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Killer had never felt so whole in his life. Well, more like the past three weeks, but his whole life was close enough. He'd forgotten what it felt like to feel happy. Until...he came back to him.
He'd thought he was imagining his return that first day as he'd been injured and had lost a lot of blood, but now he was sure that he was back. Finally back. At fist he was pissed that Dust had stabbed him, but if he hadn't he never would've seen his beloved again.
Of course he wished that the others could see Cross again, but he wasn't ready for that yet. He knew them and knew that they would take him away to keep for themselves. And he couldn't have that, now could he?
Instead of sharing him, Killer decided to keep him all for himself.
- - -
Four days passed since Cross came back to him, and they were the best days of his life. He began getting up early and going to bed late to spend as much time with him as possible and it was beginning to show.
He drank three cups of coffee a day, snapping more at the others when he saw them, and was slacking in the minimal training sessions they had. He was practically falling apart. But it was fine since he had him.
- - -
Today, he and Cross were cuddling in the garden again. It had become the one place they could talk without being interrupted which they were extremely greatfull for.
The two were sharing fond memories over tea and chocolate chip cookies (Cross's favorite snack). Horror had looked at him like he was crazy when he found Killer in the kitchen baking cookies. But he didn't care.
He'd brought a picnic blanket as well and had laid it out so he and Cross could lay down and not get dirt on their clothes like last time. They'd had the best time that day, despite the fact be bled through the bandages.
While lying together, Killer looked up Cross and simply admired his beauty. "How did I get so lucky..?" He quietly muttered, gazing up at him in awe. When Cross heard what he'd said, he chuckled and began petting his hair again.
"I think I should be the one asking that, Amor." He looked down at the dark-haired man in his lap, taking in all the features that he deemed beautiful. even if his love didn't agree with him.
"When am I going to be able to see the others?" Cross asked, sounding hopeful. That question made Killer's jaw tighten and his expression darkened, but he forced himself to put on a smile. "Not yet, Habibi."
He made sure that his tone and expression would make him think that he would be able to see the others again soon, but in reality he couldn't have him leaving him again.
Cross was his.