Ship: Coyote/Graves
Word count: 1,076
Summary: Graves & Coyote must go undercover for a mission
Notes: behold, the reason i had to change Coyote/Hellhound's lore! This is during their MARSOC / Raiders days and is probably chock full of military inaccuracies but I wrote this with a migrane so. Also this is JanAUary day 2!!!
Taglist: @mashyaoi, @legoes
Coyote looked over at Graves in the seat next to him. He was shuffling about and pulling at his collar, clearly uncomfortable. Coyote reaches out and places a hand on his leg, steadying him.
"You good, man? You've been squirming for nearly the whole ride."
Graves takes a breath, "Yeah, just a little nervous about the op."
Coyote smiles, "What's there to be nervous about? I'm right here with you."
He scoffs, "Yeah, but we're going in blind with no backup."
"Hey, at least we know what we're after, right?"
Graves mumbles something and Coyote drops the subject. As long as neither of them fuck up horrendously, they'll be fine. And, of course, as long as Markus is able to get them out of there. Speaking of, Coyote turns to the other man sitting at the wheel of the limo, "You okay? I worry about you too, y'know."
Markus chuckles, "I'll be fine. It's you two that we'll have to worry about."
"That's real comforting."
As the limousine pulls up to the gated mansion, they're stopped and asked for their names.
"Jaime and Calvin Logan, we should be on the list," Graves says with practiced charm, Markus repeating this back to the man. Their names are promptly scratched off, and they're let through the gate. Markus stops at the front entrance to the mansion and gives them a small knod.
"I'll be waiting for you, sirs," he says.
"You better," Coyote grumbles. Graves slides out of his seat, climbing out the vehicle and offering his hand to Coyote. He graciously takes it, following the other man out and clinging onto his arm as they walk into the event.
Their mission was simple, find their information and get out. The only problem was where that information was stored, a hidden safe in the host of the party's home office. They'd have to figure out how to get in there and get out without having to cause a fuss. Simple on paper, difficult in execution.
They entered the party and proceeded to schmooze as best as possible, slowly making their way around the room, taking turns introducing themselves, ("We're the Logans, nice to meet you. Yes, we're married, 7 years in fact. How do you know the host?").
They'd made a full circle of the room before they found the aforementioned host, Valery Novák. Graves proudly saunters up to him, Coyote dangling to his arm, and smiles, "Valery! It's so good to see you, old friend."
Valery smiles crookedly, "Ah, remind me of your name?"
"Calvin, Calvin Logan? From, ah, that messy time with those Marines? Helped you outta that mess, 'rember?"
He smiles, "Ah! Calvin, yes, how could I forget such a friendly face. What have you been up to?"
"Well, Jaime and I got married," he says, gesturing to Coyote.
"Jaime! So great to finally meet you, I've heard so many things about you."
"All good things, I hope," Coyote says. The three share a quick laugh, before Graves clears his throat.
"Now, Valery, could we, ah, go somewhere a little more private? I'd like to... talk business, as it were."
"Of course, my friend. Right this way." He gestures for the two to follow him, leading them up the stairway and down the corridor to his personal office. The plan was going terrific.
Once inside the room, Valery closes the door and walks over to the small drink cart in the corner of the room, and tells the two to take a seat on the couch in the other corner. They take a seat, Coyote leaning into the shoulder of his companion.
"Now, Calvin," Valery says, rummaging around, "I do recognize you from the time with the Marines, yes. Only one problem."
"And what's that?"
Valery turns and reveals his gun, "You were one of the Marines." He takes a shot and just barely misses Graves, who'd ducked out of the way just in time.
"I told you that was a shit cover story!" Coyote yells, drawing his weapon and firing, hitting Valery in the leg. Valery cries out in pain, falling to the ground and dropping his piece in the process. Graves draws his own and finishes the job. He proceeds to root around and, rather quickly just as loud footsteps start coming down the hall. Eyes darting around, he finds a closet and drags Coyote in.
It's cramped in the dark closet, the two chest to chest, Graves' head turned to face the door of the closet as he crowds Coyote against the wall. This close, he could feel the other's breath against his neck, which stirred something strange in his stomach.
From Coyote's vantage point, all he could look at were his friend's lips. He stared and stared. He was overcome with a familiar feeling, one of want, of need. He'd felt this many a time around his friend, and the close space wasn't helping with his feelings.
"Graves?" He whispered
"What? There are men out there, about to come into the room, so make it quick."
Coyote pauses before shaking his head, "Never mind then. Some other time."
The men enter the room and do a search, finding the body of Valery. They radioed in the situation and promptly left the room, probably to round up more men. Coyote really wasn't bothered with what was going on, just the way Graves looked in the low light.
Carefully, he opens the door to the closet and steps out, pulling a distracted Coyote out with him.
"We've gotta get out of here."
Coyote swallows his first breath in minutes, "Yeah, no shit, but how?"
Graves slowly turns to the window and smiles back at Coyote.
The fall from the second floor is barely cushioned by the neatly trimmed hedges. They quickly pull themselves up and rush to the limousine, sliding in and startling Markus awake.
"STEP ON IT!" They both yell. Markus floors it out of the place, barely stopping for the gate to open.
"Mission go that good, huh?"
"Yup," Coyote sighs.
"Did you at least get the intel?"
Graves groans and pulls the file out from his coat, "Right here."
"Good. At least it wasn't a total bust."
As they drive off, the two in the back seat both look back on the night's events, each in their own light. Graves wonders why he felt some type away with Coyote so close to him, and Coyote wonders why he still feels something after so long.
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JanAUary 2024!
Hey guys! First off, I want to thank everyone who participated in, or engaged with, Drabblecember2023 this year. Since it was so fun to host, we want to keep the fun going while also slowing it down a little. As such, may I introduce:
JanAUary 2024!
as hosted by myself, and @eternally-smitten, who also created our lovely prompt list graphic!
See below for more information!
What is JanAUary ?
JanAUary is a (yet another) month-long selfship event, without the rigor of a 30-day, "a prompt a day" challenge.
For this event, selfshippers are invited to participate in AU-based content creation! A prompt list will be provided, with each prompt intended for a 3-4 day window, however prompts may be used in any order, for as many days as you wish, as not all prompts may be applicable to every ship.
The event will run from January 1st to February 1st.
Rules:
All selfshippers regardless if you are a follower, mutual, or someone that just stumbles across this in the tags are invited to participate, with the exception of pr*/c*mship/adjacent.
We also invite you to create you own prompt lists and ask games, and to take liberties with the prompts provided to fit them to your ships!
Artists of all kinds are invited to participate! Be it visual art, writing, renders, playlists, aesthetics, or anything else, we wholly want you to have fun. There will be no creative 'restrictions' on what can and can not be used to participate in this event.
How do I participate ?
That's entirely up to you! Just use the tag #janauary2024 when posting so that others, including myself, can find your work!
We also have a discord server, for anyone interested!
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