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You whisper to FlameFrags: r u up
Wemmbu stared at the time on the screen of his communicator; 1:24 AM. He couldn’t sleep, constantly shifting in the provided bed trying to get comfortable and clear his mind. But a deep settled restlessness was etched in his bones, keeping him awake at this hour.
District 13 was quiet, Wemmbu could faintly hear the snores of his teammates if he listened close enough. Parrot had provided them with bedrooms for the night, him and Spoke leading the planning going into taking down the LAW. Their speeches were incredibly boring, preaching peace and… whatever else they said. Wemmbu never really paid them any attention.
A soft ding drew his attention back to his communicator.
FlameFrags whispers to you: yeah
You whisper to FlameFrags: wyd
He's only half surprised that Flame responded. Neither of them never rested well in unfamiliar places. The next response took about a minute.
FlameFrags whispers to you: idk
FlameFrags whispers to you: cant sleep
Wemmbu smiles softly, typing the next message eagerly.
You whisper to FlameFrags: come over
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It takes ten minutes before a soft knock arrives at the door. Wemmbu rolls out of bed and gently opens it, trying not to let it creak and wake anyone up. Flame stands in his doorway, hair disheveled, wearing plaid sweatpants and a fitted tank top that outlined his toned muscles and abs.
“What took you so long?” Wemmbu jokes quietly, grabbing Flame’s arm and dragging him inside. He carefully closed the door and turned to the man standing in his room.
“Dude, I forgot which room was yours and I accidentally opened someone else’s. I had to check our chat history to find it.” Flame’s voice is low even in the sealed room. They weren't risking anything.
Wemmbu runs his hands down Flame’s torso, tracing his fingers over the hard muscle. “Whose?”
“Zam’s. Y’know he sleeps with a stuffed animal?” The extra comment was added so Flame could hide his embarrassment, Wemmbu could feel his skin heat up under his hands.
Wemmbu starts snickering, “You could have just asked.”
Flame glares at him, leaning closer.
Wemmbu continues laughing at him softly.
He is silenced by the press of a hot mouth against his.
Wemmbu grins into the kiss, bringing his arms to loop around Flame’s neck and play with the knot behind the blindfold. The kiss wasn’t rushed or urgent, but soft and caring in ways they could only be in private. Finally getting the fabric free, he drags it from Flame’s face and pulls his head away to look at him.
Amber eyes meet purple-black.
Flames hands find their way to rest on his lean waist, and pull him closer for another kiss. Wemmbu relaxes at the contact, a sigh of content escaping against Flame’s lips. Here, in the privacy of Wemmbu’s room, they could be together in peace.
They’d been together for… how many months now? Around three or four at this point, calling it official (between themselves, not to anyone else) right before his ‘invisible knight’ identity started. At first, they didn’t know how to go about with this new relationship, the transition from being rivals, always fighting and at each other's throats, to this unrelinquished passion between them making them both unsure of how to announce it.
They never did.
It wasn’t like they were embarrassed or anything, Wemmbu would love to be able to hug and kiss and just be with Flame any time he wanted. But…it was kind of awkward. To everyone else’s knowledge, they hate each other. A lot. They knew of their infamous fights for the title of ‘the strongest,’ so announcing a relationship would certainly result in more than head scratches. Again, Wemmbu wasn’t embarrassed of Flame and vice versa, but they knew that people would start to become suspicious of them. If their rivalry had been all a sham. An act. Pretending to be enemies and have insane fights all for the sake of attention. Flame and Wemmbu had, in the past, killed many players who got in between their rivalry. An announcement would make a lot of people mad at them and it could very possibly ruin both of their reputations.
So they stayed silent. Even to their friends, the very people who slept along the hallway outside.
Wemmbu broke the kiss, tilting his head as he studied Flame. Long, purple hair fell into his face. “Why couldn’t you sleep?” He kept his voice low.
“Not sure,” Flame whispered, lifting a finger and pulling the hair out of Wemmbu’s face, tucking it behind his ear, “maybe it's the fact we might die in two days. Maybe it’s just that I don’t fully trust this plan that Parrot and Spoke have. Maybe…” he sighed, “my room is too far from you.”
Wemmbu smiled at that last comment. “You never get nervous about battles.” He said, matter-of-factly.
“This isn’t just a battle. This is war. I—We have so much to lose.” He brushed his fingers along the his waist for clarification.
Flame stepped back, only for a moment, then guided Wemmbu towards the bed. They got comfy under the covers, the small bed making them press close together. Not like they wouldn’t have done that anyway. Wemmbu’s back pressed against Flames chest, his head pillowed against the muscled arm. He felt the other arm pull up and wrap around his waist again, fully embracing Wemmbu as if scared he would disappear.
Wemmbu could feel the tension ease from his body as Flame wrapped himself around him. The air was calm, comfortable silence besides the gentle breathing of the couple. A few moments passed in peaceful quiet.
“...do you think we’ll win?” Flame’s question is quiet, his hold tightened around him. “Against LAW?”
Wemmbu frees his own arm from under him and gently rests it against Flame’s, fingers gently stroking the others. “Yeah. I know we’ll win. Because,” he threaded his fingers through his, “they’ll be fighting an army that has the two strongest players.”
Flame is silent for a moment, then tilts his head down and presses a soft kiss to the top of Wemmbu’s head. Another moment passes then—
“I call dibs on Sarge LAW.”
You can't be serious.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I totally am. You can have Deputy Ace or whatever that other commander is, God of whatever.”
Wemmbu sits up, half facing Flame. “Dude, Sarge LAW probably wants to kill me more than he wants to kill you.”
“Oh, right. ‘For my brother!!’” Flame mimicked the Law commander's gruffy voice.
“Besides, GodofWar is like, probably the best out of all the commanders. You’ll have fun fighting him. Sarge LAW is a quick drop.”
Flame let out a long hmm, leaning over to press his face against Wemmbu’s cheek. “I suppose. Only if you ask nicely.”
“Shut the fuck up.” There was no real malice behind Wemmbu’s tone, just playful banter. “I guess whoever gets to him first. Unless…” Wemmbu twisted his neck a bit so he was directly facing Flame, their faces inches apart, “you’d fight me over it.”
Flame laughed, closing the space and kissing him gently. Wemmbu titled his head to deepen the kiss, his heart filling with warmth. How did I fall for this idiot, he thought fondly. He felt a shift in the mattress as Flame settled over him, one hand keeping him balanced next to Wemmbu’s head and the other caressing his cheek. They stayed like that for a bit, content to just stay in each other's presence. Wemmbu felt himself get sleepy and the weight of drowsiness settled behind his eyes. He pulled away with a yawn and closed his eyes for a moment.
When he opened them again, he saw Flame looking down at him with such emotion—such affection— that Wemmbu cracked a sleepy grin. It was nice to be around Flame when he didn’t have his blindfold on, his eyes were always so expressive.
Flame settled behind him again, resuming their position from earlier. Wemmbu practically melted into him, leaning slightly against the warm body. Their legs tangled under the sheets and he heard Flame sigh tiredly. Somewhere, Wemmbu distantly remembered that they weren't in Flame’s bed or his base, but a bed that had many, many people surrounding them on the side of a mountain.
“You—” He was cut off by another yawn, “should go back to your room…”
Flame mumbles something incoherent, muffled by Wemmbu’s hair. Then, more clearly, “Mmm… too comfy…”
“We’re gonna get caught.” But his voice is a quiet whisper, and as sleep dragged him down he found that he didn't really care.
“...don’t care.” Flame mumbles, and then his breathing deepens. His arms tighten around Wemmbu one last time before going still. Wemmbu snuggles his head further into Flame’s comfy arm, breathing him in, the familiar earthy scent sending him further into unconsciousness.
Eventually, it claims him whole.