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[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Reno hasn't had any alcohol in several (like, one or two) days. This is because all liquor he pours for himself has suddenly turned into water, thanks to some sort of terrible worst fear thing going on.

To alleviate his frustration, he is standing in one of the random convenient empty rooms, awaiting a sparring session. He has one scheduled with a certain firecrotch, but feel free to drop by and annoy him anyway.]

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[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Firecrotch isn't going to make him wait too long, finding the room with little trouble.]

Hey there, scarecrow.

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

Tin Man.

[Acknowledges with a small nod.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

How's the room treating you so far? [cracking his knuckles]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

...it isn't.

[Shrugs casually.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Rolls his shoulders a bit] So. How good are you with medical?

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Grins a bit.]

Isn't that what doctors are for?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Unless you're as good at fighting as you are at fucking, you're gonna need one by the end of this. [Teasing, sure, but it's always safe to be cautious, especially since he fights with fire.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

A fuck or a doctor?

[Pauses]

...or both? You've got the legs for a nurses outfit, babe.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Hah, maybe both. [Rolls his eyes] But if you think you're getting me into a nurse's outfit... You'd better be really good at this. [Summons up a chakram.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

Mmm, even if I'm not, combat makes me hot.

[Whips his Electro-Magnetic Rod out from somewhere, affixed to the cuff on his left wrist. He extends it in one motion, drumming his fingers on the core and resting a thumb comfortably on the Big Red Button to ready a charge.]

You cool with electrocution, Firecrotch?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

As long as you don't mind a little heat. [Just for effect, a little fireball ignites in his free hand.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

Just avoid the vitals. I'm not any fun without any of my redeeming qualities.

[The electro-mag rod is his penis.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Ladies first.

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

I'm waiting.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

... [Fine, whatever.

He runs in low for a quick upward swipe at Reno, summoning his second chakram as he moves in, as well, to block Reno's retaliation, if there is any.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Well, that was unexpected! Kind of. Reno's fast though, so he's just gonna kind of...quickly step to the side, deflecting the chakram with a swipe of his EMR to avoid getting hit.]

Not bad, not bad. Though I've seen girls use those glorified shuriken better than you.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[He backs off with a chuckle, spinning one idly in his hand.]

We've just gotten started.

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

I like your attitude. Among other things.

[Reno's turn to spin and charge, even though an asskicking is kind of inevitable because being able to spontaneously generate fire kind of tops him here. The EMR sparks as he gives it a hopeful swing towards Axel once within contact range.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Hey, guess who hasn't forgotten how to teleport! Here's a clue: Axel's now behind Reno, sweeping out a foot to try and trip him.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Now that is a surprise.

Reno's going to catch just what Axel's doing at the very last second and do a front flip, springing off his hands and landing in a crouch. He's got a grin, clearly enjoying himself (considering the fact his ass hasn't ignited yet) and he's going to spring off his back foot, using the inertia from the flip and landing to run at Axel and throw a high kick at the Nobody's midsection.]

You gotta teach me that magic trick sometime.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Not wanting to cut off Reno's foot (this is just a friendly sparring match, after all) Axel takes the kick, stumbling back, the air knocked out of him. It doesn't take more than a moment to recover, though, and he's hurling a chakram like a frisbee in Reno's direction.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Look whose game needs moar kung-fu.

Reno notices the hoshit flying chakram just a bit too late (because he's kind of gloating at having landed a hit, to be honest), bending backwards a little later than he should have and, as a consequence, losing a few hairs.

He's looking a little upset at this as he straightens, because fuck it, he has nice hair.]

Bastard.

[And now that his chakram hasn't returned to him yet, Reno's going to throw a shot at that side, charging the EMR rod as he swings and being quite wary that there's a chakram that will likely attempt to cut off his head when returning any second now.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Axel smirks, secretly rather glad Reno hadn't ended up beheaded, there. The smirk disappears quickly as he finds Reno moving in fast at him, aiming a hit for his unguarded side. With a twist of his torso, Axel lifts his remaining chakram to block, crossing his arm cross his chest.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Reno doesn't pull his swing, instead throwing the sparking EMR into the chakram.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[It occurs to him too late the flaw in his idea to block an electrically charged device with a metal weapon. He flinches even before the weapons make contact, because he can already tell what's about to happen--he's fought Larxene before. A pretty harsh jolt runs through him, having the strongest effect on his arm, like his funny bone had just been hit with a baseball bat.

Wincing, he stumbled back, dropping his weapon, concentration on the other one broken, and it thuds uselessly into the wall a few feet from Reno.]

Damn...

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[If Reno wasn't fucking this guy, he would have continued his assault. Instead, he's going to look cocky and stand back.]

...too much for you?

[He would look concerned, but, this dude is covered in scars. There is no way he could have permanently injured him with a few hundred thousand volts to his nonexistant heart.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Hah... That kinda hurt. [The chakram in the wall disappears and reappears in his good hand. He holds the other arm close to his chest, though, flexing his fingers, trying to get control and feeling back into them.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

Want me to kiss it better?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Psh... [He rolls his eyes, smirking.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Crossing the distance to where Axel's standing. Reno is never not serious about these things.]

I could wear the nurse's uniform, if that's more your sort of thing.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Hah, I think I have the better figure for it. [Both weapons are dismissed, he's going to assume their little match is finished for now. At least the fighting part.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Smirk]

Not gonna argue with that. You've got better measurements than a lot of chicks I know. And in a skirt, maybe some fishnets...

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Well, if that's what you're into... [Reno did sort of win, after all.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

I prefer you naked. Maybe shackled and bonded. Screaming my name and nothing else. To be quite frank.

[Reno's right up close to Axel now. He's still focused on the kissing it better part.]

Take off your gloves.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Have I complimented you on your style yet? [His smirk is almost challenging as he pulls off his gloves.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

Maybe. I remember a lot of approval going on last time we danced.

[Reno's matching that smirk. Also unzipping Axel's coat, to make due on the kiss it better part. Yes, he could just roll up the sleeves, but rolling sleeves up is not disrobing. And any chance to undress Axel is worth taking.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Well, let me just say, I like your style. [Axel drops the gloves, holding his arms out to his sides to let Reno do as he so pleased about the coat.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

I'm kinda fond of yours, too.

[Reno walks behind Axel, sliding the coat off his shoulders like an expert dresser and folding it before dropping it to the ground. It's a nice coat, after all. Nothing like a Turk suit, but damn if it didn't know how to fit Axel's body like a glove.

Reno settles a hand on Axel's backside, fingertips trailing across fabric as he moves to be in front of the other redhead again.]]

Now where did you get shocked at, again?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[He's got goosebumps, being exposed to air like that.]

You don't remember? Tsk tsk, Reno... Have a guess, then.

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

Tch. I'm not real good at guessing.

[But Axel's collarbone looks like it could use the company of Reno's lips. He's going to nip at that one spot, looks nice, tastes better. Mmm.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Heh... Close enough. [No complaints. Axel's hands slip under Reno's jacket, gripping his waist lightly through his shirt.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Moves his lips further up his collarbone to the side of Axel's neck, sliding a thumb across his waistband while whispering low into his ear.]

Let me know when I hit the spot.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Mm... [He tilts his head back a little to give Reno more neck to enjoy, sliding a hand up Reno's side]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Leans into Axel's touch, dropping his hand beneath the other redhead's waistband to settle fingertips at the base of the small of his back. His right hand's contentedly splayed across Axel's upper thigh.

And he's made it up to just below Axel's jawline, biting (not so) lightly at the side of the Nobody's neck.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[The placement of Reno's hands sends a shiver up his spine. Axel's own fingertips have been slipped around to Reno's back, pressing in at the edge of his shoulderblade and experimentally into the groove of his spine. He lets out a little gasp when he's bitten.]

[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Can't help but laugh at the gasp.]

... don't tell me you've never played rough before.

[Grins into Axel's neck, rubbing his thumb against the fabric of Axel's trousers.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Rough? [Oh, that makes him chuckle.]

Mm, I don't think you know the meaning of rough, buddy. [Reno, you're talking to a guy that has more scars than 90 percent of the people here.]

you aren't getting rid of me that easily...

[obeymymother.livejournal.com]

[And look who conveniently enters said room. It seems you dropping your pants wasn't enough to drive him away. He's all ready got his sword pointed, smirking. You may have been waiting for a friendly spare, but it seems you got more than you were expecting this time. ]

We have yet to begin.