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“Hey, uh, Grian?” Scar pipes up, breaking the silence that had fallen over them as they walked. “I kinda… No, wait, I mean, really need to pee.”
Grian snorts at that. He twists his neck to give Scar an exasperated stare, quirking an eyebrow. “Seriously? Now? Can’t you hold it till we get there?”
There was a long pause, and for a second, Grian sees an expression on Scar’s face that he can’t say he’s ever really seen before. It was almost helpless. But it was gone just as quick as it came, melting into a goofy, lopsided grin.
“…Right. Y-yeah, of course I can. I’m a grown man, after all.”
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Originally, Grian thought the worst thing that could ever happen to him was being dragged out into the desert by Scar, the madman who insisted on taking over the entire land and monopolizing sand. Sand, of all things. Of which there were thousands of blocks of.
Somehow, he was wrong.
The actual worst thing that could ever happen to him, he’s now decided, was waking up with a hard-on while sharing a bed with said madman who was currently spooning him from behind, fast asleep and snoring gently without a care in the world.
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Grian’s eyes widen, having just put the pieces together in his mind on what this is all about -- Scar’s found out about BigB.
He panics, his breathing speeding up a little, squirming under Scar’s grasp which tightens quickly to meet his struggle. “Scar,” he pleads, which gets the man to look up at him, if only to glare at him with an expression that’s both emotionless and filled with a cacophony of emotions all at once, which shuts him up instantly.
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“Can I… uh, tell you a secret?”
Date laughs – that low, incredibly attractive chuckle that never fails to give Ryuki butterflies, a queasy feeling that stirs warm in his stomach. This time, however, it nearly makes him vomit, already starting to get cold feet just from the way his superior quirks an eyebrow at him. “A secret? Alright, you’ve got me curious. Shoot.”
It wasn’t true. What he was about to say was nothing short of a blatant lie. But if he played his cards right, with someone as perverted as Date…
“I’m… a girl.”
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In all the times he’s dreamed of this moment, Ryuki always thought it would be perfect. It was just a fantasy, after all – what was so wrong about that? He’d imagined that everything would line up like some cheesy romance novel, where Date would whisper to Ryuki that he loves him, that he’s always loved him, and everything would shift in the world. Black and white would suddenly sprout into vivid colour.
But this…
Well, despite how different it was from his fantasies, this was perfect, too, in all the ways he’s never allowed himself to explore. The taste of whiskey is prominent on Date’s tongue as it hungrily explores Ryuki’s mouth, making the smaller man whimper. Perhaps he's found a new definition of perfection.
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