On the Origins of Friends.

Groaning, he stretched languidly and ran a hand over his bare stomach, noticing only just then that they had fallen off of the back of the wagon at some point. Dirt and bits of leaves clung to his bloodied, sweat-slicked skin, and Guile didn't look any better. Dysz rolled over on his back, grinning like a madman.

"What has you so happy?"

Dysz just shook his head, grin still stuck in place and growing wider.

Guile cuffed him on the side of the head, a slow smile of his own quirking one corner of his mouth. "You'd think you'd have better balance."

Dysz rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but it's kinda hard to keep your balance when you have someone straddled over your lap squirming like a hundred hooked eels."

Guile only grunted in reply. He propped his head on one hand, using the other to rub small circles on the other man's chest.

"Mm." Dysz sighed at the sensation. He pillowed his hands behind his head and gazed up at the sky, scanning the heavens idly for any sign of their previous pursuer. There was no sign of the creature, but the moon had reappeared from behind the torn clouds, brilliant against the tattered sky. He sighed again, letting drowsiness pull his eyelids down.



"How long do you suppose this will last?"

A shrug he didn't see. "As long as it will. Until we try to kill each other again, I suppose."

Dysz smiled. He couldn't even imagine wanting anything else.

Guile's soft breathing tickled against the side of his face, and he cracked open his eyes a hair, just enough to peer up at the other man's face. Guile's eyelids were closed over his empty sockets, a soft smile resting on his lips as he slowly ran his hand over Dysz's stomach.

Dysz resisted the urge to surprise the smile off of his face with a rough kiss, and opted instead to slip a hand underneath him, grabbing a fistful of feathers as he curled his arm around Guile's back. He buried his face in Guile's shoulder and inhaled deeply, reveling in his earthy scent. "...I love you."

There was a long pause as Guile trailed his claws lightly over the other man's chest.

"…There are times," he said thoughtfully, "When I love you too."



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