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Paul was walking through the labyrinth that was the Red Army base, trying to find this one specific person. He already tried his room, wasn’t there. Maybe they went down to train in the gun ranges? No such luck. It seemed this man was everywhere except when you needed him the most.
Tom was weird like that, it seemed. Especially since joining the Red Army. From what Paul had heard from Tord raging was that he was a stubborn drunkard. He didn’t seem that way now.
Tom was a poor bastard ever since he joined the Red Army, Paul didn’t know why Red Leader even bothered with the guy if he hated him so much. Something about getting revenge and other things Paul hadn't cared to remember. It wasn’t like Tom had a choice either, as far as Paul heard. It was either join his past friend/enemy’s army, or be stuck in the middle of the war blind. Paul swore Tord put some mind control in the visor too. Some of the things Red Leader had Tom do… There were things that no one would do willingly.
Paul also knew, that if he wasn’t running errands, Tom was found over Red Leader’s shoulder playing bodyguard. Maybe Tord had a power thing, to have the person that tried to kill you(and almost succeeded) now be the one to protect you..
Oh well, it wasn’t Paul’s business anyways. But- Red leader might know where Tom was. Paul turned on his heel and marched towards the direction of Tord’s office, even if it was late in the night he should still be in there.
Paul raced to his room hoping to catch him at the very least on his way out. He slowed as he got to the door, knocked three times, and opened it.
“Red Leader, sir, do you know where- Oh…”
Tom was there, on the table, with his legs open and Tord between them. His face buried in Tom’s neck trailing hickeys down his skin. That didn’t dampen the glowing death glare that Paul received.
“..Yes?” Red Leader rumbled.
“Um…” Paul mumbled, face tainted red and eyes averted as soon as he saw the compromising position. “Papers.. for-uh-Tom.”
“Leave them on the floor and lock the door on your way out.”
“uhm-*ahem*-Yes sir.” Paul rushed as he practically threw the papers on the ground, almost catching his hand on the door as he tried to lock it closing.
As soon as he was gone, and Tord didn’t hear his footsteps anymore, he dropped his head back to where it comfortably was, breathing out a chuckle.
“Who was that?” Tom asked. Tord had turned the visor off previously, so he was righteously confused, poor thing.
“No one, Just Paul, he said you had more papers.” He laughed at the way Tom flinched.
“Don’t I have enough already?” He groaned, half in embarrassment and half in dread.
“Hmm, Is this insubordination I hear? Don’t you want to do your all in helping the cause?” Tord spoke right below Tom’s ear as he thrust up into him.
“No sir..” He gasped out. Red Leader smiled, hands trailing down Tom’s abdomen, moving to continue their moment from before they were interrupted.
“Good boy~”