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Woll's laughs could be heard from outside the building where Dan is standing. The navigator sighs in exasperation, his swords clinking against each other as he shifts his position, trying to lean into the wall to be more comfortable. He's finished his task long ago, and now he only needs to wait for his current partner to get done.
As if on cue, he hears Woll's maniacal laugh again, but this time it's closer. He must've killed everyone inside, Dan thought. He sees the chef walking out of the building grinning in satisfaction before Woll suddenly runs in his direction and growls.
Okay, Dan, that wasn't supposed to make you horny.
But the navigator snapped out of his daydream and quickly pulls out his sword, stepping behind and points it at the last enemy still standing. He wants to applaud the enemy for having some guts to attack both of them, really. He was about to slash the man open before Woll beats him to it—by throwing his knife, which successfully stabs the man's eye in an eerie accuracy.
Dan puts back his sword then, seeing as Woll looks like he's still high enough on adrenaline to finish the annoying guy off. The man doesn't even stand a chance against the chef.
"You done?" Dan asks just as Woll split the guy's head open. Woll's grin is still there on his bloodied face when he nodded at Dan. "Yeah."
"Now let's get back, you overgrown dog." The navigator began to walk, uncaring if the bigger man follows him or not. He just wants to get back, damn it. And quick. His pants are beginning to get uncomfortable.
But the universe must have hated him, because the next thing he knew, Woll had slammed him into the nearest wall. "What did you just call me? A dog?" He looks displeased, but Dan already knew that.
"Suits you, doesn't it? The way you sit on your knees and opens up your mouth for me to use, just like a dog." He smirks. He knows he's playing with fire, and he knows that the chef could definitely beat him in raw strength alone.
But thankfully, Woll only growls in a teasing manner and rubs his crotch against Dan's knee. "Someone who fucked a dog couldn't be better than me, then." Oh? Two can play this game, bring it on. Dan grabs on Woll's collar, tugging it so their faces are closer to each other.
"I wonder." His eye glitters in mischief. Dan tugs on Woll's collar even more, and whispers,
"You were the one begging on your knees in front of me yesterday, after all."
At Woll's barely suppressed moan, Dan knew he had won this little game of theirs. "Come on, Doug and Tig must be waiting." Woll rolls his one good eye. "Bo~ring."
Dan slaps Woll's ass suddenly, making the bigger man jolts in surprise. Dan could barely hold back his chuckle.
"I'll screw you until you're satisfied later, so be a good boy and obey for now, okay?"
Woll follows him with a satisfied grin after that.