RL with Gale | Grab Bag Virus

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You'd think that as a Gundam Pilot - a person living life on the edge, with their life always at stake - Michael would be an extremely light sleeper. You know, wide awake at the slightest noise and ready to attack. And you'd be right.

For the most part.

If Michael doesn't sense any immediate danger, then you can pretty much count on him to be out of it.

Kinda like right now.

Being transported to someone else's room - into their bed - in the middle of the night didn't do much of anything to Michael, save cause him to be sprawled out on top of Gale rather than just his own bed. He'd even stolen all of the blankets here as well, the duvet wrapped half around him with the other half hanging off the bed, and was content to sleep merrily away until morning.

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Well, Michael seemed to have come to some kind of conclusion. The problem was, Gale couldn't see how that could be true. How he knew what the term 'virtual' meant, he wasn't sure, but for once a term didn't cause an unfamiliar ping in his head.

"Virtual?" he asked, his grey eyes widening a fraction. For some reason, Michael's intent look made him feel uncomfortable, and he found himself averting his gaze.

"How can that be true? If the Junkyard is not real, then how can I be real? How can you come here?" His lips thinned, his control cracking just a fraction. "That would make all of this...merely a program. The demon atma a new variable. The Laws parameters for the program to operate within."

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Michael snorted. "Yes, yes and yes. I did say your world was fucked up. It fucking rains data," he continued bluntly. He wasn't the most sympathetic of people in ordinary circumstances, and this headache of his had sapped what little patience he'd had left. "Unless you can come up with some other answer, then you're kinda gonna have to deal with the fact that your world is not real."

He took another look at the expression on Gale's face and sighed. "Doesn't necessarily mean that you're virtual though. So calm the fuck down."

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Gale blinked and frowned, this time the expression directed at himself. By most people's standards, he was still extremely calm. But by his own, he was badly rattled.

He closed his eyes and drew a breath, trying to calm himself down.

"My apologies," he said after a moment, opening his eyes and looking back up at Michael. "I was merely startled by your conclusion. But if this world is not real, then how can I be real?"

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Michael waved a hand, as though dismissing Gale's question. He knew exactly how disturbed by his conclusion Gale was, but Michael wasn't what you would call good - by any stretch of the imagination - at comforting people. "If this is a virtual sim or whatever, then it'd just be your minds hooked up to it; your real bodies would be 'asleep' or something in the real world." He smirked slightly, "For any given value of real, of course."

He flopped backwards onto the bed, not caring if he dragged Gale down with him. His head was still throbbing, after all, and it was annoying him. It was worth it though, he felt, if it meant that he had finally solved the 'mystery' of this world.

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Gale shifted as Michael flopped down, repositioning himself and stretching out beside the boy on the bed so their arms weren't bent at awkward angles.

It didn't take much to decide not to communicate these conclusions to Serph and the others right now. If this really was real, then it would cause them undue distress. And if it weren't real, then none of this really mattered anyway.

He wanted some hard evidence before he went to Serph. And as Serph didn't know about Michael, he couldn't use Michael as evidence.

There was something nagging at him, though. "Is that why I see the...the crying woman sometimes?" he asked, very hesitant. Often when he thought of her, her face appeared to him again, but not this time.

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"'Crying woman'?" he asked, suddenly intrigued. He'd heard the hesitancy in Gale's voice and wondered if he was the first one Gale had mentioned her to. Either way, it seemed like it was a big thing for Gale.

"Dark-haired woman, kinda hot?" he hazarded, bringing his unbound arm up behind his head. He had no logical reason for suggesting that other than the fact that when he tried to hack this place, her face was the only thing he saw, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

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Gale's eyes widened faintly at the words. "Yes," he said, a trace of urgency in his voice. "Do you know who she is?"

He shook his head, then shuddered as the discussion triggered another flash of the woman. He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, struggling for control.

"I...I keep seeing her. I do not know who she is. She...she is crying. Looking down at me and crying."

He opened his eyes. "I do not want her to keep doing that."

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Michael sat up slightly and stared as Gale spoke. He'd never heard him sound quite like that before.

"I don't know who she is," he answered, sounding almost apologetic, "I just saw her face when I hacked into your world."

He dropped back down onto the bed. "I don't know why she cries though. Can't help you there, man. It could be a memory or something," he continued idly, "And you did something to make her cry. I dunno."

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"No."

The word was a low, quiet growl. Gale's eyes blazed green. "I wouldn't do that."

He closed his eyes, and when they opened again, they were placid, inhuman grey once more. "I have never met her," he said. "It is not logical to think that I have done something to make her cry."

He shifted closer, though, some need or urge he didn't understand making him slip his free arm over Michael's chest and rest his forehead against the side of his shoulder.

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Fascinating.

Michael had looked over when he'd heard the anger in Gale's voice just in time to see his eyes fading from a vivid green colour - the same shade as his hair - back to their usual grey. So it seemed that his eyes changed colour when he got emotional. Michael remembered them doing the same thing when they had s--

Yes. Well.

He was about to question the contradiction in what Gale just said, but his words dried up in his mouth as Gale curled up next to him.

"What... are you doing?" he questioned hesitantly as he stared up at the ceiling, nonplussed. The only person to ever do something like that was his sister; he wasn't exactly one people generally went to for comfort.

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Gale considered the question for what was possibly a strangely long time. "I...do not know," he said finally. "I simply wanted to do this."

He hesitated again, struggling faintly to comprehend what was going on. But he finally gave up.

"Is it uncomfortable for you?" he asked, slightly awkwardly. "Do you wish me to move away?"

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Michael considered that for a couple of seconds. "Not... uncomfortable. Just really fucking weird." It wasn't something bad, it had just caught him by surprise.

It certainly wasn't something he was expecting from Gale, to say the least, but he looked more confused about it than Michael did.

"You can... stay there. If you want." he offered, sounding even more awkward than Gale did and refusing to even glance in his direction.

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Gale noticed Michael's awkwardness, but as he felt the same way he didn't know how to deal with it. He nodded slowly and settled back into the position. "Thank you," he said quietly. He did want to stay there, after all. It calmed some of the swirling feelings he was trying to tell himself didn't exist.

After a moment, he spoke up again. "If you would be agreeable, I would like to have sex with you again, sometime," he said matter-of-factly. "I will not allow my demon to interfere again," he added firmly. He sensed that Michael didn't really like that.

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Michael was pretty sure that if it were possible, he would have gotten whiplash from that speed of that change of subject.

He sat up quickly, unintentionally dislodging Gale as he stared down at him with and expression that wasn't quite sure what it wanted to be. "That was... totally random."

Images flashed quickfire through his mind as he remembered the last time and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him and sneer. "You wanna fuck again? Even after I said 'never again'? What makes you think you can control it this time?" For some reason though, he wasn't able to flat out say 'fuck no'.

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Gale sat up as well when he was dislodged, perplexed by the reaction. He knew Michael had been...upset, though he had denied it. And he couldn't blame him for being concerned that Vayu would make another appearance.

But he didn't seem angry, and that was slightly encouraging.

"I would like to," he said slowly. "Of course you do not have to, if you don't wish to." He met Michael's eyes with a slight edge of determination to his expression. "Last time I was unprepared for the sensations, for their intensity. But I know what to expect, and I will not lose control again. I have practiced with others here, but I require further instruction."

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Both his eyebrows shot up at the I have practiced with others here, but I require further instruction and against his will, his lips twitched upwards into a smirk. It was such a Gale thing to do, to treat it like it was a mission.

Michael sighed to himelf; it seemed as though he had decided to agree despite what happened last time. Fuck. Besides, the sex was good last time. If you ignored the whole 'impending nervous breakdown' aspect of it. And it looked as though that wouldn't be happening again anyway. "Yeah. Sure. Fine. You wanna do this now or something?"

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Gale shrugged faintly. "We do not appear to have anything else to do at the moment, but there is no hurry. It seems you will probably be staying here for a few days if this virus follows previous pattern."

He cocked his head thoughtfully. "However, I believe I could learn a great deal in that time."

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"Fine by me." And with any further comments, he swung a leg over Gale and settled onto his lap, bringing his free arm up over his shoulder to slide his hand into his hair.

"We might as well start now then." And with a faint quirk of his lips, he tilted Gale's head back, leaned forwards and kissed him.

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Gale reached up and unfastened his hood, letting it fall away and giving Michael unrestricted access to his hair. That felt...good, even when Michael tightened his hand to pull his head back.

His brain analyzed and memorized different moves, the feeling of Michael sliding into his lap, and the way their lips met, even as he returned the kiss. There was no hesitancy in him, except that of inexperience, and there was definite eagerness to learn.

He wrapped his own free hand around Michael's waist and leaned against him, pressing harder against his lips.

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Michael deepened the kiss, forcing Gale's mouth open so he could tangle his tongue with his. There was nothing gentle about the way Michael was kissing; it was all teeth and lots of aggression. If Gale had been practising - and Michael had no reason to think that he hadn't - then he had no reason to hold back.

He thought fleetingly that Gale had better have a firm grip on his demon half, because Michael had some... issues to work out.

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Vayu had been recently sated, which was part of Gale's timing in asking for this. There had been mistakes, though Gale hadn't killed anyone in the Embryon. There had been a few frenzied demon couplings while he practiced, but he knew now somewhat what to expect from the sensations, and he believed that he could keep a handle on his human self this time.

He returned the kiss' aggression with more force of his own, tangling their tongues together and trying to thrust his own into Michael's mouth. He surrendered largely, though, not really fighting Michael for dominance, but letting him take the lead. He didn't want to get into a battle like that - it would only wake Vayu up all the more.

Soon he fell back against the pillows, pulling Michael down with him to continue the kiss.

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Michael's unbound hand shot out to bear his weight as they fell, his other hand pinning Gale's by his head.

He moaned around the tongue in his mouth - Gale was a fast learner indeed - pleased to have his aggression met and matched. He bit down hard on Gale's bottom lip, soothing the marks with his tongue before breaking the kiss with a wet sound. He nudged Gale's head upwards to bare the skin of his neck, teeth immediately clamping down hard enough to draw blood, despite the little voice shouting at him to not provoke the situation. Looks like he had a lot more issues that he thought.

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Gale let out a soft gasp of surprise as Michael bit his lip, then tilted his head up. He moaned and felt Vayu writhe in his mind as Michael bit down on his throat.

Vayu growled in his head, and a soft growl bubbled up from his own throat. How dare he try to take dominance, when Vayu had already taken him, shown him who was the stronger?

But Gale closed his eyes and forced it down. No, this is fine, there is nothing to be concerned about. Vayu rumbled, recognizing the deliberate submission, and lay quiescent. Gale shuddered and grew more docile under Michael's teeth, his fingers tensing and then relaxing.

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Michael, not realising how close he had come to experiencing a repeat of last time, took his weight off his left hand so that he could pull at Gale's shirt, trying to bare more skin. His teeth grazed over the same spot before he turned his attentions further along, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

The way Gale was being aggressive yet docile - as though that was even possible - was making Michael just a little bit crazy, was pushing all sorts buttons insides him and turning him on more than he thought possible. It wasn't something he was going to question though; he was going to get all the pleasure from this that he missed out on last time.

After pulling futilely at Gale's top, somewhat distracted by one spot on his neck that seemed to make him twitch and moan, Michael sat back and frowned down at him slightly.

"This isn't going to work, man."

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Gale opened his eyes after a moment and blinked up at him in confusion. "You...you do not wish to?" he asked, disappointment thick in his tone. Michael was changing his mind now? They weren't even undressed yet.

And Gale was definitely feeling the affects of what Michael had done. His body had reacted, blood rushing into his groin and hardening his cock until it strained against his pants. If Michael didn't do this, Gale was sure he'd have to go find someone who would.

But he'd have to bring Michael along. That wouldn't do, either.

He sat up a little, reaching out with his free hand and curling his fingers in Michael's hair. "Please, do not stop now," he said, a hint of plea in his tone. "I do not wish to stop."