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Vincent Fabron was a very particular man. He had a schedule, and he liked to stick to it. He’d wake up early, polish his guns, brew some coffee, work on new designs, have his lunch, work out, target practice, dinner, rest and relaxation, sleep and repeat. This pattern was rarely broken, save for the odd mission here and there. This was something he had even before the protocol, remnants from his time in the military, a strict schedule that he very much enjoyed, it kept him productive and at peak performance.
His protocol schedule was flawless. Or had been flawless, for about, three weeks that is.
Then there was a slight wrench thrown into his day. A wrench in the form of a six foot five swede. He had been working out, only just getting started when the door swung open, the sound of loud voices moving into the room. Chamber looked over from where he had been working, eyes landing on a small group consisting of Raze, Breach, and Skye standing in the doorway. Rolling his eyes to himself he went back to work. He had nothing against any of them per-say, but Raze and Breach were quite loud, and Skye was alway trying to get him to join her for inane activities that he had no time for. Shaking his head, he tuned the group out and focused back into his work.
“You lift often at this time?”
He was startled by the voice behind him, nearly dropping his weights, saved by a hand grabbing the middle of the bar. Breach was standing there, leaning up against the metal bar of some nearby workout equipment, one arm stretched out to support the straight barbell that had almost just crushed him.
“I don’t see how that concerns you, but yes.” He said, wrinkling his nose slightly, before putting the bar up.
Breach practically leered at him, a sly grin on his face.
“Just wondering. I’ve never seen you in here before.”
Chamber sighed, sitting up and turning to face Breach, feeling quickly like he was losing control over the conversation.
“Yes, I'm here about this time every day, because it's usually quite empty and peaceful.” He raised an eyebrow at Breach who held his hands up placatingly.
“Don’t worry about me, you won’t even notice I’m here,” He turned before pausing and turning back. “Unless you need one of the leg machines.” He finished with a wink, before walking away, sitting at the leg press and starting to adjust it. Chamber just rolled his eyes and went back to his weights, and Breach was right, for the most part, he didn’t even notice the intrusion, completely forgetting he was there until he went to leave and caught sight of the man doing upside down crunches on one of the lower pull up bars. He paused for a moment, taking in the way his muscles flexed, and relaxed, not realizing he was staring until Breach spoke up.
“Pictures last longer, kattunge.” He grinned from where he was hanging and Vincent felt his face flush, tearing his gaze away and walking out. The rest of his schedule was the same, albeit his aim a little off from usual. The next day when he went to workout he was greeted in the hall outside by none other than Breach. He stopped short seeing the swede chatting with Raze just outside the gym entrance, disbelief crawling underneath his skin. This surely was a coincidence, there was no way Breach was waiting for him to show up, right? Yet when he attempted to slip by them, into the gym unnoticed, he was met with a large hand landing on his shoulder.
“Hey there! Nice to see ya again, I was starting to worry you wouldn’t show.” This caused Chamber’s face to twist into confusion.
“Apologies, did something in our interaction yesterday lead you to believe I was inviting you to what, be my workout buddy?” Chamber asked, stopping and turning to look at the other, confusion mixing with disbelief on his face.
“No, I invited myself.” Breach replied, with an all too cheery tone before giving Chamber a solid pat on the shoulder and walking over to the leg press, leaving Chamber standing slightly shocked in the middle of the gym. After a minute or so, he chuckled lightly to himself, Breach was gutsy, he’d give him that, but whatever he was planning, Vincent would not fall for it. He sighed slightly, taking his glasses off and setting them on a bench near the door, along with the water bottle he had brought. He tried not to think about the other person in the room as he worked out and just like yesterday, he barely even noticed Breach. Until he went to the bench press, and suddenly, there was a shadow over him.
“Need a spotter?” Breach had that same grin on his face as yesterday, and Chamber was wary of the implications behind it.
“I’ll be just fine.” Chamber said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Breach raised his eyebrows slightly but backed off, moving over to the seated lever fly. Soon enough he had gotten his reps in, and his phone chimed. He turned the alarm off and quickly gathered his things, putting his glasses on and taking a long drink of water before looking over, seeing Breach resetting the machine he had just been on, trying not to think too hard about the amount of weight Breach had been using. He huffed to himself and left, heading over to the range, he had seemingly gotten over whatever was affecting him yesterday, his shots much more on point and feeling much more confident as he left. Despite the intrusion, his workout had gone well, and target practice even better, he should’ve known his string of good luck could only last so long, as he walked into the kitchen ready to prepare himself dinner, and was met with none other than a small group consisting of Breach, Raze, Killjoy, and Astra, the latter of them seemingly preparing a large amount of food for the group. Vincent had turned, preparing to leave as silently as he had entered when he was stopped by the call of his name.
“Chamber! Fancy seeing you here,” Breach said.
He sighed inwardly and turned, plastering a smile on, being greeted by a large grin on Breach’s face, the man having turned in his seat towards where Chamber was standing.
“Hello Chamber! Ya’ up for some grub!?” Astra said, waving slightly with the spoon she was holding.
“Ef’ makes the best tuo zaafi with ayoyo soup you'll ever have.” Raze said enthusiastically, causing Astra to blush slightly and wave the compliment off.
“Oh she’s biased, but I do have more than enough if you wanna join!” She said before going back to cooking. He thought for a moment, it wouldn't kill him to attempt to befriend some of his coworkers, but he still had no idea what kind of angle Breach was playing at.
“Alright, I was planning on having dinner now anyways, and I'm sure Astra is a fantastic chef,” He said, laying the charm on thick, before taking the open seat offered to him, right next to Breach. The group went back to whatever idle chit-chat they had been making before he joined and he was content to just listen. When the food was finished, and Astra had plated everyone a serving, he was slightly taken aback by Raze leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek. He wasn’t naïve and knew the agents didn't quite care about Brimstone's fraternization policy, hell he wasn’t too sure Brimstone cared about it, if the way he interacted with Kay/o indicated anything. He just had never seen the two be overtly romantic with each other, if anything he would've thought Raze and Killjoy had a thing with the amount of time they spend together.
“So how long have you and Astra been together?” He said, looking towards Raze as they began eating.
“Oh pretty much since she joined the protocol, I’ll spare you the mushy details, but she's quite the romantic.” Raze said, nudging Astra’s shoulder slightly who just blushed and swatted at her shoulder slightly.
“You two make a lovely couple.” Chamber said with full sincerity, receiving a nod of thanks from Astra and a blinding grin from Raze. “What about you, Killjoy?” He said, not quite wanting silence to overtake the group quite yet. This question may have been a mistake, however, because he immediately received a loud groan in response.
“I like someone,” She said, resting her chin on her palm looking off into the distance with longing painting her face, "But its a little complicated."
“Ah, is that so?” He said, noting the quick glance she sent Astra and Raze's direction.
“Alright Chamber, what about you, does the enigmatic Frenchman have anyone who's caught his eye?” Killjoy retorted, no doubt trying to take the attention off of herself. For some reason the first thing Vincent thought of was taught muscles and fiery orange hair. He coughed slightly, unsure where that came from.
“Uh, no. Not at the moment.” He said, before taking a bite of his food. It seemed that his moment of weakness was caught though, and he wouldn’t be let off the hook that easily.
“Ah ha! You do! I saw that look on your face! Who is it? You can trust us, we won't tell.” Killjoy said, and it was truly a wonder how she spoke so fast.
“I’ve truly no one, you are simply imagining things, chère.” He said, shaking his head slightly.
“If you say so.” Killjoy said, and it seemed as though the group would finally descend into a mostly comfortable silence before Killjoy seemed to have an epiphany. “Ah Breach! Do you have anyone you're interested in?” This was an answer he was curious about. He surreptitiously glanced over at the swede, gauging his reaction, slightly surprised at what he saw.
“Ja actually, there's someone I’ve rather recently taken quite the interest in.” He said with a slight blush on his cheeks, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. Killjoy immediately began pestering him for more details but that was all Breach was willing to give up, despite Killjoy's claims that it was unfair her crush was outed but everyone else got to be secretive about theirs, to which Chamber reminded her, he didn’t have a crush. The rest of their dinner went along in relative peace, and afterwards, Chamber offered to do the dishes as Astra put away the leftovers. She finished up well before him and he assumed he was alone as he finished up, humming a tune to himself as he dried off the last of the plates, setting them in the cupboard, startled when he turned around to see Breach still sitting at the table, staring at him.
“Putain de Christ!” He yelped, bringing a hand up to his chest and leaning back against the counter, taking a deep breath. “How long have you been there?”
“The whole time.” Breach said, as if it was obvious. “Y’know, you have a really nice voice.” He continued, resting his chin on his palm, looking at Vincent in a way that made him feel, well, seen. He felt his cheeks heat up and he cleared his throat, avoiding the others' gaze.
“Merci.” He said simply, finding himself seemingly at a loss for words. “Excusez-moi.” Chamber rushed out before making a rather hasty exit, face still burning.
What was going on?
He tried not to think too hard about the events of the day as he prepared a shower, letting the warm water wash away any awkwardness still clinging to his skin. He ran his hands through his hair, the water cascading across his face warming him to his core. Wrapping his arms around his waist, he leaned back against the shower wall, the cool tiles a nice contrast between the heat from the almost too hot shower. Eventually his thoughts drifted and he was left pondering what angle Breach was playing at. The man didn't seem like the type to flirt meaninglessly, but he wasn't even sure what he was doing could be described as flirting. If so, it was a very elementary attempt. He did have to admit though, there was a certain charm, so to speak, to Breach. There was confidence in the way he carried himself, like he knew his worth and wasn't going to let anyone tell him otherwise, and that was rather attractive in Vincent's opinion. There was also the matter of him being flat out handsome, all of his features accentuated each other in such a roguish way and Chamber wasn't about to lie to himself about being attracted to the man. However he also couldn't let his attraction blind him to whatever Breach was playing at. All he had to do was ignore the man's natural charm and he would be fine. This would be fine.
This would not be fine.
He had gotten up at his usual time, and finished polishing his guns at the usual time as well, and yet, for some reason, when he showed up in the kitchen to brew his coffee at the usual time, he was not alone. No, instead he was greeted by none other than the one man haunting his thoughts as of late. Sitting at the kitchen island scrolling through his phone, Breach looked rather relaxed, like he had just woken up, which might have been the case seeing as his hair was down and he was in a loose t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and what seemed to be pajama bottoms. Chamber didn’t even have time to contemplate leaving and skipping his morning coffee before Breach was swiveling around in his chair, holding his own large coffee mug, with a wide grin on his face.
“Well hello there liten kattunge,” Breach said, and there was that nickname again, though he was unsure what it meant. “How did you sleep?”
Chamber was slightly confused with the informality of the question, but shrugged it off as another of Breach’s odd little quirks.
“I slept quite well Breach, thank you for asking.” He said, breezing past the other to begin the arduous process of preparing his coffee, for the first time, slightly frustrated that he was picky enough that his coffee routine took so long. “And you?”
“Erik.” Breach said, and Vincent fumbled with the coffee grinder he had begun working with. Surely he wasn't actually telling Chamber his name right now, right?
“Pardon?” Chamber said, almost holding his breath, not quite ready to turn yet and face the other man.
“My name. It's Erik. You can use it.” Breach- Erik, said, rather nonchalantly for the bomb he was dropping onto Chamber. After a moment, Chamber took a deep breath before turning, coffee grinding forgotten on the counter, leaning against the kitchen island across from Erik.
“You understand how massively idiotic that was, non?” Vincent held back some of the more harsh things he could’ve said. “You do understand the risks that come with our jobs, and the entire reasons we go by these, these ridicule, codenames, non?”
“That's what makes this so fun.” Erik said with a shit eating grin on his face. “Don’t worry liten kattunge, I won’t make you tell me yours, I’m more than happy to keep using the pet name I've come up with for you.” He finished with a wink, and Chamber groaned inwardly, turning back to his coffee grinder and continuing his preparations. Silence descended on them and hung heavy up to the point when Chamber had finished wetting the coffee grounds and left them to brew in the press, and he finally said something.
“Vincent.” He said, crossing his arms and leaning up against the counter, glaring slightly at Erik, who simply looked, for lack of better phrasing, like a kid on christmas morning. “If you so much as think my name around anyone else-” He said pointing at him rather aggressively, and was cut off by an assurance that his secret was safe with Erik. Vincent sighed to himself and poured out a cup of coffee, before pausing, pouring a second one and setting it in front of Erik.
“Have a good day Erik. See you in the gym.” Vincent said, leaving the room to continue on in his schedule, internally facepalming for seemingly falling for whatever Eriks plan was, but what was done was done.
Vincent wasn’t sure how, but dinner and working out with Erik had become a part of his routine. Sometimes he would show up when Vincent was in the range, but he would never really practice, it just seemed like he was there to try to mess Chamber up. Even having the audacity to sidle up behind him and adjust his stance, which for some reason, just seemed to cause him to fumble more. Too aware of where Erik’s hands were on him, his wrist, his upper arm, his waist. His voice in his ear, quieter than he had ever heard him before. It always left him light-headed, breathing deeply and blushing brightly. Sitting up in bed, remembering the incidents, unable to sleep, he realized he really needed advice.
He didn’t want to ask Astra and Raze, part of him thought Raze would just tell Erik, which was not what he needed. No way in hell was he talking to Brimstone or Kay/o, and he’s pretty sure Yoru and Phoenix don’t even realize they're dating which makes them a non option. Realizing who he was left with he made up his mind, and got up, digging an old hoodie out of his closet and pulling it on before creeping out of his room and down the hall, knocking quietly on a door after pausing in front of it for a moment. He stood there, waiting silently, holding his breath and he assumed the person was asleep after a minute and was about to turn to leave when the door swung open silently. Standing in the doorway, looking tired and disheveled was Sova.
“Chamber. It is three in the morning.” Sova said, leaning against the doorframe slightly, hair falling around his shoulders. He looked smaller without his gear on, ignoring the extra few inches he had on Vincent, of course.
“Yes of course, I appreciate you answering, albeit I kind of thought Cypher would be the one awake.” Chamber said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Ah, Omen just managed to get him to sleep about an hour ago,” Sova said, crossing his arms. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Yeah, I think there might be.”
They moved out to the kitchen, Sova having brewed some tea for the two of them, nothing from Cyphers stash, but something he had gotten specifically for the hunter when he couldn't sleep.
“It’s strong.” Sova warned as he set a cup down in front of Chamber, before taking a seat across from him. “So, what’s keeping you up?” He finished, crossing his arms in front of him and taking a sip of his own tea.
“I think I’m falling for Breach.” Vincent said, wrapping his hands tightly around his cup, staring intently at its contents, only looking up when he heard a coughing sound from across from him.
“Извините, извините. I was not expecting that. What has been happening?” Sova said, once he had recovered from the initial shock. Vincent began explaining from mostly the beginning, omitting the part where they revealed their real names to each other, and some of his more intimate thoughts, and by the time he was done he had gotten about halfway through the cup and his limbs were feeling heavy.
“I don’t know what to do.” Vincent said, rubbing his forehead slightly.
“Well it sounds like he likes you, and you seem to like him. So go for it.” Sova said, shrugging as if it really was as simple as that. Chamber sighed slightly, he was still unsure of what ulterior motives Erik could have, and was wary to pursue anything. He had taken up enough of the hunter's time however.
“Thank you Sova, you have given me much to think about. I will let you get back to your chéris. Tell them I said hello.” Chamber said, standing and downing the last of his tea as Sova stood across from him.
“Of course Chamber. I will pass the message along to Omen and Cypher. Доброй ночи.” Sova said, before walking out of the kitchen and back to his shared room. Chamber was suddenly feeling incredibly tired, no doubt a result of the tea he had downed and sat for a moment on the couch in the attached common area, just wanting to rest his lead limbs, not even registering as his eyes slowly slipped shut.
When he woke up it was to the warmth of the sun across his face, and brightness in his eyes. He stretched, letting his back pop before snuggling back into the thick comforter draped over him, sinking back into the soft bed beneath him. Until he remembered that he woke up before the sun usually. And the window in his bedroom faced the west. And he fell asleep in the common room. He shot up remembering these facts, suddenly paranoid. Vincent took a look around the room, not that he wasn't sure before, but this definitely wasn’t his room. There were a few posters on the walls for bands he had never heard of, and a large desk in the corner. It had a large round lamp and several random mechanical parts on it, with the wall behind it displaying an array of tools, and the walls around the tools covered in photos. There was also a wall covered in graffiti, some looking rather new, some faded and old. He ran a hand down his face, trying to fully wake up. The door to the en suite was slightly open, he couldn't see anything inside of it, however, due to the light being off. Part of him wanted to just go back and hide underneath the thick black comforter, but he really needed to figure out where he was. Just as he was about to get up and figure it out, the door swung open.
“Ah hello Vin, how’d you sleep kattunge?” Erik said, closing the door behind him. He had a plate and a cup in his hands, and he set them on an open space on his desk, sitting in the chair. Breach was wearing his usual workout gear, but his hair was rather messy, so Chamber assumed he had just finished.
“What time is it? Is this your room? How did I get here?” He couldn’t stop the questions pouring out of his mouth, he had never messed up his stringent schedule like this before, and the source of his issues was just sitting across the room, casually leaned back in a chair with an elbow thrown across the back rest.
“About one in the afternoon, yea do you like the decor, and I found you on the couch this morning at six. I would’ve brought you to your own room, but I didn’t know where it was, so.” He shrugged as if kidnapping Chamber was the most obvious solution to any issue. Okay, maybe kidnapping was a bit harsh, but Vincent had not asked to be brought here. Thinking back however he was grateful, lord knows what could’ve happened had someone like Jett found him first, especially in this attire, clothing he wouldn’t normally be caught dead in, along with his currently unstyled hair.
“I’m uh, sorry for the inconvenience.” Vincent said, startled when Erik gently shoved the plate and coffee cup into his hands.
“Meh, there was no real inconvenience, you weigh nothing.” Breach said sitting back down, and pulling something on the desk close to begin working on it, adjusting the small lamp light so he could see better. Leaving Vincent to sit and think mentally about Erik carrying him around, causing a flush to rise to his face. “You can stay as long as you like, but I’m sleeping in that bed whether you're here or not by the way.” Erik said, prompting Chamber to start eating so he could get out of the others' hair.
“Y'know Erik, If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to get me in bed.” Vincent joked, taking a bite of the food he had been given.
“I’d say I already have you there.” Erik said without looking up, and Chamber choked slightly, face flushing at the response.
“You are not as funny as you think you are. Especially when your jokes are toying with others emotions.” Chamber said, clearing his throat and avoiding looking in Breach’s direction.
“What makes you say that?” Erik said, and Vincent laughed to himself slightly.
“Sorry, is the flirting genuine?” Chamber said sarcastically, taking a drink from the cup, shocked slightly when it was exactly as he liked, wondering when Erik had the time to learn this.
“Obviously.” Breach said, with not an ounce of snark behind his voice, and Chamber looked up, slightly surprised. Erik had turned to look at him, and Vincent studied the sincerity on his face, finding no tricks, no underlying emotions, just Erik.
Suddenly the door was pretty much blown open.
“Breachy! Cypher said Interpol-” Raze shouted before pausing, taking in the scene in front of her. “Oh haha, am I interrupting something?”
“Oh no, don't worry, I was just on my way out.” Vincent said, standing abruptly, picking up the plate and cup and turning to Breach. “Thank you for the food and your generosity. Thank you less for your sense of humor.” He said, walking out, bringing the plate and cup to the kitchen. What happened in there? Chamber paused, standing at the kitchen island to take stock of what he learned. Erik was supposedly flirting with him, seriously and intentionally, but why? He didn't know anything about Vincent beyond his name and apparently how he liked his coffee. He didn't even know where his room was, so what could possibly be possessing him to flirt? Chamber shook his head, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to understand Breach’s motivations no matter how hard he tried. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair, sighing deeply, turning to go to his room and stopping short when he saw Erik standing in the doorway.
“I’m being serious. I’m into you.” Erik said, unprompted.
“You can’t be into me.” Vincent retorted quickly.
“Why not?”
He scoffed.
“Because you don't know me! You don’t know a thing about me! I’ve given you no reasons to trust me and quite frankly I’ve kind of been an asshole!” Vincent said, voice shaking with frustration, and he hated it.
“I’d really like to.” Erik said, stealing the breath from Vincent's lungs. He looked away from Breach, the vulnerability in eye contact far too much right now.
“And when you don't like what you find? What then?” He said, turning around and crossing his arms, taking a steadying breath.
“I'm not worried about that.” Breach said, and Chamber felt one of his hands come up to rest on his shoulder. He swallowed hard and turned, eyebrows raising slightly in shock when Erik pulled him gently into a hug. Eventually, Vincent pulled away, wrapping his arms around his torso.
“I will, think, about it. I make no promises about anything.” Chamber said, holding his head high.
“I’m confident enough that I don’t think I need it.” Breach responded, crossing his arms and smirking. Vincent just rolled his eyes and walked out, wondering what the hell he got himself into.
He didn't seem to have gotten himself into much to be honest. Not much changed from how his schedule had evolved to fit Erik into it. Every once in a while though, he would make his coffee earlier than usual, and end up in Breach’s room sitting on his freshly made bed as he polishes his guns while Erik showers. Normally he was finished by the time Breach was done, meaning they were able to work on their own things; Chamber typically designed new gun blueprints and he had discovered that Erik had been working on maintenance for backup parts for his arms and upgrades for them as well. He knew that Erik knew he was polishing his guns while he showered, but he had never asked about it, which is fair, as it seemed relatively banal to Chamber. So he didn’t think too much about it when the bathroom door opened about twenty minutes earlier than expected.
“Ah bonjour, how was your shower?” Vincent said, without looking up.
“Your tattoos are gone.” Erik said, and that caused Chamber to look up from his work. Breach stood in front of the door to his en suite, hair down and slightly wet, in just his pajama pants, and was staring at him very intently, absentmindedly rubbing to dry his hair.
“Yeah,” He held up his Tour de Force . “I was cleaning my gun.” He looked back down, wiping gently against the outside of the barrel, looking back up when Breach sat right next to him, eyes trained on the gun.
“It's really imponderande.” Erik said reverently, and Vincent looked up at him, before looking back down at the gun and very tentatively holding it out towards the other.
“Here. Be gentle with it.” Chamber said, a soft smile on his face. Erik looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to break it.” He trailed off slightly, nervously holding his hands out. Chamber delicately set it into Breach’s palms, trying to calm his racing heart, the back of his mind screaming at him to rip the gun out of Breach’s hands, but he resisted, he trusted Erik to not break his gun. Erik gently held it up, peering down its scope as if he was aiming in on a target and Chamber was taken aback by the beauty of him aiming down the sights on his gun, the focus in his eyes and he felt a flush rise in his cheeks to the tips of his ears. After a moment, Breach handed it back carefully.
“Hell of a job on that. It’s designed beautifully.” Breach said, now staring at Chamber.
“Merci tache solaire." Vincent said, fidgeting slightly from the praise before finding a small imprint near the butt of the sniper, pressing gently and allowing the gun to slip apart, naturally locking back into place against the magnetic radianite ink on his skin. Breach’s eyes widened slightly.
“How does that work?” He said, leaning in slightly, and running his hand along the metal near his forehead and he shivered. Erik pulled his hand back, fear flashing in his eyes.
“No no, it doesn't hurt, don't worry. There’s radianite laced in the metal, as well as in invisible lines tattooed across my body, there's a trigger on the metal that brings it all together and also reverts it back to my skin. I can still feel when they are touched, and it's a little more,” He paused, trying to find the word. “Intense, so to speak.”
“So you can feel,” Erik said, reaching forward and gently running his hand along the tattoo on his arm. “This?”
Chamber shivered again and nodded, to which Erik grinned, pulling his hand back and standing.
“I just gotta finish getting dressed and we can head to the workshop.” He said, grabbing a shirt and pulling it on, and then dug around on his desk for a hair tie.
“May I?” Chamber said from where he was still sitting on the bed, receiving a confused glance from Breach. “Your hair? May I?” He had asked Killjoy to teach him how to braid a few days ago and had practiced for far too long so he could do it perfectly.
“You know how to braid hair?” Breach said, sitting next to Chamber with his back to him, brushing his hair back with his hand.
“Guess you’ll have to find out.” Chamber replied, and Erik laughed loudly in response. Vincent gently worked his fingers into Erik’s hair, carefully pulling it back and detangling it, rubbing gingerly at his scalp in the process. Erik sighed contentedly in response, shoulders relaxing. They sat in relative silence as Vincent worked, when he reached the end, he tapped Erik’s shoulder holding his hand out in front of his face waiting for the hair tie, finishing the thick braid off and then clapping, rather proud of his work.
“Voilà!” Chamber said, smiling as Breach reached back and felt down the braid, a smile stretching across his face as well.
“Nice job liten kattunge.” Breach said, turning to face Chamber.
“Attendez une minute, what does that mean?”
“Little kitten.” Erik said with a smirk as Vincent's face started burning, blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears to the back of his neck, at a loss for words. He stood and made his way to the door.
“We should probably get going.” He said, avoiding looking at Breach.
“Whatever you say, liten kattunge.”
Chamber wasn’t quite sure when it had happened exactly, but he realized one day that he had definitely fallen for Breach. He was a loud, volatile man who said whatever he wanted and had confidence in his abilities. He was also incredibly gentle when he needed to be, taking care not to break anything he deems fragile, taking his time when doing things to ensure they were done right, especially when it was for someone he cared about. There was also the general base attraction he felt for the swede that kept flustering him when he least expected it.
There was a lot that Vincent was into, but he wasn’t sure Erik was still into him. It might seem stupid to doubt, seeing as they still hung out all day, almost everyday, pretty much the only time they spend apart when theyre using the bathroom or asleep. It had been nearly two months though, and he had started to get nervous.
It had apparently been showing.
“Vin, take a deep breath liten kattunge.” Erik said, sidling up next to where Vincent was letting rip on the training dummies. “Your shoulders are tense and your stance is off. What’s going on?” He brought a hand up to Vincent's elbow, letting it rest there, gently guiding his arms down, causing Chamber to drop his stance and gently set the vandal down on the table in front of him.
“Je suis désolé.” He said, rubbing a hand on his forehead and looking down. “I don’t know what's gotten into me.”
“Hey, hey.” Erik said, bringing his free hand up and using a hooked finger under Vincent's chin, he tilted his head up, moving it to cup his cheek once he was making eye contact. He gently rubbed his finger along Chambers cheekbone, smiling softly when he leaned into it slightly. “It's okay, you know you are better than how you are performing today. Do not let this get into your head.”
Vincent took a deep breath, nodding, suddenly aware of how close Erik had moved, chests nearly touching. He looked up into Erik’s eyes and suddenly something shifted, the air became heavy, charged with something unspoken. Chambers' eyes darted down quickly, glancing at Breach’s lips, and when he looked back up it seemed like the other had noticed. He leaned in slightly, Erik doing the same, before pausing and they made eye contact once more, a silent discussion passing before they were surging forward meeting each other's lips.
Erik kissed like he did anything else, aggressively. He was biting at Vincent's lips, mapping the inside of his mouth with his tongue, claiming the space for his own, and Chamber hadn't even realized, but at some point he had been pushed up against the table they were at, and hoisted up on top of it, one of Breach’s arms supporting him as he leaned against the table, and Chambers thighs caging him in and keeping him directly in front of him. Not that he was worried he’d leave.
But eventually all good things must come to an end, and after a few minutes, there was a loud yelp from the entrance to the room they were in, and Breach reluctantly pulled himself away from Chamber as Killjoy made some stuttering excuse before running away. Then the realization of what he had done was sprung onto Vincent rather suddenly and he gasped slightly before covering his mouth, face bright red.
“Oh Erik, mon coeur, I apologize, I didn't mean to kiss you without asking for consent I just got so caught up-” Chamber was cut off by Breach’s mouth on his own once again.
“You worry too much liten kattunge.” He said after a moment and Chamber couldn't help himself from bursting out laughing, Breach soon following suit.
Vincent Fabron was still an incredibly particular man with a very strict schedule, and he was eternally grateful he had someone like Erik Torsten to share it with.