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Katana and Hyperlaser had both just finished a phight together, and Katana appeared rather stressed, wound up, or whatever synonym of uneasy you’d prefer. When asked to join Katana back at his house to chat, Hyperlaser couldn’t refuse.
The pair of old men walked through the door, slipping off sandal-like shoes and boots alike, only able to get a few steps in before hearing a loud shout ringing through the house.
“Katana brought his boyfriend over, again!” Shuriken’s voice met everyone’s ears, earning a masked glare from the tall red demon.
“He is not my boyfriend, Shuriken. Stop calling him that.” Katana spoke sternly, grabbing Hyperlaser’s hand in a very boyfriend-like way. Hyperlaser stood around awkwardly, like how he did every time Katana brought him to his house.
While Katana did not like to consider the two ‘boyfriends’, or ‘dating’, they were far closer than ‘just friends’. The two preferred (Katana preferred, Hyperlaser didn’t care) ‘partners’, or friends.
Shuriken, meekly meeting Katana’s harsh gaze, shut up, turning his head back down to his phone. The pair continued down the hall to Katana’s room, both stepping inside.
The first thing that caught Hyperlaser’s attention was the particularly ‘messy’ bed; blankets piled to form small walls, pillows only furthering the miniature ‘fort’ Katana had going on. The rest of the room was as it normally was, just the abnormally untidy bed.
Katana walked up to the ‘fort’, sitting inside it and off to the side slightly, lookin over to an unmoved Hyperlaser expectantly. Hyperlaser hesitantly walked up to the bed, moving a couple pillows out of the way to sit on the edge.
Katana gave a quiet displeased warble, Hyperlaser looked down at the structure, back up to Katana, and then back down to the structure. That’s when it dawned on him. This wasn’t a fort, it was a nest , the new year was just beginning, bird instincts must be going a little nuts for Katana, poor guy.
Hyperlaser put the pillow back and crawled up next to Katana, embracing him in an ‘I’m sorry’ hug. Katana accepted the apology, and also just wanted to hug Hyperlaser. They sat for a few minutes in silence, hugging and cuddling a little bit before Katana let out a low chirp, breaking off from the hug to begin removing his outer layers.
Eventually stripped to just a shirt and pants, Katana’s wings extended, loose feathers shaking free before Katana hugged Hyperlaser again, wings embracing the smaller man as well.
A few more moments and Katana was shifting around again, hand slowly moving upward and fingers lightly tapping at where Hyperlaser’s wings would be (if he had any). “You alright, Dear?” Hyperlaser cooed, tapping his helmet against Katana’s mask lightly in a mock-kiss.
Katana cooed back, low voice resonating slightly in his chest before meeting Hyperlaser’s ears. Hyperlaser thought for a moment, Ah, preening instinct . He concluded, lifting his helmet from his head and resting it just outside the nest, still on the bed. Katana’s hands almost instantly found Hyperlaser’s coily hair, combing through the dark strands and fluffing the volume back into his partner’s hair.
Hyperlaser smiled fondly at the taller man, this type of behavior was one of many things Hyperlaser found endearing about the bird-like phighter. Hyperlaser moved a hand up to gently pull Katana’s mask from his face.
The taller paused, staring down into Hyperlaser’s eyes, not a single thought behind his own as he idly played with Hyperlaser’s hair. Hyperlaser let out a low chuckle, bringing a hand up to lightly stroke Katana’s wing.
The taller man cooed softly, leaning in. His feathers were puffed out slightly, due to not being used to the gentle touches.
Eventually, somehow, I don't know, fill in the blanks, Hyperlaser was sitting in Katana’s lap, the samurai’s hands playing with the shorter’s hair still , and his wings wrapped around the sniper’s body.
The two were content and happy, Hyperlaser leaning back into Katana’s larger form, when a few soft knocks were heard on the door. Hyperlaser reached over the walls of the nest to grab his helmet, barely getting it over his head before Vinestaff peeked her head through the door, knowing better than to question their situation.
“Would you two like any tea? I was just about to make some for myself.” She spoke softly, eyes looking from Katana to Hyperlaser, expectant of an answer.
The two gays looked at eachother Katana letting out a quiet warble that only Hyperlaser could hear. He nodded slightly to show he understood.
“No, thank you, Vinestaff.” He spoke, bowing his head slightly in respect. “Oh, really? It wouldn’t be an issue, are you sure?” She insisted, and Hyperlaser considered, looking back up to Katana who shook his head.
“I’m sure, again, thank you for offering.” Hyperlaser spoke, another slight bow of the head. Vinestaff nodded in understanding, closing the door behind her.
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“ Well? ” Shuriken whisper-shouted, making an exaggerated shrugging gesture and pacing up to Vinestaff. She just looked down at him, a faux confused look on her face.
She knew that the shorter wanted her to tell them what they were doing in there, if it was compromising or not, but she was playing dumb for Katana and Hyperlaser’s sake, as well as ‘for shits and giggles’.
“ Oh, come on! Don’t make me say it..! ” The green thing whined, grabbing onto Vinestaff’s arm and shaking it, dragging his feet as he followed her into the kitchen.
“They weren’t doing anything.” She finally admitted, getting out a kettle and beginning to fill it with water. Shuriken didn’t quite believe her, if the jaw-dropped, over-exaggerated look of surprise on his face didn’t give it away.
“What? They were just sitting together, presumably talking before I came in.” She fibbed, anyone would have been able to contextualize the situation, she just didn’t want to give Shuriken the satisfaction that his dad did in fact like men.
Shuriken pouted, making a couple hand signals to disappear in a small cloud of smoke. Vinestaff’s eyes went wide, no way he’s actually going to…
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Hyperlaser chuckled quietly, grabbing one of Katana’s cheeks gently. The taller had begun quietly chirping in joy, leaning down to be level with the shorter, scarred face smiling softly at the even scar-ered face before him.
If someone was standing in the doorway, it would have looked like the two were kissing. And Shuriken had the honor of finding this out.