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[gipsy_danger]

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[rbec]

[it was never weird to him -- him and yancy and how close they were. that's just how it was, from the time they were little: the becket brothers against the world. they bounced off of each other easily, got along without any effort (not to say they didn't have their disagreements, because there were definitely a couple doozies), and they were practically inseparable.

but that didn't mean raleigh thought of his brother as more than just that: his brother. his smart, fierce, strong big brother, and raleigh knows yancy's better than him at almost anything they come in contact with, but he doesn't mind (most days); he admires yancy too much for that. he sort of wishes he could be more on yancy's level, but yancy just gives him something to aspire to, and he wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.

it's not until they start drifting that things...change. yancy gets in raleigh's head, and it feels like his brother belongs there -- like it's weird that they weren't this connected from the very beginning. rarely had anyone seen a pair of pilots be so compatible, and god, the ghost drifting that lingered between them was beyond any sort of intimacy raleigh had ever experienced in his entire life.

he doesn't want to pass it up for anything.

but that kind of closeness was starting to actually affect the way raleigh looked at his big brother. he tried to keep it to himself, tried not to focus on the way yancy moves and speaks and laughs; sometimes it was like his hands were moving on their own when he clapped his brother on the shoulder and held on a little too long or let their fingers brush when he handed yancy something. the sensation it spread through him was too pleasant to pass up, but he really only noticed it was sort of...off when he caught a peek of his brother changing and damn, had yancy always been that gorgeous?

he was mentally smacking himself for the rest of the day over that one.

it's something he tries desperately to keep out of the drift, something he doesn't want to focus on, because the last thing he wants is to screw all of this up by letting his weird attraction -- or whatever it was -- get back to yancy.

he feels like he's pretty good at keeping things on a normal enough level, even if the way he and yancy move with each other like they just read the other's mind isn't normal, and he keeps it all tamped down, quiet and under wraps so he can just be around his big brother and not worry about it.

for some reason, he didn't really take drinking into account when he was thinking about being normal around yancy. it's not really abnormal for them to hang out in their quarters, having beer to wind down for the evening and letting themselves get comfortably drunk; sometimes it's tons of fun to go out to bars, but other times, it's great just to drink together and relax without the activity of a bar setting.

raleigh finishes another beer after regaling his brother with one of his newest adventures (aka terrible decisions), a grin on his lips as he absently taps his fingers against the side of the bottle. yancy's sitting next to him, listening like always, because he's a good brother like that -- but it doesn't mean raleigh's not used to his brother rolling his eyes at him (a response raleigh is completely expecting when he tells his ridiculous stories).]

Want another beer?

[because yancy looks like he's running on empty with his current bottle.]

[getcocky]

[ When the world went to shit, when mum died and dad left and Jaz said fuck you both and ditched them for the big apple and all they'd had was each other, it only made sense that they'd really, truly throw themselves into the jaeger program. They had nothing left but themselves, and besides - they were gonna be famous, they were gonna be rockstars.

So why go to college? Why finish school? If the world was ending and they needed people to fight, why bother doing any of that shit when you could do something about it?

The PPDC was going to actually give them a jaeger, so what the fuck. Let's do it, kid. Let's finish what we started, let's be fucking amazing. Yancy knows Raleigh will follow his lead, he always has, and it's int the PPDC proper they go and hell, by the time the following June rolls around they've got a kill under their belt and a jaeger to their name.

He can hardly believe it. Jaeger pilots. The two of them.

Then again, when he really thinks about it it's not so surprising. The Drift splits through a person and cracks open their soul, baring their deepest and darkest secrets to one another. You have to trust the other person implicitly to Drift with them, and Raleigh and Yancy's compatibility is nearly off the charts. Minus their hiccup with Naomi, it's little wonder that they're almost extensions of the other at this point. They can finish each others sentences, move around the other with little to no effort, anticipate what they're going to do next before it happens.

It's creepy, in a lot of ways. Creepy, but kind of awesome.

The more they drift the more comfortable they get - casual brushes of fingers and arms, nudges that linger too long. Yancy knows that he's not supposed to feel anything towards his brother except sibling affection and a healthy amount of rivalry, but he can't help but zero in on the way his brother has bulked up, the way skin moves and looks over muscle and sinew and bone. His movements are fluid, like water; his sweat is always a light sheen when he works out and Yancy spends a lot of time in the shower away from Raleigh, dick in his hand and eyes closed, shivering as the hot water slowly gets too cold as he frantically jacks off, hating himself the entire time.

He keeps it out of the drift but only just - he's just experienced and old enough that he can focus on what's important and luckily, they're usually too damn distracted by the incoming kaiju to worry about what lewd thoughts pass through each others minds.

They learned, after Naomi. Nothing else comes between them. Nothing.

And now here they are, celebrating another victory and it's 2019, the height of their career and Yancy's lips are pulled upwards in a smile, alcohol clouding his vision and rational thought. The Shatterdome houses several jaegers and there's no danger of being called back out again tonight; Gipsy needs repairs and a good hosing and they need to recoup - with the PPDC being in the condition it is, pilots can (for now), take breaks and have a drink.

Which is exactly what they're doing. ]

Course I do. Bottoms up, kid. We won.

[rbec]

Damn right we did. Like always.

[raleigh just grins at yancy, because there's nothing like the high that comes with taking down a kaiju; it's pure adrenaline, and even hours after the fight, raleigh's still feeling the rush of pride and delight accompanying their victory.]

Those kaiju got nothing on us.

[he drains the last of his beer, setting aside the empty bottle.

he reaches over to grab another pair, opening one for himself and resting it on the table before opening another and holding it out to his brother. his blue eyes flicker up to meet yancy's, barely even thinking about the way their knees bump against each other because of the way they're sitting.]

Here you go, bro.

[getcocky]

[ Fuck yeah. Like always -- they shouldn't get cocky, Yancy knows that, but it's damn hard not to when Raleigh's so enthusiastic and eager and puppy like and pushing beer in his direction.

And he decides fuck it, he's allowed to be a cocky git for once night in the privacy of their shared bunk so he takes the beer and twists it open and gives a satisfied hum at the hiss. Perfect.

He's had one too many, but it's not like they're gonna get deployed again, it's not like they're driving anywhere.

So he knocks it back, takes a long swig and grins at his brother, and reaches to drip his shoulder. ]

They sure don't, kiddo.