The Guardian was off the charts in selling points of desirability, physically and emotionally alike, but talk about your innocent second-life virgins.

“Kissing’s part of the package,” he replied with a sliver of grin. “It does all kinds of things to get you riled up and ready to go. You’re a little out of reach, though. Why don’t you come sit down~?”

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
“Nah, I think my ass is chafing from sitting here so long,” Desire answered, casual and crude but not actually sounding bothered by the fact that they’d just watched two feature-length movies in a row. He did lever himself up to stand and stretch, but it was unhurried. Relaxed, not trying to escape before a third movie might appear.

“But you do need to spill the beans, now, big guy. Sparky called this ‘the usual’. I’m curious what it is about this movie that makes it a favorite for you.”

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
The answer Declan was looking for would have been ‘the bench in the shower’, naturally, but instead of letting Desire continue to lead him along to what he’d intended, the Guardian had the jitters getting the better of him. Desire actually did laugh, a short kind of thing, at the way Declan beat a hasty retreat further in. Wanted a kiss that badly, huh?

And then Desire almost walked into him when Declan stopped before he expected him to. His moment’s bemusement was soon erased when the man sat where he did, but it occurred to Desire that Declan was practically blocking the way into the shower proper by sitting there.

“Making me pay a toll first, huh?” he had to tease. For his own part, though, he was getting way too excited just to banter. Without leaving the Guardian room to properly answer, Desire stepped right over his lap and straddled him right there. Don’t think for a minute that he hadn’t missed that sweatpants tent, or that it was anything like accidental that he scooted his weight right up against it.

Still, you had to admit, using Declan’s lap that way was pretty perfect for doing in that foot of height difference. With no tentativeness on his part, Desire looped his arms around his would-be partner’s neck before going in for the kiss, himself. A simple peck, it was not but he somehow refrained from going right for the all-the-way ravenous. His lips were parted just enough for a bit of extra heat and movement as he closed them against Declan’s, leaning all of the damp weight of his body against him.

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
A more thoughtful, less entertaining answer than possibly expected—up until the last bit, that was.

Oi. Reason. I think we just got called ‘Esmeralda’.

No response. Desire could tell perfectly well that Reason wasn’t nearly as asleep as he was trying to be. Another nail in the ‘the only one acting stupid here is you’ coffin, as far as Desire was concerned. But if this was the bed that Reason was making for himself—a very cold and lonely bed—then Desire was leaving him to squirm in it. For a while longer, anyway.

“Hm~m. I’ll withhold comments for tonight,” he drawled, just slightly sing-songing the words. Reason he was freely calling stupid left and right, but Declan’s ignorance was a few degrees more…forgivable. He wouldn’t have to interpret everything wrong if ‘Aoba’ would just stop running hot and cold on him, right? “I don’t want to ruin the mood. I liked this, big guy. I can barely remember the last time I got to be out and about and just do normal shit. Thanks, Declan.”

Desire had basic manners and the ability to use proper names? Whoda thunk it.

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
What mattered, maybe, was the encouraging groan brought up in Aoba’s throat by Declan’s effort. Maybe Desire was to blame for it, or maybe it was some extension of the way he had feeling in his hair when normal people wouldn’t have, but Aoba on the whole had always been so sensitive. Maybe you could even call it another reason for him to balk on other guys before getting further than kissing. His body wanted things so much more readily than the dominant side of his brain did.

If Declan didn’t know—or consciously remember—how to kiss, Desire didn’t care enough to critique him. Learn by doing, eh? He tilted his head, slanting the angle of their lips together as he moved a hand up to rake his fingers through the Guardian’s hair. No mere finger-combing this time, he dragged his nails across pale scalp, delighted by Declan’s textures.

About time.

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
“I like that side of you,” Desire admitted freely, an answer that had just as many innocent connotations as it did more troublesome ones. “By which I mean I like all sides of you. It’s a fair exchange. We have a good thing going on here. A few wrinkles we’re still ironing out, sure, but….”

…okay. Just one thing. Behaving was hard, and Declan was an innocent victim of Reason’s foolishness. Not that that meant what Desire was thinking was at all smart, but he didn’t think of it as stirring the pot. Throwing the poor Guardian a bone, more like. Esmeralda had done it, so why not Aoba?

He bent over, taking advantage of the relaxed way Declan held himself, and kissed his cheek just shy of the corner of his mouth, skirting ‘platonic’ by a razor’s edge and a conspiratorially whispered-yet-vague, “Be patient for us both, big guy, alright?”

And then he was up and off again, taking their dirty plates with him to the kitchen area.

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Aoba’s skin had grown a little chilled as he’d stood there in the open air with water evaporating from his body, but heat was quick to flush back through it as Declan’s hands gained the courage to roam. That state of half-hardness that had been bothering Desire so was quick to lose it’s ‘half’ness as well, as every overeager nerve between the kissing and the touching jolting into sparks that went right down his spine and to his groin.

Declan could avoid the thoughts if he was that intent on it. Desire, on the other hand, thrilled in it. For him, there was no shame to be found in grinding his restored erection against the Guardian’s stomach, another sensation to take in as much as to make the other man aware of just what he so easily did to Aoba.

“Don’t be shy, big guy,” he murmured in a space for breath, nipping at Declan’s lips. If consent and permission had to be so damn important—are you listening, Reason?—then he had to spare the moments to make sure he was encouraging as much as he could. “Put those hands everywhere you’re up for putting them.”

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe it hadn’t been all thrills and chills and violence, but it hadn’t been all boring, Desire thought, glancing back as Declan retreated. Though he never would have considered himself one for the menial things, he set himself to cleaning the dirty dishware with his thoughts turned back inwards.

So his favorite movie is about a misunderstood ‘monster’ of a man and he went to tears half over the sad ending of a movie, and half because he’s afraid of a sad end like that happening to us. You do realize how hard you’re grasping at straws by now, right?

Silence.

Desire shrugged at himself, an actual physical motion as he scrubbed at the plates. Alright then, play it this way as long as you can. But you can trust me on this one: this cold war romance isn’t really what you want.

Very sullen silence.

By the time the dishes were done, Desire was still in charge—not that he felt particularly up for anything. So, feeling satisfied in his own way for the way the night had gone, he returned to the bunkroom intent on nothing more than his half of the split-mattress bed. He had an acknowledging smile to spare for Declan, but then he was wriggling under his covers. As Reason did before him, he stretched out on his side facing the Guardian’s side, but he for one had to make no justifications for it.

“G’night, big guy.”

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
When Aoba awoke in the morning, his eyes were hazel once again. Desire was still right there behind him, of course, but the night before had been remarkably…normal. Desire had still acted out in a few ways, sure, but on the whole everything had been fine. Dinner, a movie, a little more insight into Declan’s character. It marked the first time Aoba could really start to think that he and his other aspect might actually be able to get along on a normal day-to-day. That being ‘Desire’ didn’t have to mean releasing only a more indecent, inappropriate side of himself.

Hazel eyes still greeted Declan when he returned, but they shifted back to gold before Aoba got on the Sparrow behind him. Nothing untoward about it, thankfully, and Desire only stayed up front long enough to enjoy the adrenaline rush of zooming along on the speedy machine. When exploration and research became the focus again, Reason reappeared.

Even Ren had stopped glaring so hard. Attentive ears may have caught Desire calling him ‘pup’ instead of ‘mutt’, this time.

Settled in the research station, finishing off a biscuit of his own, Aoba offered a little shrug to the Guardian’s remark. “I guess that depends on why you prefer it. Do you know, or is it just the feeling you get when you’re there?”

[personal profile] scrappyblue 2018-11-08 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Those two brief words saw Desire pulling his head back to grin, golden eyes both heated and alight with pleasure. It was the happiest the Guardian would have ever seen him look, really. Sometimes Desire was just a simple creature with simple needs, and they’d been unfulfilled for long enough that he was really quite malleable as a result.

“Atta guy,” came another low purr, Desire once again needing to do very little to read what screamed along the uppermost surface of Declan’s thoughts. But it also made him wonder, what if he encouraged him just a little more? Not enough to break the compromise, else he might never get to soak in this kind of genuine attention and affection ever again, but enough to…ease the process.

He kissed Declan again, a firm and lingering thing to tide him over for a while as he planted his feet and lifted his weight off of that maddeningly covered bulge. Aoba’s hands moved to the Guardian’s shoulders for maintained contact instead as Desire pitched his voice down, the way Aoba only half-knowingly did whenever he’d taken some of the sales calls working back in Heibon. He wasn’t going to force Declan into anything he didn’t actually want to do—but he sure was up for encouraging what he did want.

So hurry up and take them off~

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