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esp_dragonv2) wrote2018-12-24 02:13 pm
esp_dragonv2) wrote2018-12-24 02:13 pm
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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Recovering after a fight is the normal state of things; sometimes, things go a little differently.
Notes: Christmas gift for madameazzure. ^--^
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 576
Status: Complete
Tao sighed, twirling his cables between his fingers as he paced the living room. Another fight they'd just scraped through. They'd all lived, M-21 taking the most damage. It was part of the plan. M-21 knew that. Tao knew that. M-21 had the best regeneration out of them all, and had the best ability of drawing out an enemy's anger.
It still left a dull ache in Tao's chest when they had to carry M-21 home.
Unconscious. Better than dead.
"Frankenstein didn't seem too worried," Takeo said, watching him from the couch.
"I know." It was Boss. If Boss wasn't worried, then M-21 would be fine. "You're cleaning your pistols for the third time."
Takeo glanced down at the mound of newspaper he'd used, his hands tinted from the oil. "Ah..."
They knew M-21 would be fine; that didn't stop them worrying.
Tao's head snapped up when the living room door opened. Boss was there, a small crease between his brows.
Something unexpected, but not catastrophic.
"What is it?" Tao asked, seeing Takeo get to his feet from the corner of his eyes.
Boss shook his head. "The surgery went well - he's healing in the recovery room right now. He was, however," Boss continued, "resisting the anesthesia more, so I had to give him a stronger dose. He should be affected for a little longer, but given how fast he metabolises drugs, he may not."
Tao nodded slowly. M-21 might not be acting like himself, but that wasn't something to worry about. "Got it, Boss."
Boss stepped aside and Tao and Takeo rushed for the recovery room.
M-21 was already blinking up at the ceiling when Tao entered the room, and Tao grinned, grabbing a nearby chair. "Hey, M," he said, straddling the chair and resting his elbows on the back, "ya woke up a lot faster than Boss expected - congrats!" Always best to compliment M-21 when he first woke up after a fight.
"Love you."
"Huh?" Tao blinked. And blinked again. Had he heard-? Oh, right, right, Boss had said M-21 might be affected by the drugs.
"And I love ya too, M," Tao said, smiling.
But M-21's gaze was too focused, not the distant kind where someone was drugged up. He took a shaky breath, reaching for Takeo's hand, who was sitting opposite Tao. He did the same for Tao, and when Tao took it, it was trembling. "I love you. Both of you."
M-21 had never reacted this way before. "M...?" Tao murmured, shifting closer so the angle wasn't awkward for M-21.
M-21 tightened his grip, and if Tao hadn't been a modified human, he was sure it would have meant crushed bones. "I never..." M-21's breathing was getting more uneven, tears collecting in his eyes. "I wasn't able to say that to the others. Not enough. Never enough."
Oh. Oh.
"We love you too," Takeo said as Tao stretched over to pull the other bed over, nudging his chair out the way with a foot.
Once it was close enough, Tao hopped up onto the bed as Takeo closed the space between the beds from the other side.
Makeshift double bed made, Tao kissed M-21's forehead before resting his head on M-21's shoulder.
"We're here, M," Tao said, Takeo kissing M-21's cheek. "We ain't going anywhere, and neither are you."
"Good. Love you."
"Love you too."
M-21's grip stayed strong, and Tao held on, running his fingers over M-21's knuckles, reminding him they were there.
Summary: Recovering after a fight is the normal state of things; sometimes, things go a little differently.
Notes: Christmas gift for madameazzure. ^--^
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 576
Status: Complete
Tao sighed, twirling his cables between his fingers as he paced the living room. Another fight they'd just scraped through. They'd all lived, M-21 taking the most damage. It was part of the plan. M-21 knew that. Tao knew that. M-21 had the best regeneration out of them all, and had the best ability of drawing out an enemy's anger.
It still left a dull ache in Tao's chest when they had to carry M-21 home.
Unconscious. Better than dead.
"Frankenstein didn't seem too worried," Takeo said, watching him from the couch.
"I know." It was Boss. If Boss wasn't worried, then M-21 would be fine. "You're cleaning your pistols for the third time."
Takeo glanced down at the mound of newspaper he'd used, his hands tinted from the oil. "Ah..."
They knew M-21 would be fine; that didn't stop them worrying.
Tao's head snapped up when the living room door opened. Boss was there, a small crease between his brows.
Something unexpected, but not catastrophic.
"What is it?" Tao asked, seeing Takeo get to his feet from the corner of his eyes.
Boss shook his head. "The surgery went well - he's healing in the recovery room right now. He was, however," Boss continued, "resisting the anesthesia more, so I had to give him a stronger dose. He should be affected for a little longer, but given how fast he metabolises drugs, he may not."
Tao nodded slowly. M-21 might not be acting like himself, but that wasn't something to worry about. "Got it, Boss."
Boss stepped aside and Tao and Takeo rushed for the recovery room.
M-21 was already blinking up at the ceiling when Tao entered the room, and Tao grinned, grabbing a nearby chair. "Hey, M," he said, straddling the chair and resting his elbows on the back, "ya woke up a lot faster than Boss expected - congrats!" Always best to compliment M-21 when he first woke up after a fight.
"Love you."
"Huh?" Tao blinked. And blinked again. Had he heard-? Oh, right, right, Boss had said M-21 might be affected by the drugs.
"And I love ya too, M," Tao said, smiling.
But M-21's gaze was too focused, not the distant kind where someone was drugged up. He took a shaky breath, reaching for Takeo's hand, who was sitting opposite Tao. He did the same for Tao, and when Tao took it, it was trembling. "I love you. Both of you."
M-21 had never reacted this way before. "M...?" Tao murmured, shifting closer so the angle wasn't awkward for M-21.
M-21 tightened his grip, and if Tao hadn't been a modified human, he was sure it would have meant crushed bones. "I never..." M-21's breathing was getting more uneven, tears collecting in his eyes. "I wasn't able to say that to the others. Not enough. Never enough."
Oh. Oh.
"We love you too," Takeo said as Tao stretched over to pull the other bed over, nudging his chair out the way with a foot.
Once it was close enough, Tao hopped up onto the bed as Takeo closed the space between the beds from the other side.
Makeshift double bed made, Tao kissed M-21's forehead before resting his head on M-21's shoulder.
"We're here, M," Tao said, Takeo kissing M-21's cheek. "We ain't going anywhere, and neither are you."
"Good. Love you."
"Love you too."
M-21's grip stayed strong, and Tao held on, running his fingers over M-21's knuckles, reminding him they were there.