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When he was still studying at F.O.S, the Gray Raven commandant had this Junior. A year or two under him, somewhat famous for his pretty face, which the Raven discovered hid a rather nasty tongue. This Junior had a good head on his shoulders, like a boon in exchange for his frail body. He also gave good head, something the young, not-yet-Gray-Raven-Commandant had discovered when he had weighed the lovely face against the sour disposition and took his chances.
Ok, well sue him. The rest of the body was as good as the head. Honest. The duty of a youth is to make mistakes isn’t it? A lot of mistakes. In various places. At odd hours. The Raven would have sworn up and down that it was worth it if he weren’t sane and keeping his mouth shut.
And he never dated that Junior per se. (If that was any consolation at all.) These were very openly nothing more than one-and-a-few night stands, coupled with pretending-not-to-know-each-other mornings. And it was also a short relation that dwindled away quickly, till come the Raven’s final year they were barely even passing by each other in the halls, and he never saw that Junior again once graduation passed. No actual goodbyes, and a last meeting so mundane he could barely recall it. Was it a glimpse of wheat coloured hair at the graduation party perhaps? A fleeting connection, one of many the Raven was begrudgingly finding his life to be full of.
But it had become a somewhat fond memory of youthfulness the Raven had left to collect dust in his mind- not often perused, but carefully kept. He honestly liked that pretty faced Junior, sometimes for more than that pretty face. But now he had reached the sort of time where even the brief stray thought that he was most likely to never see this Junior again had long since stopped floating about his mind. And fate was a strange thing, the Raven mused, because this faded recollection of a Junior was standing in front him today.
His face is still good, the Raven thought at first, and then a very clear, ultra HD 4K resolution memory of that face wrapped around his cock blasted into his mind with such a force the Raven had to tear his eyes away, focusing instead to where his pretty Junior’s hand was for some strange reason being held by one of his squad members.
“Oh, Commandant,” Lee greeted, and the Raven was close to taken aback by the happiness in his tone. It was significantly different from its usual snark, and there was a quirk in his lips that would have taken the Raven effort to rouse. “What a coincidence, running into you here.”
He hummed in vague agreement and made the mistake of looking at his pretty Junior again. The memory of how sweetly he would moan when the Raven bent him over a desk threatened to override his auditory facilities. He tried to focus back to Lee. It didn’t work. He tried to vividly imagine the look on Lee’s face if he knew what he was thinking about. It worked.
“Lee! Going to the WGAA’s galleries on your off day? You didn’t strike me as the type.”
The Raven was trying to latch onto the unusualness of Lee now, dressed up in a gallery, features softened, a shift in personality that was at least ninety-degrees from his work attitude. Who put a beret on Lee? The poofy-ness of it gave him a sense of cuteness. And the glasses. Hmm, good taste. No, bad thought spiral. Bad bad bad. Think about something else.
He could not control his eyes for long- they made an involuntary flick back to his Junior. Come to think of it, was he sure that was his Junior? He hadn’t seen him in so long, and his hair was longer. He was only about, 59% sure? His brain helpfully pulled up another vivid picture of a midnight tryst to reference. The way his nape would flush as his head bobbed the Raven’s cock. The way milky thighs would easily redden under his grip. Wet lips, bitten pink. The goosebumps on his back when the Raven kissed his spine. More images. He was about 73% sure. More images, and he imagined kicking himself. I got the message, the Raven signalled to his brain. Stop.
“Oh, I’m accompanying my younger brother,” Lee gestured to the man the Raven was trying very hard not to perceive. “This is Murray, my younger brother. Murray this is my commandant.”
Oh. Ohhhhh. Oh, fuck.
“So this is your younger brother,“ the Raven responded in a very normal tone of voice. “Pleasure to meet you,” said the Raven very normally as he offered a very normal handshake which he performed in a very normal way.
Ohhhhh fuckkkk.
“The pleasure is mine,” the Junior, no, the younger brother said pleasantly. “Thank you for taking care of my brother so far, Gray Raven Commandant.“
He waited with bated breath but the moment passed and time moved on. Maybe it wasn’t the Junior then? The Raven could not see a flicker of recognition in those blue eyes, and the mental film reel of various bare body parts was stuttering in confusion. Only 38% sure?
“What brings you here, Commandant?” Lee inquired, and the Raven made a note of his observations on Lee’s behaviour. He must get along with his brother very well, to be so visibly enthused just by spending time together. And if his brother went F.O.S, surely Lee would have said something by now, right? An passing remark, an inquiry to his status, maybe even a request to transfer to his brother’s squad, as prickly had he had been in the beginning.
The likelihood of Lee’s brother being the Raven’s Junior steadily decreased, and his mental archive of pornography dejectedly retreated back into the recesses of his mind. The Raven watched it go triumphantly. He liked that Junior for more than his face, he swore. He just couldn’t help that the sex was the vast majority and most vivid of their interactions.
“Free tickets to the latest exhibit- one of those job perk things,” the Raven remarked offhandedly. A case of mistaken identity, phew. Embarrassing, but survivable. “Don’t let me take up too much of your off day- it was nice running into you Lee.“
“Likewise Commandant.”
The Raven allowed himself to relax and look back at the younger brother properly- Murray, was it? His similarities to Lee were remarkably slim, and despite being younger he was slightly taller. He raised a hand in a lazy wave goodbye and attempted to politely nod at Murray over Lee’s shoulder to make up for very impolitely avoiding his gaze during the entire first half of their interaction. Murray returned it, and then his face twitched. For a moment, it flashed into a very familiar look of scathing disdain, before snapping back into a controlled veneer of sheepish politeness. It was gone in less than a second, but the Raven was very, very familiar with that face. It was, after all, the face that most commonly preluded them having destructive sex on school property.
Oh yeah, this was 100% percent his pretty faced Junior.
Lee furrowed his brows in confusion as the Raven let out an ugly, choking noise, hand frozen mid-wave. “…Commandant?”
Two very unfortunate things were happening now. Firstly, the ultra HD photo real had returned with a vengeance. The Raven could no longer look at any inch of the man before him without a very helpful image what those inches looked like under those clothes was immediately supplied to him by his traitorous bastard of a brain. Truly, a traitor on par with the liked of Judas and Brutus.
Secondly, and this was much more dangerous, a very bad pavlovian reaction to seeing that face was taking place in his pants.
“SorryLeeIJustRememberedIHaveSomethingINeedToDoItsAnUrgentMatterTotalEmergencyNiceSeeingYouGottaGoBye!”
As Lee watched his decorated, respectable Commandant flail and flee out of the gallery, attracting curious gazes and disdainful whispers, his brother hummed thoughtfully at his shoulder.
“Oh, your Commandant seems like a rather busy man, brother.”
Lee felt and eye twitch. “He… has a few strange moments here and there. But he’s not bad at all.”
Lee watched his Commandant run into a glass door with a bang.
“Let’s just go to the next section.”
The Raven was fucked.
Being trapped behind enemy lines would have been preferable to this because at worst that would have resulted him getting a shiny posthumous medal, a speech about his incredible valour by the president at his fancy funeral, maybe even a small memorial statue at a park. At best he could have called, say, Lucia to come help him and they would go home so Liv could scold him for being so reckless in combat.
But since he was trapped in the mens room of a museum and not in some ruins on Earth he could not call upon his squad. And unlike the corrupted, the stubborn tent in his pants was not a problem solvable by swords and guns.
“Go down,” he hissed. “Go. Back. Down!” He hoped no one else was in this restroom hearing him talk to his dick. He’d only managed to get as far as what he hoped was a secluded restroom in the building before his problem could become very visibly obvious. He could not walk all the way back to his home in this state. And if he couldn’t mentally will away the stunningly preserved selection of memories from his school days he was going to have to suffer some level of personally indignity.
See, sex in a public restroom cubicle was something the Raven could do. Happily too. But wanking in a public restroom cubicle was in lonely degenerate territory. An insult to his pride and ability. A level of awkwardness he had to fully bear the brunt of with no partner to share it with. But traitorous thing in his pants was conspiring with the traitorous thing in his head and it was was not leaving until he did what it wanted. Honestly. Fighting corrupted was easier than this.
“Fine,” he hissed at it. “You win!”
The Raven reached down and popped the button of the his pants. The restroom door swung open. He froze.
There was a clear, click-clack rhythm from a pair of good shoes and a steady gait across ceramic tiles. From the gap under the cubicle door the Raven could see a shadow fall across his door as the unknown person stopped before it. Then there was another click, but this time of the lock being forced open from the other side. The Raven managed to yank his shirt down over his half-open fly before his pretty faced Junior slid into the stall, closing the door behind him.
There was a delirious moment of silence as the Raven gaped at the other man, and the Junior appraised his disheveled state with a look best described as open disappointment.
“Really? Just from glaring you?” He asked, gesturing to the Raven’s groin. “What are you, a dog?”
“Your glaring face and your horny face have almost no difference!” The Raven defended. “And for how long have you been Lee’s brother?!”
His Junior’s brows creased in confusion. “Since I was born? All your blood’s really gone south hasn’t it?”
The Raven sputtered, and tried to rise from the toilet seat. He was a dignified Commandant of the Babylonian army and he was not going to get cornered by a younger, frailer man in a public toilet- but except he was, because his Junior sighed deeply, and dropped to his knees in a familiar pose, the sight of which affected the Raven so badly he froze with his mouth agape.
“Sit back down.”
“Wha-”
“Sit down, Raven.”
The tone, the name- it worked. His Junior had never called him that before. Then again he had never run into his Junior since assuming the title, up till today. It felt strange, confusing, even, to hear it from him, when his Junior knew his real name.
“You- you’re going to call me that?” Not good. He was already breathless.
His Junior raised an eyebrow, his knobbly long fingers in the hem of the Raven’s duck patterned boxers, a final barrier before the event horizon. “Is it not customary to refer to Commandants by their callsigns once they’ve taken over a squad? You’ve been the Raven for almost three years now haven’t you?”
“Yeah but-” he made a vague, wild gesture with a hand. “You’ve known me since before.”
Strange strange strange. The people he knew from school were either comrades in arms now, or epitaphs on gravestones. So. Fellow callsigns. Egret, Woodcock, Argali. And here was his Junior. Murray. It felt odd to be the Raven here, in this cramped bathroom stall. Uneven, unbalanced.
Something in his Junior’s face seemed to soften as he watched the Raven’, expressions shifting across his features like the way light turned his namesake’s feathers iridescent. “You think too much.“
He pulled down the hem of his boxers and the Raven hissed as his cock hit cold air, a choked moan following suit as his Junior licked a wet stripe up his shaft.
The memory reel started playing again. His brain strangely made the decision to include things other than sex this time- like the rare times his junior would frown over the Raven’s school work and make corrections here and there. Warm tea, in a quiet corner of the campus on a day where his Junior had looked pale. Then it came back to sex, which his Junior was good at, good enough that all the scathing remarks with no real venom behind them became worth it.
Still no gag reflex, the Raven had time to think as his junior swallowed around him. Was it even possible to lose that ability? No? Oh, but his tongue work improved a lot, the Raven though as a movement around the head of his cock made him shudder, full bodies. Had he been practicing? With who? Was this really the time to think of his Junior having sex with other people? Maybe. No, probably not.
Teeth brushing over skin, the sharpness making him flinch and moan. The tightness as his Junior swallowed became an unforgiving squeeze, then it eased and the Raven shuddered. The way his Junior’s fingers tangled and tugged at his balls was familiar, and he thought he could imagine the uniforms they used to wear if he closed his eyes. A more familiar time.
The Raven was panting now, face warm. Close. Too close, too fast. God, was he getting old? A lock of hair had fallen past his Junior’s face, so the Raven reached down to tuck it back behind an ear. His Junior’s face had also stayed cute, but it wavered a bit closer to handsome now. A small buzz on his wrist-terminal interrupted his thoughts, a notification lighting up the small screen.
LEE: Commandant, are you alright? You seemed ill.
Close. Too close. Murray’s own terminal, tucked into the breast pocket of his jacket, buzzed and lit up, a blue square light shining through the fabric. The Raven had a feeling it was the same person messaging him. An older brother. A younger brother. Their faces weren’t so similar- ah but maybe they were. The Raven had thought Lee was cute when he first saw him.
He came. His Junior swallowed.
Somewhere between his Junior straightening his clothes and him putting his pants back on the spell broke. The haze lifted, and the feeling that he had just done something he really shouldn’t have was starting to nibble on the edges of the Raven’s mind. Look at me, the teething thought said. I’m not going anywhere. Head full of traitors, he cursed inwardly. The Raven shook his head and made his move.
It was always odd to linger when the moment passed. Odder still to reach for the door and find that the moment was also lingering past it’s time.
The Raven blinked at the hand over his, and tracked it upwards to the Junior who owned it.
“Don’t tell him,” The Junior said.
“I know you don’t have a very high opinion of me, but you could at least give me some credit and not think I was such a degenerate that I would run out to tell my squad member his younger brother just gave me a really good blowjob in the bathroom-“
“Theo.”
It had been a long time since anyone used the Raven’s name. His Junior looked like he was struggling to say it.
“Don’t tell my brother I went to F.O.S.”
A request, or a favour. A payment. Perhaps this was why he had drifted away from his Junior, despite all the parts of him he could easily love. It was that look, the one he had now. Calculations running behind his eyes. Everything has a price, so only take what you can buy and pay for what is given. A reminder, that the world their eyes reflected were not the same.
The Raven sighed. “Alright. I won’t.”
The Junior’s hand released him, and the Raven stepped out and away from him.