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[May 29] [Pacific Rim] Belonging
Title: Belonging
Day/Theme: 29. guanxi (goodwill built up and used with gifts and favors)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hansen, Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 29 of 31, pre-slashiness, some smooches,
Newt was released from medical with some sleeping pills and told to get some rest. He scoffed loudly, but Hermann took them and then Newt's arm, and lead him back to their quarters. Newt's complaints were answered with being undressed and put to bed. Hermann set the alarm for two hours without speaking and Newt started to settle. He could stand two hours. He was even happy about it when Hermann crawled in with him. Hermann was still very serious though, nestling in nose to nose.
"You have never been squeamish in your life," he said. "Tell me what's wrong." Newt's smirk faded out and he sputtered a little. Hermann waited in silence.
"I want to Drift again," Newt finally said. "With you," he added quickly, as if there was doubt.
"Of course, dear," Hermann said. "Please tell me why." His gentleness was as unnerving as temper would be from someone else. Newt crumbled again. He picked at the blanket, at Hermann's sweater, his own arms, pinching and tugging at anything to ground himself a little.
"Before? Before we Drifted last time?" He fidgeted, face falling just to admit it. "They made me think of it. Turning on you. Hurting you. Those two were in a hivemind. It must've been like eating your own leg out of starvation. Like killing yourself."
"At least Marshall Hansen didn't feel it happening," Hermann said. Newt shuddered and Hermann reached to cup his face.
"With what I was doing to the Mumbler," Newt said. "I thought for sure you would hate me for it. Turn on me."
"No," Hermann said, kissing him. "No." He pressed kisses down Newt's jaw to his neck. "Tear out your throat? Like this?"
"Oh," Newt said. Hermann smooched and nuzzled down to his chest. Newt ran hands into his hair. "I guess it's not so bad." Hermann hummed happily back. "You really will Drift with me again, right?"
"Of course," Hermann said again. He squirmed back up to eye level. "I liked it, too."
"I don't want you to have to slog through all my freaking out," Newt said. "But I need you." He touched their heads together. "Everywhere. All the nooks and crannies." He had meant in his head, but Hermann's smile twitched and both of their faces went red.
"All of them?" Hermann asked, and how he could make the voice Newt had argued with for more than a decade suddenly the sexiest thing ever could not be explained. Even if it was a really lousy innuendo.
"Yeah." Newt said anyway. "Yes. Totally. Please."
"I think we've earned that."
------
Elsewhere, the PPDC was not thrilled. They had arrived via telescreen to demand explanations and threaten all manner of punishments and Hansen did not have Stacker's poker face.
"Drifting with the Kaiju doesn't cost any extra!" he finally barked at one of the screens. Somewhere in the building, a PONS device was switched on and the screens distorted just a bit. It cleared just in time for one of the senior members to turn snide.
"Well, if it works so well why not discontinue production on the two other jaegers? We thought you would be glad to have the Striker back, but if you would rather run wild-"
"We had to fight you tooth and nail for every bolt in those things," Hansen snarled. "Stacker had to go to the Hong Kong black market to keep us afloat when you rats abandoned us. Don't even pretend that you have been generous."
A few of the suits seemed genuinely taken aback at that and Hansen didn't care. These exchanges had always stayed respectful with Stacker because the former Marshall had radiated and demanded it from everyone. Hansen was not so poised. He felt back in his old form again. Maybe he just wasn't alone in his own head anymore, even if the other presence was a cannibal monster. Maybe that's why it was so easy to go for the throat. Then, a tech hustled in.
"There's activity in Tianying," the kid said. "We can expect another Breach in the next 48 hours."
"That's awfully quick, Marshall," one of the PPDC said. "More of your handiwork? Didn't this happen the last time a Kaiju Drifted with a human mind?"
"This will be the first time they've opened a new Drift before the previous one was destroyed." Hansen grinned like a shark. "They know the last members of the Yaujta Class are lost to them. They belong to us now."
Day/Theme: 29. guanxi (goodwill built up and used with gifts and favors)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hansen, Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 29 of 31, pre-slashiness, some smooches,
Newt was released from medical with some sleeping pills and told to get some rest. He scoffed loudly, but Hermann took them and then Newt's arm, and lead him back to their quarters. Newt's complaints were answered with being undressed and put to bed. Hermann set the alarm for two hours without speaking and Newt started to settle. He could stand two hours. He was even happy about it when Hermann crawled in with him. Hermann was still very serious though, nestling in nose to nose.
"You have never been squeamish in your life," he said. "Tell me what's wrong." Newt's smirk faded out and he sputtered a little. Hermann waited in silence.
"I want to Drift again," Newt finally said. "With you," he added quickly, as if there was doubt.
"Of course, dear," Hermann said. "Please tell me why." His gentleness was as unnerving as temper would be from someone else. Newt crumbled again. He picked at the blanket, at Hermann's sweater, his own arms, pinching and tugging at anything to ground himself a little.
"Before? Before we Drifted last time?" He fidgeted, face falling just to admit it. "They made me think of it. Turning on you. Hurting you. Those two were in a hivemind. It must've been like eating your own leg out of starvation. Like killing yourself."
"At least Marshall Hansen didn't feel it happening," Hermann said. Newt shuddered and Hermann reached to cup his face.
"With what I was doing to the Mumbler," Newt said. "I thought for sure you would hate me for it. Turn on me."
"No," Hermann said, kissing him. "No." He pressed kisses down Newt's jaw to his neck. "Tear out your throat? Like this?"
"Oh," Newt said. Hermann smooched and nuzzled down to his chest. Newt ran hands into his hair. "I guess it's not so bad." Hermann hummed happily back. "You really will Drift with me again, right?"
"Of course," Hermann said again. He squirmed back up to eye level. "I liked it, too."
"I don't want you to have to slog through all my freaking out," Newt said. "But I need you." He touched their heads together. "Everywhere. All the nooks and crannies." He had meant in his head, but Hermann's smile twitched and both of their faces went red.
"All of them?" Hermann asked, and how he could make the voice Newt had argued with for more than a decade suddenly the sexiest thing ever could not be explained. Even if it was a really lousy innuendo.
"Yeah." Newt said anyway. "Yes. Totally. Please."
"I think we've earned that."
------
Elsewhere, the PPDC was not thrilled. They had arrived via telescreen to demand explanations and threaten all manner of punishments and Hansen did not have Stacker's poker face.
"Drifting with the Kaiju doesn't cost any extra!" he finally barked at one of the screens. Somewhere in the building, a PONS device was switched on and the screens distorted just a bit. It cleared just in time for one of the senior members to turn snide.
"Well, if it works so well why not discontinue production on the two other jaegers? We thought you would be glad to have the Striker back, but if you would rather run wild-"
"We had to fight you tooth and nail for every bolt in those things," Hansen snarled. "Stacker had to go to the Hong Kong black market to keep us afloat when you rats abandoned us. Don't even pretend that you have been generous."
A few of the suits seemed genuinely taken aback at that and Hansen didn't care. These exchanges had always stayed respectful with Stacker because the former Marshall had radiated and demanded it from everyone. Hansen was not so poised. He felt back in his old form again. Maybe he just wasn't alone in his own head anymore, even if the other presence was a cannibal monster. Maybe that's why it was so easy to go for the throat. Then, a tech hustled in.
"There's activity in Tianying," the kid said. "We can expect another Breach in the next 48 hours."
"That's awfully quick, Marshall," one of the PPDC said. "More of your handiwork? Didn't this happen the last time a Kaiju Drifted with a human mind?"
"This will be the first time they've opened a new Drift before the previous one was destroyed." Hansen grinned like a shark. "They know the last members of the Yaujta Class are lost to them. They belong to us now."