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The clock read about 7 PM. Sting had stayed late at the guild to finish some paperwork, and stayed a little later than he had originally intended. There were very few members still left at the guild, one of which that remained was Sorano.
"Jeez, you look like you're about to collapse. Just how much paperwork was there?" she slightly teased. "A decent bit, wasn't expecting to stay this late though." he said, with a hint of grogginess in his voice. "Hm, well then, you should get going yknow? Rogue left earlier and he's probably waiting for you." Sorano snickered a little. "Oh hush up!" was all Sting could respond with before he was out the door.
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The door opened as Rogue glanced at the man entering. "Why the hell are you making pancakes at 7 PM?" Sting shut the door behind him and walked up behind Rogue, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist. "Felt like having breakfast for dinner." He responded, leaning into the embrace. "Why? Not to your liking?" Rogue moved the pan on the stove over to an area that was not so hot and turned the stove off. He turned around, wrapping his arms around Sting's neck and looking him in the eyes. "Mmm, I could care less as long as you made it." Sting replied as he gently pressed his lips against the shadow dragon slayer's.
Rogue leaned into the kiss, smiling. "Welcome home, my love." He pulled away and stared into those deep blue eyes. Gosh, he could stare into them for hours on end and never get bored. Rogue loved the blonde man in front of him so very much, and it took him so long to realize. Never would he have thought that he would be in love with his childhood best friend. If he were to be told that at age 12, he would probably laugh. But here he was, wrapped in the arms of said childhood best friend, kissing him, and just enjoying his company.
If he were being honest with himself, he probably couldn't live without Sting. He was, quite literally, the light of his life. Like a part of him he couldn't get rid of, even if he wanted to. Wherever Rogue goes, Sting usually comes along with him. They were like two halves of a whole, inseparable. Not as if he intended to be separated from the blonde, anyways.
"I love you" Sting said in a gentle, loving tone. "I love you too, darling." Rogue replied, closing his eyes and leaning into his boyfriend's loving embrace.
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Sting fell onto the bed, with Rogue in his arms. He pulled his lover's head to his chest and hummed quietly as he played with the dark strands of hair. "Tiring day, huh?" Rogue asked, cuddling into the white dragon slayer. "Mm" The blonde mumbled. Before long, Rogue could tell he was out cold. He wrapped his arms around the latter, and soon fell into his own sleep.