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Sova turns around a corner only to find it empty. With no one on site, he quickly signals for Omen to follow to get to Lamps. As Omen stalks behind, Sova begins to speak.
"They could be rotating to B Site, but I'm sure at least one of them stuck behind. We haven't gotten any comms in a few so if you could watch my back, I'll watch yo-" He is cut off quickly as Omen grabs him by the waist and drags him behind a corner, quickly putting his hand on Sova's mouth to quiet him. He brings Sova down into his lap, blending in with the shadow of the box as they suddenly catch on to the faint footsteps on A Site. Sova's eyes go wide as they suddenly hear them attempt to plant the spike, but then gunshots ring through the air as the noise of the spike stops.
"Raze down, enemy team seems to have retreated," Reyna speaks through the mic, causing both Omen and Sova to sigh with relief. Omen now takes his hand off of Sova's mouth, Sova looking over his shoulder to double check if anyone is coming around.
"Oh, Sova. I think I-" Omen wasn't aware of the open cut on his hand and that somehow bled onto where Sova's lips were, the blue glow of it illuminating his mouth. Sova absentmindedly licks his lips after he feels the dampness and Omen stiffens. After tasting the iron, Sova dabs his mouth, thinking his lip was bleeding only to find the peculiar liquid. He lifts an eyebrow, and turns back to Omen.
"I seem to have a cut on my hand..." He says quietly.
"It's just blood, nothing I haven't had before," Sova reassures him as he stands up, offering a hand to Omen who takes it appreciatively.
"Well, it's just that... My blood may have a side effect to it. I've never had someone try it so I'm not sure," Omen rubs the back of his neck, Sova smiles at him.
"I'm sure it'll be fine, it was only a little. Do not worry about it much," Sova watches as Reyna turns the corner.
"Mission success, lets go home," She says, allowing the two men to follow behind to meet up with the rest.
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Upon arriving back to the protocol building, everyone unboards the jet and goes to set up in their respectful spots for a debrief. Omen sits next to Sova during the meeting and shares his results, Sova going right after. The meeting ends and they are free to do whatever for the time being as Brimstone allows them to have their documents done for tomorrow.
Omen steps out of the room beside Sova and looks down, noticing the flush that has taken over his face.
"Are you feeling well?" Omen stops to examine him better.
"I feel okay, it's just a bit hot all the sudden," He puts the back of his hand to his forehead, feeling the warmness of his skin.
"You don't look so well. It may be a side effect. Follow me," Omen leads the way to his quarters, Sova following in suite.
Entering the room, Sova immediately darts for Omen's seemingly untouched bed, laying down as he kicks his boots off the edge.
"Unless you start dying, I would prefer Sage not finding out about this. She would kill me," Omen panics, watching Sova's chest rise and fall.
"It's just so hot..." Sova begins removing his serape, tossing it carelessly on the floor as he closes his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I wish I knew what was happening, but I don't. If there's anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask," Omen paces in front of the bed nervously, watching as Sova frees himself of his shirt, exposing his now pink chest. Omen notices Sova’s nipples are hard, puffy and large. Sova wraps his arms around his own waist, shifting the in the bed uncomfortably as he feels Omen’s eyes on him. He can’t help but feel embarrassed, but Omen’s staring makes his dick stir in his uniform pants.