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Arm’s knees hit the seat behind him and the wooden bench feels cold on his butt, but he barely notices it. “I’m Yours?” He’s surprised he can even speak considering that his brain is still processing what Arc just told him. It isn’t possible. This has to be a joke. Arc loves to tease him, so this has to be a joke. Isn’t it?
Arc leans in close, his hands resting on Arm’s knees. “Do you want to be?” As usual, Arc’s face gives nothing away. His body language exudes his usual confidence. But his eyes. His eyes are intense and they seem to swallow Arm whole. And his voice. It isn’t his usual barking tone. It’s soft and gentle, and it makes Arm lean closer like a siren luring a sailor to his doom.
Yes, yes, yes!! bounces around his brain, but Arm can’t get the words past his lips. Yes, he wants to be Arc’s. He wants it so badly, but a small part of him is chained still with disbelief. There’s no way Arc can be serious because Arc is in love with someone else. The hope that briefly shined in his eyes dims and is replaced with a sheen of tears. Arc is in love with someone else.
Before the first tear can fall, fingers wrap around his chin and all the words rattling around in his brain come to a screeching halt as Arc’s eyes suck him back in. A thumb brushes softly back and forth along his skin. “Arm, do you want to be mine?” Arc’s tone is a little firmer this time. A little more demanding, but still gentle and Arm leans forward just a little bit more. They’re so close that Arm can feel Arc’s breath against his lips. Not for the first time, Arm wonders what Arc’s lips taste like? They look so delicious and Arm wants to lick them like he licked the ice cream cone he’d had earlier today when he was watching Arc’s football practice.
Arc’s breath hitches slightly, as if he can read Arm’s thoughts. Except he can’t. Fuuuuccckkk! Arm belatedly realizes that he hadn’t thought those last few words, he’d actually said them OUT LOUD. Fuck, fuck, fuck!! Mayday!! Mayday!! Mayday!! Damn him and his stupid brain. Why did he do that???? What will Arc think of him now?? Fuck, fuck, fuck, stupid Arm. Just stupid!!
In a panic he pulls out of the bubble of space they’d created and runs. He vaguely hears Arc call his name, but he doesn't stop. He just wants to get back to his dorm and hide under the covers for the rest of his life. He’ll never be able to show his face on campus again and his dad will be forever disappointed that his son didn’t follow in his Engineering footsteps.
His hand touches the door knob, but before he can push through, a pair of arms wrap around his waist like a vice and he can’t move. Like a panicked animal, Arm fights and thrashes, but the arms don't let go. Instead they tighten and he feels a warm body press up against his back, locking them in place like two puzzle pieces. “Arm, Arm! Stop struggling and listen to me. Arm. Stop, you idiot!” The tone of voice combined with the usual name calling causes Arm’s body to freeze by reflex. For a few moments the silence is filled with their harsh breathing and Arm’s pounding heart beats.
“If you really want to know what my lips taste like, all you have to do is ask.” The words brush warmly against the shell of Arm’s ear and a shiver runs down his spine. It takes a few seconds for his brain to register the words and he practically breaks his neck as he turns to look at the man standing behind him. The Superior Prince’s usual smirk is in place and his eyes are shining with their usual teasing light. “If you want to lick my lips like an ice cream cone, all you have to do is say you’re mine.” With his body locked into place and his neck twisted like it is, the words are spoken against his cheek and Arc’s lips slightly graze his skin because they’re so close.
And now they’re back to where they started, with Arm’s thoughts in chaos.
Arc turns him in his arms, but keeps a tight grip on him. Gently, he brushes their noses together and Arm is lost inside his eyes again. “Arm, say that you’re mine.” There’s a slight pleading tone in his voice this time as he continues to brush their noses together and his breath is a teasing kiss against Arm’s lips. Arc’s heat is impossible to resist and Arm doesn’t want to fight anymore. Never challenge the god of fire. Arm has learned his lesson.
“Yes, I’m yours”. The words finally leave his lips and Arm feels like he can breathe again. Arc’s smirk turns into a rare and beautiful smile as he leans in. The door slams open behind him and Arm jumps as he watches his soul leave his body. Sand and Po come barging through the door yelling his name and ruining the romantic moment. Arm is dumping them. He is totally dumping them. They’re the worst friends ever. What did he ever see in them anyway?
As usual, the two bozos don’t realize what they’ve done and as soon as they see their Superior Prince and idol in front of them, they completely forget Arm even exists. They bow their greetings to Arc and fuss over him loudly. Meanwhile, Arc is his usual arrogant self, acting like nothing even happened. Arm just stands there and stares. Why isn’t Arc making them leave? Isn’t he upset that Sand and Po interrupted? Arm’s blood pressure rises and he turns to leave. Arc is an idiot. Sand and Po are idiots. They’re all annoying idiots!
Before he can take more than a step, he’s pulled back abruptly by Arc’s hand wrapped strongly around his. He looks up and he sees Arc’s eyes locked on him even as he responds to something Sand is saying. In response to his confused look, Arc gives his hand a squeeze, his smirk grows, and the message in his eyes is clear. You’re mine and you’re not going anywhere . Arm’s annoyance disappears, his body relaxes, and his brain turns to mush. Ugh, it’s embarrassing how easily he melts under Arc’s touch. He’ll have to be careful to hide that in the future. It’d only cause Arc’s arrogance to increase and he’s irritating enough as it is.
Arm looks down at their joined hands and gently rubs his thumb against Arc’s finger, fascinated by the feel of his skin. As Arc squeezes his hand again in response, Sand and Po finally remember Arm is there and start begging him to take them out to dinner. Sand spent all of his allowance earlier in the week and he’ll starve to death if his best friend Arm doesn’t help him out. Arm opens his mouth to tell him they’re not friends anymore (because yes, he’s still angry with them) when Arc speaks up and offers to take them all out for dinner. The two idiots jump around and make noise like it’s new years as they all start walking to the closest restaurant.
Hands clasped and arms brushing like two magnets crashing against each other, Arm’s eyes move up until they’re once again meeting Arc’s. Slowly, Arc brings Arm’s hand up to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss…followed by a slow lick of his tongue. As his brain starts to shut down from the shock, Arm briefly wonders if Arc thinks he tastes delicious? Arc leans close and whispers against his ear “Yes, you do.” Fuuuucccckkk! Stupid brain!!!