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ajremixBlack Cat ended (a couple months back). I'm sad ;_;
Title: Cause and Effect, Baby
Series: Black Cat
Rating: R, just to be safe
Word Count: 2833
Character: Train and River
Summary: After chapter 35. Random nookie.
“Yo, Bosatoge Atama.”
The firelight twisted his scowl to something almost comical. “What?”
“You cold?”
“No.”
“Hn.”
The two sat in silence on opposite ends of their makeshift camp. Restless, River got up on more than one occasion, complaining and stretching each time. After five minutes he’d go back and sit down by the fire, each time he moved slightly. By now, he was half way between where he originally sat and where his ‘companion’ (loosely used) was.
This did not go unnoticed by Train.
Quirking a dark brow at River, he decided not to say anything. A little curious as to what the martial artist was thinking, but figured he could wait and see.
He wasn’t surprised when River started talking again (And Sven calls says /I/ talk a lot, he thought), “Where do you think the others are?”
“They should be fine, if that’s what you’re asking.” Bored, Train cupped his chin in hand, idly poking the fire with a stick. “At least, Sven and Eve are.”
With an odd look, River asked, “How can you be so sure? I’m sure there’s plenty of birds that feather could’ve come from.”
“Nah. It’s from Eve.”
“How can you tell?”
“You just don’t know her enough. And I know Sven ain’t dead. He’s too stubborn to die. At least, until he’s sure Eve’s okay.”
There came a snort off to the side of the fire. Then a thoughtful silence.
“Um….”
Train knew this was going to be good.
“Are Sven and Eve….”
Oh, this definitely was going to be good.
“You know….. Together?”
“Together?”
“Yeah, like,” River tried to pantomime how ‘together’ he thought they were, “…..intimate?”
“Feh! Are you kidding? Eve’s only…. She’s…..” Train trailed off, realizing he had no idea how old the girl was. “Well, anyway, Sven’s gotta be, like, twice her age.”
“She’s seems kinda attached to him.”
“Yeah, well…..” He poked a little harsher at the fire.
“You jealous?”
“Sven’s been my partner for years. Why should I be jealous that he’s got a little kid under his wing?”
“I wasn’t exactly suggesting you be jealous of /her/.”
Train paused. Train thought. Train shot a very ugly look at River.
“What exactly are you trying to get at? Kaminari Atama?” He added for good measure. River’s shoulders tightened at the nickname.
“Would ya stop calling me that?”
Train stuck his tongue out at him. They fell silent again.
It’s getting pretty late. The dark haired man thought. We should get moving early tomorrow.
With that in mind, Train yawned and stretched. And felt something drop next to him and lean in close.
Eyes popping open, he found River next to him, hip to hip. And blushing like crazy.
“…..What are you doing?” Train slowly asked. He could keep calm. He would not freak out.
“Warmth.” The reply was short and bit off through clenched teeth. River looked like he’d rather be somewhere else.
“I’m not cold.”
“Don’t be so selfish!” He snapped. “I’m freezing, okay!?”
“You….?” In all considerations, though, Train could understand. River had nothing but a pair of loose pants and a tank top to keep him warm. Nothing compared to Train’s jacket (though it seemed determined to keep slightly damp from the impromptu swim in the ocean earlier that day) and the larger man /was/ shivering.
A sudden, wicked thought entered his mind.
“Ne, Kaminari Atama.” He practically purred. “Do you know what would really warm you up.”
Infinitely distrusting, River flickered his gaze to Train. “…..You’re talking about something perverted, aren’t you?”
“Not necessarily.”
“Yes, you are. I can see it in your eyes.”
Rolling said eyes, Train sighed. “Yeah, okay, so maybe I am. But.” He flashed a wide grin. “Can you honestly say you don’t want to?”
Oh, that wasn’t the problem. River thought. He wouldn’t dare deny Train’s sexiness. He practically /extruded/ sensuality and River wondered often about what sort of uses Train’s grace and flexibility could be put to.
He smiled like the feline he was often likened to. Then darted in, nibbling and tugging River’s bottom lip. And purring.
River fell flat on his back.
Taking advantage of the sudden change in positions, the sweep crawled languidly over the other. If Train had a tail, River was certain it would be twitching right now. He blushed brighter.
Because of the difference in height, trying to get eye level with River meant that Train’s thigh was pressing tightly against River’s crotch. Not that either of them were complaining.
“Oh?” Train said playfully. “Apparently you /do/ want to.” With a dark grin he grounded his thigh more purposefully. River had to bite off what very nearly sounded like a squeak.
If wet dreams had a body, he thought in a haze, it would be Train’s. Lithe and quick and teasing and you just want to take it every way imaginable and feel it all around you-
His thoughts were cut off when the dark haired flirt in question leaned down, lips not leaving one flushed inch of River’s face untouched. Lazily, he swiped his tongue across the taller man’s lips. On the second pass, they opened for him, large, gloved hands pulling him onto the expansive chest, sucking on it hard enough to make Train groan.
“Why are you doing this?” River asked somewhere between exploring Train’s maddening mouth and trying to remove the latter’s jacket without losing contact.
“Cause and effect, baby.” Train purred, ducking his head away and latching on to River’s neck, finding a particularly sensitive spot. “You’re cold, so I’m warming you up. I want to get laid and you’re not arguing. Make sense?”
River somehow managed to be coherent despite the fact that he desperately wanted to just melt. “I’m still not arguing.”
Train grinned. “Good.”
He leaned down, a slow, sensual kiss that left River clinging almost painfully to the smaller man. He moaned, low and rumbling. It echoed in their kiss and passed through Train’s body in a way he’d never experienced before. It made him shiver, nearly lolling his eyes back. River, noticing this, did it again, only lower and longer. It left Train almost liquid against his body. River chuckled. Train glared at him.
In response, he trailed his fingernails under River’s shirt, then scratching into his skin on the way back down. The other shivered, gaping a bit. Until it reached a point just to the side of his abdomen.
“Ah!”
Train abruptly pulled back. “What? What’s wrong?”
Trying to hide a wince, River shook his head. “It’s nothing, never mind.”
He frowned for a moment. Then abruptly pushed the thin tank top all the way to River’s armpits, nearly choking him with it.
“Che.” He barely cut off a curse. Gently, Train traced the discolored patches of skin. “You’re an idiot.” He said simply.
“What?”
At the snipish remark, Train flicked a finger against River’s head. “I thought you said that Erode guy didn’t hurt you.”
“Pureta.”
“Whatever.” Train lifted a thin eyebrow, daring him to try and get him off track.
Shifting under the gaze, River relented. “Okay, so maybe he got close once in a while. But I’m fine.”
“Really?” He prodded it again. The body beneath his tensed up.
“That was uncalled for.” Came the terse reply.
“No. /This/ is uncalled for.” He smacked River upside the head, illogically annoyed. “Why the hell didn’t you just deal with him right the first time? Instead of just playing with him.”
The other opened his mouth. Then shut it. Then opened it again, trying to think of /something/ to say in response. “Like /you’re/ one to talk. Damn showoff.”
Train could feel the annoyance growing. “Is that so?” His voice was stiff. “Fine. Whatever.” He stood up and calmly- as if the two weren’t just groping each other like they weren’t in some enemy infested woods –brushed the dirt from his pants. “Night!” He said, a little too cheery.
“Wh-Wha…..?! Train!”
Smirking to himself, he looked down at the light haired man. “Yes?” Oh my, he must really want this if he’s calling me by my name, he thought in amusement.
“You can’t just leave me like this!”
“I can’t?” He asked in surprise. “How come?”
River spluttered unintelligibly. “I-I thought you wanted to get laid!”
With a careless smile, Train shrugged. “That’s what hands are for.”
“Wha- Wait!”
Half turned, he looked back at River with a dull expression. “Hm?”
He wants you to beg, River thought bitterly to himself. Because he knows you will because he knows you want this more than him. And the worst part is, he’s right, dammit!
Swallowing his pride, he said, “Okay. I’m sorry. Just…. Just don’t leave me like this, okay?”
With that same, knowing, infuriating Cheshire grin, Train asked, “Like what?”
“Like this!” He exploded. When Train turned away again, he quickly tried to amend. “Ah! I mean-Don’t! I mean…..” grrrrrr! “I-I want you, okay?”
“Want me? I thought you didn’t like me.”
“I don’t! …..Well, not really.” With a pissed, wordless noise, River buried his hands in his hair. “Look! You annoy the piss out of me but you’re sexy as hell and I just want to do you! Right here, right now!” He glared at the other, pointing at him. “I know you want it, too, or you wouldn’t have done anything in the first place!”
He still looked bored, but there was a mischievous glint in his gold eyes. “So, what? Just a casual screw, then?”
Noticing that look, River grinned. “I’ll fuck you six ways to Sunday if you want.”
Body tight at the promise, Train wandered back into River’s lap. “We’ll just see about that.”
~*~*~*~
The sun was bright, the birds were shining and the wind was cool.
Train thought they should all go to hell.
He hurt. He hurt in more places than he thought he could hurt. It wasn’t so much that his body was covered with bruises, if felt more like his body was a bruise with patches of skin on it. He nearly cried, trying to put his pants back on he hurt so much.
And to make it worse, River was more energetic than ever.
Train glared at him in ways that could make someone want to invent three hundred ways to kill themselves but was completely ignored. Oh, he didn’t regret last night, not at all. As promised, he was certainly fucked six ways to Sunday, if that Sunday was two months away. It was probably the most enjoyable night he’s had in years (he never really found anyone that could keep up with his stamina). He was pissed because not only was River rough (as the deep bruises- predominately around his hips –proved) but he also outlasted the infamous Train Heartnet. And he wasn’t phased in the least! Not even by the deep scratches that crisscrossed his torso!
The world, Train decided, was far too unfair.
“Oi! Bosatoge Atama!” River waved from a few meters ahead. “Hurry up!”
“I’m not going one step fast than this.” Came the dark reply. He could barely keep from wincing with each step. He wondered idly if he’d have to use Bengay for this particular ailment and quickly dropped kicked the thought from his head.
Too wrapped up in his dark thoughts, he almost didn’t stop before he ran smack into River’s chest.
“What!?” He snapped.
“Here.” He was surprised at the softness in River’s voice as the martial artist turned and knelt a bit, offering Train he back. “Get on.”
“Wh-What?” To his horror, Train felt his cheeks heat up.
“I’ll carry you, c’mon.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Nope. You’re slowing us down. It would be faster if I just carried you.”
Train glowered. “No.”
The look was returned over a broad shoulder. “Either you get on my back, or I’m throwing you over my shoulder. And you’re in no condition to try to out maneuver me.”
Unable to find a way out, Train reluctantly complied. He winced slightly as he settled, but with the warmth and comforting solid back against him gradually relax fully against River, arms draped down his chest, crossed at the wrist.
….It certainly /was/ a nice day, now that Train could actually look around. Sunny, warm enough to keep the bugs in hiding and enough shade, clouds and breeze to keep one comfortable. Tightening his hold slightly, Train settled more fully on River’s strong back, wondering what the other would say if he said he was comfy.
The steady sway of his steps, hands gentle on his sore body and soft lulling made Train smile despite himself, eventually finding himself beginning to nod off.
And then he realized the soft lulling was River humming to himself. Shifting, Train got a look at River’s profile and was instantly annoyed.
He was far too happy for Train’s taste. He had to change that.
River leaned his head back. “Something wrong?”
Gold eyes lit up. “Not anymore.” And he latched his lips against River’s neck, sucking and licking with a vengeance.
“H-Hey! Stop that!” He jiggled Train against his back, but the dark haired man wouldn’t let go. “TRAIN!” He merely purred, pulling at that sweet spot and enjoying the shiver that raced down River’s spine.
“Cause and effect, baby.” He grinned against the martial artist’s neck, chuckling as the other tried to ignore the blatant hickey and wandering hands.
He totally failed.
~*~*~*~
“Ah! There they are!”
“Train! River! You made it!”
“Took long enough….”
Still perched on River’s back, Train waved enthusiastically, ignoring how strange the two of them may look. And from some of the reactions they were getting, they must have looked pretty damn strange.
River, himself, was pissed. While the day /had/ started out well enough, Train had to make the entire trip difficult by trying to see how large a hickey he could make on River’s neck, or letting his hands wander where it was difficult to focus, or pulling on his earrings and nibbling his ears to just out right dry humping his back, mewling in ways that River couldn’t help but get hard at.
Needless to say, they wound up stopping every few hours and while Train could rest, sleeping on River’s back, the latter was just short of collapsing at this point.
“Sven! Eve!” Train struggled in River’s hold as his two partners came towards them. The moment he stepped down, though, he felt all his muscles go on strike. By shear force of will, he kept standing.
Sven, ever vigilant, noticed the strained smile on the younger man’s face. “You okay?” He asked. “You two hurt?”
Hastily, Train waved off the concern. “I’m okay. Just a bit sore. River, though, needs some looking after.”
“WHAT!?” The man in question yelled. “I do NOT need-ite!”
“You were saying?” Train asked, calmly extracting his finger from River’s side.
“You’re scratched.” The three men looked down at Eve. The girl reached up and pulled slightly at River’s shirt. “You have scratches all over you.”
“Er….”
“And you have bruises, too. Look.” She pointed out a particularly dark mark on his neck. “How did you get them?”
“Um.” River covered it up with a large hand, face turning red. “Th-That was…. a close call.”
Train snickered while Sven- all too familiar with his partner’s habits –let out a sigh. “I’ll bet.”
Sending a glare Train’s way, River said, “You should see the other guy.” With a big grin, he added, “He could barely walk after I was through with him!”
The other’s snickering was cut short and he growled. “That’s because you have no class! If you had any idea what you were doing, it wouldn’t have been as bad!”
“Me? /You/ were the one telling me harder, faster, more. Not necessarily in that order, either.”
“I’d still like to be able to have full function of my body in the morning!”
“If you wanted to, you should’ve have kept on pestering me!”
The two continued to argue, ignored by anyone else. They fought all the time, it got boring after a time. Eve, however, looked confused.
“Are they talking about the same thing?” She asked Sven.
With a slightly pained expression, he patted her on the head. “I’ll explain it later.” He promised, guiding her away.
After a minute or so, the two finally realized that they were, once again, alone, the others getting camp set up. Tempers suddenly deflated, they stood there, temporarily disoriented.
“Huh.” Train scratched his head. “I guess we get set up?”
“Guess so.” River put a hand on Train’s shoulder, guiding him gently towards the others. “Here, I’ll help you set up.”
He let out something like a soft chuckle. “You’ve been amazingly nice to me today.”
For a moment, River let his hand drift down to Train’s waist, dropping a swift peck on his cheek before he went off to help out. “Cause and effect, baby,” he whispered in Train’s ear, “cause and effect.
Title: Cause and Effect, Baby
Series: Black Cat
Rating: R, just to be safe
Word Count: 2833
Character: Train and River
Summary: After chapter 35. Random nookie.
“Yo, Bosatoge Atama.”
The firelight twisted his scowl to something almost comical. “What?”
“You cold?”
“No.”
“Hn.”
The two sat in silence on opposite ends of their makeshift camp. Restless, River got up on more than one occasion, complaining and stretching each time. After five minutes he’d go back and sit down by the fire, each time he moved slightly. By now, he was half way between where he originally sat and where his ‘companion’ (loosely used) was.
This did not go unnoticed by Train.
Quirking a dark brow at River, he decided not to say anything. A little curious as to what the martial artist was thinking, but figured he could wait and see.
He wasn’t surprised when River started talking again (And Sven calls says /I/ talk a lot, he thought), “Where do you think the others are?”
“They should be fine, if that’s what you’re asking.” Bored, Train cupped his chin in hand, idly poking the fire with a stick. “At least, Sven and Eve are.”
With an odd look, River asked, “How can you be so sure? I’m sure there’s plenty of birds that feather could’ve come from.”
“Nah. It’s from Eve.”
“How can you tell?”
“You just don’t know her enough. And I know Sven ain’t dead. He’s too stubborn to die. At least, until he’s sure Eve’s okay.”
There came a snort off to the side of the fire. Then a thoughtful silence.
“Um….”
Train knew this was going to be good.
“Are Sven and Eve….”
Oh, this definitely was going to be good.
“You know….. Together?”
“Together?”
“Yeah, like,” River tried to pantomime how ‘together’ he thought they were, “…..intimate?”
“Feh! Are you kidding? Eve’s only…. She’s…..” Train trailed off, realizing he had no idea how old the girl was. “Well, anyway, Sven’s gotta be, like, twice her age.”
“She’s seems kinda attached to him.”
“Yeah, well…..” He poked a little harsher at the fire.
“You jealous?”
“Sven’s been my partner for years. Why should I be jealous that he’s got a little kid under his wing?”
“I wasn’t exactly suggesting you be jealous of /her/.”
Train paused. Train thought. Train shot a very ugly look at River.
“What exactly are you trying to get at? Kaminari Atama?” He added for good measure. River’s shoulders tightened at the nickname.
“Would ya stop calling me that?”
Train stuck his tongue out at him. They fell silent again.
It’s getting pretty late. The dark haired man thought. We should get moving early tomorrow.
With that in mind, Train yawned and stretched. And felt something drop next to him and lean in close.
Eyes popping open, he found River next to him, hip to hip. And blushing like crazy.
“…..What are you doing?” Train slowly asked. He could keep calm. He would not freak out.
“Warmth.” The reply was short and bit off through clenched teeth. River looked like he’d rather be somewhere else.
“I’m not cold.”
“Don’t be so selfish!” He snapped. “I’m freezing, okay!?”
“You….?” In all considerations, though, Train could understand. River had nothing but a pair of loose pants and a tank top to keep him warm. Nothing compared to Train’s jacket (though it seemed determined to keep slightly damp from the impromptu swim in the ocean earlier that day) and the larger man /was/ shivering.
A sudden, wicked thought entered his mind.
“Ne, Kaminari Atama.” He practically purred. “Do you know what would really warm you up.”
Infinitely distrusting, River flickered his gaze to Train. “…..You’re talking about something perverted, aren’t you?”
“Not necessarily.”
“Yes, you are. I can see it in your eyes.”
Rolling said eyes, Train sighed. “Yeah, okay, so maybe I am. But.” He flashed a wide grin. “Can you honestly say you don’t want to?”
Oh, that wasn’t the problem. River thought. He wouldn’t dare deny Train’s sexiness. He practically /extruded/ sensuality and River wondered often about what sort of uses Train’s grace and flexibility could be put to.
He smiled like the feline he was often likened to. Then darted in, nibbling and tugging River’s bottom lip. And purring.
River fell flat on his back.
Taking advantage of the sudden change in positions, the sweep crawled languidly over the other. If Train had a tail, River was certain it would be twitching right now. He blushed brighter.
Because of the difference in height, trying to get eye level with River meant that Train’s thigh was pressing tightly against River’s crotch. Not that either of them were complaining.
“Oh?” Train said playfully. “Apparently you /do/ want to.” With a dark grin he grounded his thigh more purposefully. River had to bite off what very nearly sounded like a squeak.
If wet dreams had a body, he thought in a haze, it would be Train’s. Lithe and quick and teasing and you just want to take it every way imaginable and feel it all around you-
His thoughts were cut off when the dark haired flirt in question leaned down, lips not leaving one flushed inch of River’s face untouched. Lazily, he swiped his tongue across the taller man’s lips. On the second pass, they opened for him, large, gloved hands pulling him onto the expansive chest, sucking on it hard enough to make Train groan.
“Why are you doing this?” River asked somewhere between exploring Train’s maddening mouth and trying to remove the latter’s jacket without losing contact.
“Cause and effect, baby.” Train purred, ducking his head away and latching on to River’s neck, finding a particularly sensitive spot. “You’re cold, so I’m warming you up. I want to get laid and you’re not arguing. Make sense?”
River somehow managed to be coherent despite the fact that he desperately wanted to just melt. “I’m still not arguing.”
Train grinned. “Good.”
He leaned down, a slow, sensual kiss that left River clinging almost painfully to the smaller man. He moaned, low and rumbling. It echoed in their kiss and passed through Train’s body in a way he’d never experienced before. It made him shiver, nearly lolling his eyes back. River, noticing this, did it again, only lower and longer. It left Train almost liquid against his body. River chuckled. Train glared at him.
In response, he trailed his fingernails under River’s shirt, then scratching into his skin on the way back down. The other shivered, gaping a bit. Until it reached a point just to the side of his abdomen.
“Ah!”
Train abruptly pulled back. “What? What’s wrong?”
Trying to hide a wince, River shook his head. “It’s nothing, never mind.”
He frowned for a moment. Then abruptly pushed the thin tank top all the way to River’s armpits, nearly choking him with it.
“Che.” He barely cut off a curse. Gently, Train traced the discolored patches of skin. “You’re an idiot.” He said simply.
“What?”
At the snipish remark, Train flicked a finger against River’s head. “I thought you said that Erode guy didn’t hurt you.”
“Pureta.”
“Whatever.” Train lifted a thin eyebrow, daring him to try and get him off track.
Shifting under the gaze, River relented. “Okay, so maybe he got close once in a while. But I’m fine.”
“Really?” He prodded it again. The body beneath his tensed up.
“That was uncalled for.” Came the terse reply.
“No. /This/ is uncalled for.” He smacked River upside the head, illogically annoyed. “Why the hell didn’t you just deal with him right the first time? Instead of just playing with him.”
The other opened his mouth. Then shut it. Then opened it again, trying to think of /something/ to say in response. “Like /you’re/ one to talk. Damn showoff.”
Train could feel the annoyance growing. “Is that so?” His voice was stiff. “Fine. Whatever.” He stood up and calmly- as if the two weren’t just groping each other like they weren’t in some enemy infested woods –brushed the dirt from his pants. “Night!” He said, a little too cheery.
“Wh-Wha…..?! Train!”
Smirking to himself, he looked down at the light haired man. “Yes?” Oh my, he must really want this if he’s calling me by my name, he thought in amusement.
“You can’t just leave me like this!”
“I can’t?” He asked in surprise. “How come?”
River spluttered unintelligibly. “I-I thought you wanted to get laid!”
With a careless smile, Train shrugged. “That’s what hands are for.”
“Wha- Wait!”
Half turned, he looked back at River with a dull expression. “Hm?”
He wants you to beg, River thought bitterly to himself. Because he knows you will because he knows you want this more than him. And the worst part is, he’s right, dammit!
Swallowing his pride, he said, “Okay. I’m sorry. Just…. Just don’t leave me like this, okay?”
With that same, knowing, infuriating Cheshire grin, Train asked, “Like what?”
“Like this!” He exploded. When Train turned away again, he quickly tried to amend. “Ah! I mean-Don’t! I mean…..” grrrrrr! “I-I want you, okay?”
“Want me? I thought you didn’t like me.”
“I don’t! …..Well, not really.” With a pissed, wordless noise, River buried his hands in his hair. “Look! You annoy the piss out of me but you’re sexy as hell and I just want to do you! Right here, right now!” He glared at the other, pointing at him. “I know you want it, too, or you wouldn’t have done anything in the first place!”
He still looked bored, but there was a mischievous glint in his gold eyes. “So, what? Just a casual screw, then?”
Noticing that look, River grinned. “I’ll fuck you six ways to Sunday if you want.”
Body tight at the promise, Train wandered back into River’s lap. “We’ll just see about that.”
~*~*~*~
The sun was bright, the birds were shining and the wind was cool.
Train thought they should all go to hell.
He hurt. He hurt in more places than he thought he could hurt. It wasn’t so much that his body was covered with bruises, if felt more like his body was a bruise with patches of skin on it. He nearly cried, trying to put his pants back on he hurt so much.
And to make it worse, River was more energetic than ever.
Train glared at him in ways that could make someone want to invent three hundred ways to kill themselves but was completely ignored. Oh, he didn’t regret last night, not at all. As promised, he was certainly fucked six ways to Sunday, if that Sunday was two months away. It was probably the most enjoyable night he’s had in years (he never really found anyone that could keep up with his stamina). He was pissed because not only was River rough (as the deep bruises- predominately around his hips –proved) but he also outlasted the infamous Train Heartnet. And he wasn’t phased in the least! Not even by the deep scratches that crisscrossed his torso!
The world, Train decided, was far too unfair.
“Oi! Bosatoge Atama!” River waved from a few meters ahead. “Hurry up!”
“I’m not going one step fast than this.” Came the dark reply. He could barely keep from wincing with each step. He wondered idly if he’d have to use Bengay for this particular ailment and quickly dropped kicked the thought from his head.
Too wrapped up in his dark thoughts, he almost didn’t stop before he ran smack into River’s chest.
“What!?” He snapped.
“Here.” He was surprised at the softness in River’s voice as the martial artist turned and knelt a bit, offering Train he back. “Get on.”
“Wh-What?” To his horror, Train felt his cheeks heat up.
“I’ll carry you, c’mon.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Nope. You’re slowing us down. It would be faster if I just carried you.”
Train glowered. “No.”
The look was returned over a broad shoulder. “Either you get on my back, or I’m throwing you over my shoulder. And you’re in no condition to try to out maneuver me.”
Unable to find a way out, Train reluctantly complied. He winced slightly as he settled, but with the warmth and comforting solid back against him gradually relax fully against River, arms draped down his chest, crossed at the wrist.
….It certainly /was/ a nice day, now that Train could actually look around. Sunny, warm enough to keep the bugs in hiding and enough shade, clouds and breeze to keep one comfortable. Tightening his hold slightly, Train settled more fully on River’s strong back, wondering what the other would say if he said he was comfy.
The steady sway of his steps, hands gentle on his sore body and soft lulling made Train smile despite himself, eventually finding himself beginning to nod off.
And then he realized the soft lulling was River humming to himself. Shifting, Train got a look at River’s profile and was instantly annoyed.
He was far too happy for Train’s taste. He had to change that.
River leaned his head back. “Something wrong?”
Gold eyes lit up. “Not anymore.” And he latched his lips against River’s neck, sucking and licking with a vengeance.
“H-Hey! Stop that!” He jiggled Train against his back, but the dark haired man wouldn’t let go. “TRAIN!” He merely purred, pulling at that sweet spot and enjoying the shiver that raced down River’s spine.
“Cause and effect, baby.” He grinned against the martial artist’s neck, chuckling as the other tried to ignore the blatant hickey and wandering hands.
He totally failed.
~*~*~*~
“Ah! There they are!”
“Train! River! You made it!”
“Took long enough….”
Still perched on River’s back, Train waved enthusiastically, ignoring how strange the two of them may look. And from some of the reactions they were getting, they must have looked pretty damn strange.
River, himself, was pissed. While the day /had/ started out well enough, Train had to make the entire trip difficult by trying to see how large a hickey he could make on River’s neck, or letting his hands wander where it was difficult to focus, or pulling on his earrings and nibbling his ears to just out right dry humping his back, mewling in ways that River couldn’t help but get hard at.
Needless to say, they wound up stopping every few hours and while Train could rest, sleeping on River’s back, the latter was just short of collapsing at this point.
“Sven! Eve!” Train struggled in River’s hold as his two partners came towards them. The moment he stepped down, though, he felt all his muscles go on strike. By shear force of will, he kept standing.
Sven, ever vigilant, noticed the strained smile on the younger man’s face. “You okay?” He asked. “You two hurt?”
Hastily, Train waved off the concern. “I’m okay. Just a bit sore. River, though, needs some looking after.”
“WHAT!?” The man in question yelled. “I do NOT need-ite!”
“You were saying?” Train asked, calmly extracting his finger from River’s side.
“You’re scratched.” The three men looked down at Eve. The girl reached up and pulled slightly at River’s shirt. “You have scratches all over you.”
“Er….”
“And you have bruises, too. Look.” She pointed out a particularly dark mark on his neck. “How did you get them?”
“Um.” River covered it up with a large hand, face turning red. “Th-That was…. a close call.”
Train snickered while Sven- all too familiar with his partner’s habits –let out a sigh. “I’ll bet.”
Sending a glare Train’s way, River said, “You should see the other guy.” With a big grin, he added, “He could barely walk after I was through with him!”
The other’s snickering was cut short and he growled. “That’s because you have no class! If you had any idea what you were doing, it wouldn’t have been as bad!”
“Me? /You/ were the one telling me harder, faster, more. Not necessarily in that order, either.”
“I’d still like to be able to have full function of my body in the morning!”
“If you wanted to, you should’ve have kept on pestering me!”
The two continued to argue, ignored by anyone else. They fought all the time, it got boring after a time. Eve, however, looked confused.
“Are they talking about the same thing?” She asked Sven.
With a slightly pained expression, he patted her on the head. “I’ll explain it later.” He promised, guiding her away.
After a minute or so, the two finally realized that they were, once again, alone, the others getting camp set up. Tempers suddenly deflated, they stood there, temporarily disoriented.
“Huh.” Train scratched his head. “I guess we get set up?”
“Guess so.” River put a hand on Train’s shoulder, guiding him gently towards the others. “Here, I’ll help you set up.”
He let out something like a soft chuckle. “You’ve been amazingly nice to me today.”
For a moment, River let his hand drift down to Train’s waist, dropping a swift peck on his cheek before he went off to help out. “Cause and effect, baby,” he whispered in Train’s ear, “cause and effect.
