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Remy screamed when a pair of hands suddenly landed on his waist from behind him. He jumped forward, pulling away and spinning around to get a good look at his attacker.
He realised immediately that it was not an attacker. Instead, if was his boyfriend, Remus, who was grinning victoriously at him, as he had just successfully scared Remy.
Remus's hands were covered in something sticky and red - it looked like blood, but was probably fake.
Remy looked down at himself. There were two bright red handprints staining his favourite white t-shirt, and he let out a loud, offended gasp.
"Remus, what the fuck?!" He exclaimed.
"It's Halloween, baby! I had to scare you!"
"You did not have to scare me," Remy hissed. "And you didn't have to get bloody handprints on my shirt, either!"
Remus looked down at his hands, then at Remy's shirt, and then back at Remy's face.
He gave him a smile that was half sheepish, and half still mischievous.
"It's fake?"
"Yeah, I know it's fake, dumbass. But the stains are real!"
"I mean, you can take off your shirt."
Remy glared at Remus, though it was as half-hearted as it always was when he tried to glare at his boyfriend. He still loved him, even when Remus tried his best to annoy him.
"You're being an asshole, so you don't get to see me shirtless."
"But what if I took my shirt off?"
Remy thought about it for a moment, looking his boyfriend over and actually considering the offer.
"Maybe..."
Remus grinned. "And... what if I kissed you? Would you forgive me then?"
Remy also thought about that for a beat.
"If you wash your hands first," Remy finally decided.
"Deal."