Cleaning

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Title: Cleaning
Fandom: apurgatorium, Gundam 00
Pairing: Lyle/Allelujah
Rating: R
Notes: ....idfk. Not formatting the IMs to look all fancy. Did that once before. Took too long.



This was wrong. This was wrong, because he knew just where this was going, and he wasn't making any attempt to derail the conversation. No, he—they both knew exactly what they were getting into.



only78percent: Will I get any responsibility points for cleaning the kitchen?
covert chord: You'd just end up making a mess. I told you I'm not letting you in there by yourself.
only78percent: Okay, so then you'll come with me and teach me?
covert chord: Yes. I want to keep an eye on you when you're doing it. That, and cleaning's a little less boring when you're not doing it by yourself.
only78percent: Right, then. So, my adorable teacher. You'll have to teach me the proper technique.
covert chord: Stop calling--ah, whatever. Uh...Well. You want to be...very thorough about it.
only78percent: Thorough, huh?
covert chord: Yes. You need to get everything taken care of, every little spot, or it's just not going to end up as good.
only78percent: So where do I start?
covert chord: Well...first you'll want to get anything unnecessary off of and away from the area. Any cloth coverings, anything around that might get in your way, etc. You want direct access to what it is that you're cleaning.
only78percent: Got it. Direct access. So once I've got it all bare, then what?
covert chord: I guess the first thing to do would be surface cleaning. What's easily accessible, what's right under your hands, you know?



Allelujah shifted in his seat a little, already feeling his pants growing tight. Unzipping them just to lessen some of the pressure wouldn't be a bad thing, right? Right?



only78percent: Surface cleaning. Gotcha. What tools and techniques do I use, then?
covert chord: You could use a cloth, or your hand, or whatever. Depends on what you feel like using. While you can technically do it dry, you're able to get a much more thorough cleaning by using some kind of liquid. It'll generally lube up the surface enough to make it easier and better.
only78percent: So I just lube it up and run my hand across it?
covert chord: Basically.
only78percent: Right, I've seen people do this before. I use up and down motions. Right?
covert chord: Those work the best, yeah...keep doing it, just be careful so that you don't make a bigger mess somehow than what you started with. Just keep your eye on things.
only78percent: Gotcha. I'm practicing here in my room right now. I think I'm getting the hang of it.



So much for leaving it at that. The younger Meister barely even noticed when one of his hands moved to start rubbing at himself until he had to bite back a moan. Damnit, Lockon was asleep barely six feet away, what was he doing?



covert chord: Good. Practice makes perfect, after all. I'm practicing a little myself, you know, just to not get rusty...I figured, why not. Anyway, how are things going over there?
only78percent: fiid
only78percent: Sorry, good. It's hard to type with one hand.
covert chord: Yeah. It is.
only78percent: There's more after this, isn't there? Keep teaching me.
covert chord: Right, uh, other than that. There are some slightly harder to reach areas but you still want to get to them too if you want to be thorough.
only78percent: So how do I do that?
covert chord: Well, you can try getting a bit of your hand in there. A finger or three, just to access the area.
only78percent: And just up and down motions like before?
covert chord: Basically, or you could rub a little if you find the exact spot you're looking for.
only78percent: What else can I do?
covert chord: Sometimes you can get something else bigger in there. Again, you want to be thorough, keep doing those motions, get to every nook and cranny.



His typing speed by now had drastically slowed, as by now, he really was only typing with one hand. The other...was busy moving on himself, and the only semi-comfort he had was that he didn't seem to be the only one whose messages were taking longer and longer to be typed.



only78percent: just keep with that
only78percent: ?
covert chord: yes, keep working with that
covert chord: you can use other tools if you wnt, whatever gets the job done
only78percent: got it, techer
only78percent: teacher
only78percent: sorry
covert chord: don't worry. you have it now?
only78percent: yeah



It was quiet enough in the house by now that he could almost, almost hear some sort of sound coming through the wall, but maybe it was just his imagination. Either way, it was his imagination that twisted their words just right enough to send him over the edge, and Allelujah had to bite his lip hard again to keep himself quiet as his body tensed.

For a good few minutes, there was no new message in the chatroom from either of them. Allelujah was in a bit of a daze, trying to gather himself up and pretending that he didn't just do what he just did.



covert chord: So, do you understand it all now?
only78percent: I think. I'm going to need a lot of practice. Can you come down with me to the kitchen to show me firsthand? You can only do so much over the network, you know.
covert chord: ...Yeah, I think I could arrange that.
only78percent: Maybe tomorrow night, this time. We don't want to disturb anyone with our cleaning.
covert chord: ...good idea.



He let out a deep breath, grabbing an old to-be-washed-tomorow-anyway shirt from the floor and cleaning himself up. At least Lockon hadn't--

"Alle, what're you doing?" came the sleepy voice of said man from the nearby bed. Allelujah froze for a moment, making sure his back was facing Lockon.

"Uh, nothing, just couldn't sleep so I was checking the network. Go to sleep, I'll be there in a minute."

"You're not doing anything weird, right? Like porn. People look at porn late at night. You're not hiding porn from me, are you?"

It very very, very obvious that Lockon was just barely awake, and he couldn't help but smile. "No, Lockon, I'm not hiding porn from you. Go to sleep."

He only got a sleepy mumble in return before he heard a rustle of bedsheets, and then silence again.



covert chord: Alright, so I'll see you tomorrow?
only78percent: You got it, teacher.