[ His face is still blazing in the darkness, and it is unfortunately visible in the light from his halo, but Flynn smiles all the same, something fluttering in his belly at the words. Yuri hasn't really acknowledged, beyond those few mornings, anything they're doing, or how often he really has been coming to Flynn's room. ]
That's how it is, huh? You could just tell me you didn't want me to come around.
[ He leans his cheek on his hand, grinning at Flynn. His tail is swishing behind him, ears perked up. Flirting, it turns out, is pretty fun when you actually like the other person. Being somewhat tipsy, he forgets to be weird about this, that he shouldn't be this overt about how much he likes Flynn, that he was trying to play it cool.
All of the cool is right out the window now ]
Well, I see how it is... guess I'm sleeping alone tonight, back up in my treehouse...
And a hundred other adjectives besides, but grinning like that, with his ears high and his eyes bright and a little flush over the bridge of his nose, it's hard to think anything but he's so cute and I want to kiss him with a warm little flutter in his belly.
His own smile is affection-soaked and kind of ridiculous. His face bounces on the screen as he speeds up, heading for the fire. ]
You could do that, yes. You'd be safe from the miscreant that way.
You know what, though? [ Yuri leans in toward the screen, his grin somehow growing. His tail flick flicks behind him, just visible in the frame ] He already got to me. Damn guy, giving alcohol out like it's candy! You really, uh, you gotta stop him.
[ Flynn mocks a horrified gasp, and it works for about three seconds before he cracks into laughter. ]
Oh no! He's more dangerous than I thought. I'd better—
[ The fire is just visible nearby, and Flynn's own grin widens. ]
-take him in as soon as possible.
[ And he cuts the feed just as he flaps his wings hard enough to launch himself off the ground. Technically his patrol is over, and every part of him wants to kiss that grin right off Yuri's face. It's so impulsive and so silly but he lands behind Yuri in a rustle of feathers and lets a hand slide over his shoulder. ]
[ Yuri lets himself be disappointed for a bare second, staring at his now-blank relic before he hears the rustle of wings, and then a hand is on his shoulder, and his heart speeds up, but he doesn't move. His tail swishes against Flynn's hip ]
[ For a bare second Flynn is tempted to swing his legs across Yuri's lap, press himself close, but—this is a public place, and there are other people around, and so he only presses himself closer, letting his fingers trail over the nape of Yuri's neck under his hair. ]
[ Yuri shivers, with the promise from Flynn, the thrill of having him close, the intense desire Yuri has to be with him. Is it the soulmate thing? He doesn't know. He doesn't really care right now.
He glances back at Flynn with a smile, his eyes dropping to Flynn's lips almost immediately. Fuck, he wants to kiss him. ]
[ Something electric jolts down Flynn's spine. His wings twitch, all feather and alertness. The tips of his fingers press up into Yuri's hair, rubbing idly. ]
I'm dealing with him as we speak, as a matter of fact. Come with me.
Oh, scary. You gonna take me in? [ He breaks the bit with a laugh, a laugh that's basically a giggle, which he would be embarrassed about, but he isn't thinking about it right now.
He goes easily with Flynn, liking the feeling of Flynn's hand in his hair ] No jail here, Mr. Knight.
[ Flynn should be thinking harder about this, probably, but Yuri is pliant and laughing and so warm. He guides him off the log with a steady hand. He can't kiss Yuri here: it's too public, there are too many people, but his blood thrums with the nearness of him, and the night of possibility unspooling around them. ]
Oh, Captain. [ Yuri laughs, and leans into him a little as they walk. His tail keeps brushing Flynn, like he doesn't want to stop touching him, which he doesn't ] That's weird. That's weird, right? You're not a Captain! You're my best friend.
[ Absurd that the simple bend of Yuri's voice around my best friend sends Flynn's stomach fluttering off to some other part of himself, makes him grin stupidly at the ground. One of his wings extends. Feathers brush Yuri's arm, and then Flynn, feeling bold, lets his hand slide from the nape of Yuri's neck to his shoulders, wrapping around him. ]
Hell no. [ Yuri says even as he tucks himself against Flynn's side, his arm going around Flynn's lower back, their bodies pressed together and it feels right. It feels like how they're meant to be, and something settles in him. Why has he been so scared of this? Why hasn't he been able to see that Flynn wants this, that Flynn's happy to be with him, too?
Maybe Flynn does want this as much as he does. He grins at him, his face so close to Flynn's. His wing is mostly shielding them, and Yuri just... leans in. Takes the opportunity, and kisses him on the corner of his mouth. ] I can't be best friends with a Captain. Wouldn't work.
Oh— [ Flynn starts to say, and then Yuri, close and warm, kisses him and everything trails off into a distracted, pleased sort of hum. His eyes flutter a bit even as Yuri pulls away, and his smile, when Yuri continues, is nearly as bright as the halo flaring above his head. ] I see.
What? [ Yuri snorts a laugh and nudges him with his hip. ] No way! It's not, not about that. I'd just be thrown in jail every other day. I can't be buddies with the guys who do that. Come on, you really wanna be like the Tweedles? Like LeBlanc? Nah, man. You're way cooler than they are.
Flynn blinks, his fingers tightening on Yuri's shoulder. Yuri thinks he's cooler than the Schwann Brigade? ]
I... suppose it is rather easy to be cooler than they are.
[ But then, why does that make him feel so warm? Flynn swallows, pushes past it, unsteady with affection. ]
But I—no. I don't want to be like them.
[ A beat. The cool night air settles. Flynn rushes on, hurried and honest in a way he has only ever been to Yuri, words tripping over themselves in their haste to escape the prison of his teeth: ]
[ Yuri glances at him (mistake, mistake, fuck, wait, these feelings are different, this is something he isn't feeling, this is a strange kind of elation, a joy, a discomfort, and he doesn't know how to read that, what to do with it), and then leans in a little closer, narrowing his eyes and holding his gaze ]
You are better than them. They suck. They haven't beaten me, not even once! You beat me every damn time, you're, you're so damn good, Flynn. You're fucking amazing.
[ Flynn can't look away. He's pinned in place by the intensity of Yuri's eyes and the heat in his words, clear and strong, the way he says things that he really believes (Flynn has always loved that voice the most, the voice Yuri gets, deep and full of conviction, when he truly cares about something and lets everyone know it).
He swallows, his wings flaring out and then falling again. ]
Maybe...
[ His voice is soft. Something swells in him, warm, ballooning up until it forces all the air from Flynn's lungs. He swallows, and leans in, and kisses Yuri, slow and sweet, lets it linger, and pulls away tasting marshmallows. ]
Maybe you should keep practicing, then.
[ The words are a taunt but his voice is so soft. ]
[ The kiss has him a little unsteady, leaning in, chasing his lips, before Flynn's words catch up with him and he growls, shoving at Flynn's gut ]
I am practicing, you asshole. I'm going to beat you. I'm going to take you and your, your stupid wings right down! Hell, I don't think you can take the panther.
[ Flynn's laughter is only tempered by the fact that he shoves his way into Yuri's space again, letting his wings flare wide like a threat and then kissing him. ]
[ Well, now he has to prove it. He kisses Flynn again, and in the middle of the kiss, he transforms into a panther, big paws pressing against Flynn's chest, fuzzy muzzle squishing against his face. He shoves at Flynn with a low growl ]
[ It turns out it actually is kind of hard to wrestle with a panther, particularly when you are laughing while you try. Flynn lets himself get rammed, skids back in the grass with the impact, and then wraps both arms around Yuri to give back as good as he gets, laughing himself breathless the whole time.
He's still laughing by the time they come to a panting stop in the grass, side-by-side, with no clear winner. Stars wheel dizzy overhead, and Flynn's wings stretch out wide. ]
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In that case, I'm definitely hanging up.
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[ He leans his cheek on his hand, grinning at Flynn. His tail is swishing behind him, ears perked up. Flirting, it turns out, is pretty fun when you actually like the other person. Being somewhat tipsy, he forgets to be weird about this, that he shouldn't be this overt about how much he likes Flynn, that he was trying to play it cool.
All of the cool is right out the window now ]
Well, I see how it is... guess I'm sleeping alone tonight, back up in my treehouse...
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And a hundred other adjectives besides, but grinning like that, with his ears high and his eyes bright and a little flush over the bridge of his nose, it's hard to think anything but he's so cute and I want to kiss him with a warm little flutter in his belly.
His own smile is affection-soaked and kind of ridiculous. His face bounces on the screen as he speeds up, heading for the fire. ]
You could do that, yes. You'd be safe from the miscreant that way.
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Oh no! He's more dangerous than I thought. I'd better—
[ The fire is just visible nearby, and Flynn's own grin widens. ]
-take him in as soon as possible.
[ And he cuts the feed just as he flaps his wings hard enough to launch himself off the ground. Technically his patrol is over, and every part of him wants to kiss that grin right off Yuri's face. It's so impulsive and so silly but he lands behind Yuri in a rustle of feathers and lets a hand slide over his shoulder. ]
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Oh man, he's gonna get me again, isn't he?
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[ For a bare second Flynn is tempted to swing his legs across Yuri's lap, press himself close, but—this is a public place, and there are other people around, and so he only presses himself closer, letting his fingers trail over the nape of Yuri's neck under his hair. ]
I have a plan.
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He glances back at Flynn with a smile, his eyes dropping to Flynn's lips almost immediately. Fuck, he wants to kiss him. ]
Oh, yeah? You gonna deal with the guy?
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I'm dealing with him as we speak, as a matter of fact. Come with me.
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He goes easily with Flynn, liking the feeling of Flynn's hand in his hair ] No jail here, Mr. Knight.
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That's Captain to you.
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I can't be both a captain and your best friend?
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Maybe Flynn does want this as much as he does. He grins at him, his face so close to Flynn's. His wing is mostly shielding them, and Yuri just... leans in. Takes the opportunity, and kisses him on the corner of his mouth. ] I can't be best friends with a Captain. Wouldn't work.
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[ Affection, heady and bright, soaks his words. ]
It would be bad for your image.
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Flynn blinks, his fingers tightening on Yuri's shoulder. Yuri thinks he's cooler than the Schwann Brigade? ]
I... suppose it is rather easy to be cooler than they are.
[ But then, why does that make him feel so warm? Flynn swallows, pushes past it, unsteady with affection. ]
But I—no. I don't want to be like them.
[ A beat. The cool night air settles. Flynn rushes on, hurried and honest in a way he has only ever been to Yuri, words tripping over themselves in their haste to escape the prison of his teeth: ]
I want to be better than them.
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You are better than them. They suck. They haven't beaten me, not even once! You beat me every damn time, you're, you're so damn good, Flynn. You're fucking amazing.
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He swallows, his wings flaring out and then falling again. ]
Maybe...
[ His voice is soft. Something swells in him, warm, ballooning up until it forces all the air from Flynn's lungs. He swallows, and leans in, and kisses Yuri, slow and sweet, lets it linger, and pulls away tasting marshmallows. ]
Maybe you should keep practicing, then.
[ The words are a taunt but his voice is so soft. ]
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I am practicing, you asshole. I'm going to beat you. I'm going to take you and your, your stupid wings right down! Hell, I don't think you can take the panther.
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[ Flynn's laughter is only tempered by the fact that he shoves his way into Yuri's space again, letting his wings flare wide like a threat and then kissing him. ]
I can take the panther.
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Prove it.
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bodycheck the panther.
It's the only possible move. ]
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As soon as he hits the ground, he's back at it, rushing toward Flynn, attempting to bowl him over with big paws on his chest ]
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He's still laughing by the time they come to a panting stop in the grass, side-by-side, with no clear winner. Stars wheel dizzy overhead, and Flynn's wings stretch out wide. ]
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