anothercontinuity | Red vs Blue pt 2

"You are not my only hawk. I've been doing this for a long, long time. I've got Florida checking out his operation and the boys on alert; we'll go into lockdown. I am not gonna be intimidated into losing you." He stroked the side of Locus' helmet, lips twisted.

"...may I see you?" A request, always a request, the choice was always Locus' but he wanted those eyes on his right now.

A faint nod, and he reached to remove his helmet, undoing it the clasps and pulling it free. To say his expression was conflicted would have been an understatement.

But oh, the way he stared at York. The way his chest twisted painfully at the idea of losing him to this.

Those eyes hid nothing. Every emotion played out neatly across Locus' face, flickered brightly behind that pale green. His fingers combed through Locus' hair, trailing forward along his jaw. "...You are not going to lose me."

Whatever came? He'd endure it. He'd lived through worse.

"How can you be so certain?"

Knowing the tactical advantages and weaknesses of both houses? A smart man would put his money on Felix. Nothing against York or his hawks, just a simple matter of numbers. Equations. Cold, hard facts.

And Felix was motivated. That was the most damning piece yet.

Still, he wished it. He bent to that touch, closed his eyes, his jaw tightening. "I would not see you lose yourself to this. I...I am not worth it."

"We've got better armor. We've got better training. We've got the full weight of the family at our back. And you've got me." And there's nothing he's not willing to do to keep Locus safe. Keep him happy.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to Locus' forehead, lips barely brushing his skin.

"You are mine. And you- you are worth everything." All of his hawks were. Especially Locus. "You will not lose me."

Someone who would never sell him, or threaten to. Someone this devoted to a hawk...it seemed unreasonable.

And a part of him loved York for it. It was insane, inadvisable at the very best, but here he was pledging to protect him anyway.

One large hand lifted, cupping against the back of York's. "Please. Be careful. You don't know what he's capable of. I do."

Someone that loved him desperately without knowing how to say it. Without knowing if it was welcome or wanted. But he felt it, he knew he did.

"Then tell us. You know him. Help us prepare, keep us on the level. We work better with good intel. The more we know? The better we'll be able to handle this." He nosed along to find Locus' lips, his kiss light. Chaste. As loving as he could possibly manage. "We'll be careful. And we'll win."

He could almost believe it. He wanted to.

No, more than that. He would. He'd fight to see it come true. If York was willing, how could he not be? Swallowing thickly he nodded again, before pressing back into another kiss. Deeper. Searching, haunted, silently desperate.

He belonged here. He had to.

It was easy to slide his other hand along Locus' jaw to cradle his face. To lean into the kiss like he could pour himself into Locus' skin and settle there. Live in his bones, breathe in his blood, own him completely. His teeth dragged along Locus' bottom lip and Delta knocked quietly, to check in.

When York pulled away he called out. "Lock the door and bump my appointments down by-"

Taylor's eyes swept over Locus in a long, smoldering look. "Two hours."

Two hours. He intended to be quite thorough in this, then.

One hand lifted to the clasp of his armor, though hesitating before pulling it open. Permission. He'd always need permission, always need the hand peeling out of it, because he didn't belong outside of it. Not until York decided he did. Not everyone was meant to live like this, life completely at the mercy of the whims of one individual, but for a hawk? It was a privilege. It was a choice, the last choice.

"If I had to choose again...I think I would have chosen to take the hood for you," he breathed out, his weight leaning forward slightly.

"I don't know that I'd have had the courage to ask." He pressed their foreheads together, fingers sliding to the clasps along with Locus'. "Off. All of it, off."

He wanted miles and miles of skin on his desk and ignored the faint, put upon sigh on the other side of the door. Delta was capable of moving around his appointments and this? This needed reaffirming. Locus needed to know that no matter what; he was York's.

"On the desk facing me when we're done-"

The pieces of armor fell away, one by one, clattering to the ground before there was nothing but the suit. He didn't stop for an instant, forehead still pressed to York's, as he reached for the zipper and the mesh fabric peeled away from his skin.

Only when it was gone, all gone, did he turn to leverage himself onto the desk, legs parted enough for York to easily slide between them.

Red vs Blue pt 2

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