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The afternoon had been treating Regect well, especially considering that he loved being in the Sun. It had never seemed to really change around this time of day, which was, personally, comforting to him; the temperature was just warm enough to burn on his skin but not quite hot enough to be unpleasant.
It hadn't rained at all lately, and the entity was keen on ensuring it stayed that way.
Regect had sat himself out on the patio of their new house, simply awaiting from Ze's return from whatever individual expedition bullshit he was doing. He had no idea how that hooligan found any fun in doing things alone, but he couldn't really change that (as much as he wished he could).
Hm. Hold on.
Wasn't Ze in the mines right now?
Regect hadn't intended for the explosion to harm him. He had only rigged enough TNT to be annoying to clean up, he thought. Clearly it had done a little more than just be a nuisance.
He was just glad that Ze had reflexes. That when he was jerked into the air, Ze threw down a bucket of water before he hit the floor.
"Dude."
Ze now stood directly ahead of Regect, an irritation laced within his every movement. His fingers twitched, itching towards the position the entity had memorized was where he tucked his pistol into. He steeled himself with a sharp inhalation before he spoke again.
"Did you fucking do that?"
It wasn't exactly a question. At least, that wasn't what Ze had been intending. Regect had known fully well that nothing in his world other than himself would rig frequently visited places with explosives. He did not respond.
"Regect."
The entity did not give him an answer. He only stared back.
Ze braced his hands on Regect's shoulders, which had caused the latter to tense before remembering whom he was touching.
The fact that the Sun's rays seemed to bend their backs like that of flowers' stems to ensure Ze looked just...well, um...eye-catching, wasn't convenient. It honestly wasn't really convenient in any situation to find your worst frienemy attractive, to be frank. Especially while he was either extremely vulnerable or pissed off enough to shove a gun into your temple with...generally no hesitation. There was no in-between.
Ze was so fucking awful. He was everything Regect could ever want; it was devastating.
"Regect. I swear to god."
He felt a grin overcome his face; he was glad Ze could have no idea it was there. When the entity finally replied, it was futile to stifle it---you could hear it in his voice---but he did force down the smile anyway.
"What? It's not my fault you didn't see the pressure plate."
Regect knew then and there that Ze was on the verge of a breakdown that was the result of buildup that originated from "oh my god, this pisses me off but I won't yell because it literally doesn't fix anything for me." Ze wasn't mature when it came to his anger at all; he tried too hard to be that way.
"Oh my GOD!"
Angry tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, his expression contorted in a sneer. Breaths heaved in and out of his lungs after he let out a loud, exasperated moan. His hands frustratedly jerked with his words as he began to yell.
Ze wasn't "handsome" by any means, nor did the word charming do him any justice. He was...he... he looked pretty. He was...well, he was, um... gorgeous.
"You HAVE to be kidding me right now! You just---you CANNOT be doing this! I SWEAR TO GOD, REGECT, I CAN'T..."
Regect wondered what he'd look like breathless with his lips parted, swollen, his hair mussed, his bare skin against the entity's palms. It'd only make him that much more easy on the eyes, so... So much more beautiful.
Jesus Christ. Regect was gay as fuck for his roommate.
"What the fuck is WRONG WITH YOU?!" Ze screamed as the entity tuned back into his rant, his hands carding through the hair on his scalp in distress. Regect almost felt a little jealous. The entity barely payed any mind to his words, fascinated by the sliver of his abdomen that uncovered itself as his arms raised. "It's like you GET OFF TO MAKING ME PISSED, I FUCKING SWEAR! WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT?!
"For you to shut up." Regect surprised himself with the sound of his voice, not any demanding or accusatory, just... matter of a fact. He fought back the tug of a small smirk as Ze began to shout again.
"Oh, GREAT, of course, what the FUCK ELSE COULD I HA---"
Regect couldn't help himself as he lunged for Ze and smashed a kiss against his lips, which happened to instantly shut him up. He was worried Ze was straight---like he'd always assumed---and Regect was ruining everything they had going for them by doing this. Or he did, really, until the players every muscle released what had to have felt like knots of tension as he began to press back. Regect shivered when Ze's hands slithered over to his shoulders, the players hands found the back of Regect's skull, and he pressed himself closer. The entity tilted his head to find a better angle and wrapped his arms around Ze's waist.
When Ze made a futile attempt to pull away for his breath, Regect only waited for half of a second before molding their lips together again---and so did he. Every time they parted they were too impatient---much too eager, might he add---to go at it again. Regect could feel beads of sweat form across his skull, and that encouraged him to just try harder. He let out a breathy cuss as Ze traced his tongue across the seam of his lips. He instinctually gasped as Ze tried again, this time more forcefully, and shoved his tongue between the entity's lips.
"Fuck, my god," Regect breathed, just barely being cut off by Ze. "---Mmmh, shut up," and he didn't bother to speak again. He only kissed him a little firmer, a little more desperately, with a little more vigor, in response. He groaned when Ze's tongue coiled around his own, and his serrated fingers dug just that much harder into the players back.
The player was desperate for air, but even more desperate for Regect's mouth, apparently.
Each newly taken breath and collision of their mouths became more erratic, so much so to the point even the entity was breathless---and he didn't even need to breathe. The next kiss they shared was even better than the one prior, and Ze had him in an addictive chokehold. At some point in time, Regect's hands had slipped underneath the hem of his hoodie, holding bare, sweltering skin. He felt nice to the touch...with of course both his hands and his mouth.
They had never left contact for over three seconds for a while longer, both Regect and (assumedly) Ze being so engrossed in making out with each-other and the desperate need to be as close as possible to one another. It was funny; they hated one-another and that was the whole reason they were, well, um...uh...
Did this really qualify as love?
Regect would never intentionally hurt Ze. He'd rather kill himself before ever doing that, really, he was sure. There was just something about this that was odd. Something inside of him hurt at the consideration that the only reason they did this was the heat of the moment.
He guessed there was an appeal to going further than this, sure, but it didn't hold any real meaning. Not to Regect, at least. What was so alluring about making out with the absolute mess he was head over heels for was the intimacy. He wished that he could just morph with Ze, that he could live inside of his skin, at least for a little while. No matter how hard he pressed his lips against Ze's, there would always be a gap.
That was disappointing. And so was the thought of this solely being sexually charged and...well, nothing beyond that.
"Ze," Regect murmured, one of his hands moving to cup the player's cheek. He gently pulled away, and the string of saliva that followed suit dusted a warmth across his face. "I..."
He took that very moment to really take a look at him. His face was flushed, his lips swollen, his eyes glazed-over and half-lidded. He was... He... He was a blessing from heaven itself. He felt butterflies, he-he...
An unstable, stuttering staccato replaced the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Regect wondered if Ze could hear it, too.
"Is this just a...um..." he stumbled over the words and averted his gaze. "...some fling? A...an experiment, or...or something?"
"...why do you ask?"
"Well, it's just that I---fuck, whatever---I love you, Ze, okay, and-and I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I lost you to some...I don't know, bet?" He winced as the words left his mouth. "I...fuck that was dumb, I shouldn't ha---"
"---Regect."
The entity froze at Ze's volume---he was quiet, yet his voice was firm---and completely tensed. Regect silently watched as Ze took his clawed fingers and placed them over his own heart.
"Do you feel that?"
Yes. He could hear and feel the hurried pace of the players real, pulsating myocardium. Regect's mouth, his throat, everything had run entirely dry. He nervously cleared his throat and nodded, untrusting of his voice in that moment. He hadn't needed Ze's verbal answer.
"...okay."
He was terrified of their relationship being perpetual enmity; he knew he was. Even then, every one of Regect's qualms melted when a small, genuine smile spread across Ze's lips. He found himself sharing that same acceptance, genuine certainty, as-well, when he gently knocked their foreheads together. A chuckle escaped from him, which encouraged Ze to giggle.
"I love you, Regect. You're such a dick. And a sap."
"I...uh, I love you more, Ze. Not in a gay way though; can't believe you'd assume that, you...you asshole."