Archive of Our Own

"You're going to New Eridu?" Caesar's head tilted to the side as Lighter uncomfortably shifted, caught between her and his bike. "You've been going there a lot lately."

An itch crept up underneath his skin, tickling the back of his nape, and Lighter rubbed it as he laughed a little and his hand curled around one of the handles to his motorcycle, his index twitching against it in slight agitation, "Yeah, well, the Proxy has been keeping me busy." The lie was unnecessary, but lying was closer to him than telling the truth, and his chest shuddered at the idea of being remotely honest about his intentions.

Especially to Caesar.

Caesar, who couldn't ever lie. Who, while so strong, so confident in her ways, so built to be a leader - was really horrifically naive and innocent. She was too kind, too willing to forgive, and despite all that power at her hands, no blood stained them. It was perplexing, it was amazing, it was enviable.

And Ceaser felt affection for the Proxy. For Wise. It was pure, and it was messy, as all firsts were, but as it was her first, it felt all the more strong and overwhelming for her. It was amusing to everyone, even him, to see her stiffen and harden her voice, imitating all the virtues of Big Daddy, to impress the Proxies. Impress her crush.

God, even though they knew it'd never come to fruition, because the Proxy was meant for greater things then the dusty outback of the Outer Ring, it just didn't seem fair to not play along. Maybe that's why Caesar was the way she was. No one could ever beat that innocence out of her, something so rare out here. And maybe they were really setting her up for failure - but it was okay. They'd be there. Lighter would soak and bathe himself sin and despair for her, Lucy would always guide her through it all. 

And he would never harm her - so he would lie as much as he had to in order to keep her smile.

Caesar fiddled with her chain, 'KING' glistening on her chest from the glare of the open sun, and she seemed a bit dejected. "Well, you can tell the Proxy to come here if he has any issues next time," she said jokingly, hand flying from her chain to wave her hand in the air, but Lighter could see the slight curl to her eyebrow.

Guilt encompassed him, like a heavy shackle around his throat, but the greed crumbled the rusted metal and he hopped onto his bike, smiling at her with a wink. "I'll let him know. See you later, Ceasie."

And he left her there in the road, the guilt slowly leaving him the further he got from the town, from the Outer Ring, and onto the pavement roads that would lead him to his fucking damnation, because he was also in love with the Proxy.

Lighter walked the sidewalk to an embarrassingly familiar shop from his many visits, staring at his phone as he reread his messages.

[I miss you]

Was it weird of him if he screenshotted that? Maybe it was incredibly weird and creepy, but he'd nearly thought he'd burst a blood vessel when he woke up to that after a nap. Especially because it was from the Proxy he may or may not have a ludicrous obsession with.

If Caesar's feelings were pure and heart throbbing, Lighter's were anything but. It left him feeling an icy hot worry, because honestly, he could obsess over everything about the Poxy. His hair was like the color of a pale morning sky, and he'd bet it'd be as soft as a cloud. It was such a rare color to see in the Outer Ring, where warm and dark colors thrived, and it made it exceedingly alluring -

And he should really stop now, because he was at the door and he didn't want to keep thinking about this any longer or he may begin to stumble on his words, which was so lame and childish of a Champion.

Lighter let out a short puff of air and swiftly opened the door, smiling lazily at the little bangboo at the front desk when its circular eyes looked toward him. "Hey little guy," he greeted as he walked to it so he could lean onto the desk with his elbow, "Where's your manager?"

"Right here," a familiar voice droned out playfully, and Lighter perked a bit as he faced Wise coming down from upstairs.

"Huh, dunno why I didn't notice you had stairs before," he said rather dumbly, and Wise laughed at him.

"You'd be surprised. I think Belle tried to put up a sign to stop people from coming up here at some point, but no one really even glances at it." Wise stepped forward to the front desk so they were closer, giving the Bangboo a few pats on the head, which it seemed to appreciate greatly, and Lighter found himself a little intrigued by how soft looking the man's hands looked. He guessed it made sense, they never physically went into hallows, and he had a sister. Lighter's been forced into facials and manicures by the girls more than he could count. And he really didn't know why he was focusing on this at all.

"Since we're staying here," Lighter said, to distract himself from...well, himself, "How about a movie, unless you have some board games, but, you don't seem like that kinda guy."

"I have a new selection I need to proof view before adding it to the shop," Wise said first, and then he gave a little dry look, "And I really don't appreciate the implications of that, so I'll ignore them. C'mon up to my room, I have them up there."

He snorted at Wise, amused by the little upset look he got, and somehow all this guy's lukewarm expressions (at least compared to the people he was used to) made him feel want even more, but then he registered that they were going upstairs.

Oh, okay, that was kinda, well - they were just two guys. That was fine. Wise probably didn't want people in his secret lair where he did all his work too much, that makes sense. Totally okay, and not at all worth feeling anything about.

Mhmm.

They passed by one of the doors with a whiteboard on it and Wise opened the door to the second, letting Lighter in first before he closed it.

It smelled like Wise.

Living out in the Outer Ring, where all your senses had to be sharp, because you were never sure if a gang or hollow could appear and then you'd end up dead the next moment, you became sensitive to all sorts of weird things. Lucy couldn't stand the loud shenanigans Burnice and Ceaser got up to not just because it annoyed her, but because it was painful to her sensitive ears.

And Lighter never really thought about the Proxy's smell before, because that was weird, but now he was in a room that belonged all to the man and he could smell him everywhere.

And it smelled really good.

Lighter's finger tips played with the sleek metal of his sunglasses as Wise brought out the VHS tapes from a plastic bag, trying to ground himself. Wise's head was tilted down, and he could see his nape from here. His scent would probably be a lot stronger there.

He made a small noise in the back of his throat.

"So, since you're the movie expert," he said, forcing his mind and words to slow, "I'll let you pick. What do you recommend?"

Wise hummed a moment, thinking about it, and then dramatically picked one up, covering half his face with it, a little sparkle in his eye. "This one. 'After it all' was highly rated amongst movie critics. I heard it had a great soundtrack and story, and the ending was super good. It's a romantic tragedy."

Wise's voice held no room for arguments, not ashamed to pick a romance, and it made Lighter's chest a little warm as he found himself chortling at his friend. "You know," he drawled, "Maybe it's because I'm used to being in a hollow with you, but I forgot just how much of a nerd you are. Let's watch it."

Self satisfied, and taking the teasing as a compliment, Wise moved to the TV and set it up as Lighter sat down onto the couch, sinking right into it with a soft sigh. After a few hours of being on the road, this was exactly the right way to rest his sore muscles. He leaned back more, one of his arms lifting to sit on the back rest, and he was fully comfortable when Wise finished getting the film inside and had it rolling.

Wise glanced at him with an amused smile at his draped over figure, sitting next to him as he leisurely took off his shoes and then criss-crossed while the opening credits played, cozying himself up. An absolute master at movie watching.

And the movie was good. And heartbreaking.

Over the course of the movie, he and Wise went from laughing at some movie tropes, to aggressively yelling at the screen, silently enjoying the chemistry between the protagonists, to then tearing up, and maybe In Lighter's case crying a little as they both died for each other.

And maybe he was crying about more than just the characters.

As the movie's ending credits began, he secretly wiped his eyes under his sunglasses, and Wise sat back in his anguish over the ending. They sat in relative silence for a few moments, and then Wise looked over at him.

"You're awfully quiet," Wise murmured curiously, his hair falling in his face a little from where he laid his head against the couch's back.

Lighter slowly looked from the TV to Wise, and he quickly had to flicker his eyes away again, hidden by his glasses.

"No, I was just reflecting on the notion of dying for love," he whispered, a little defeated feeling blooming in his chest. Faces snuck around in his mind, but their faces warped and curved. He couldn't remember their eyes. Their smiles were so dim compared to how he was sure he felt when they were pointed at him.

His fingers twisted and softly curled up into a fist where they laid on the arm rest.

Wise's eyes were staring at the hand silently, carefully, before they wandered to the ceiling as his face tilted up again, making a little hum.

"I'd like to give it a try."

Lighter twitched as his breath hitched and he looked at Wise, fully this time. His mouth was slightly parted in surprise, about to answer, but then he noticed the little flush to his face. To usually pale ears, which burned red.

His stomach flopped around in his stomach like it was drunk, and Lighter's mouth closed as his lips pursed and wriggled as he became flustered.

It was silent in the room except the god awful sad song from the movie and Lighter thought he was going to burst from the sheer heat his face felt as both men stewed in it.

Lighter swallowed thickly, lifting his scarf over his lower face, as if that'd help this wild feeling in his chest.

Was he imagining it? He couldn't, right? Right?

"....Don't say that, I might actually believe you. But let's wait till we're both tired of living first," he meekly mumbled back. He couldn't look at Wise, but he could feel the man shuffle a little closer, and oh my God he was right, he wasn't imagining it.

When he mustered enough strength to look, he stilled.

Wise's face was close, closer than it'd ever been, and he still had that electrifying redness to his face as his lips lifted into a little shy smile. It was so pretty.

"And until then?" He whispered quietly, breath tickling the scarf, and Lighter felt little sparks in his lower naval like an explosion was set off.

Yeah, Lighter wasn't the best person. He may be the worst one of the Sons of Calydon. He's done terrible, awful things in his life. He will do more, because that's what he promised when he first met Ceaser and this scarf was wrapped around his neck.

And he might be a fucking dick for stealing Ceaser's first crush, but at this exact moment, he couldn't care less.

Lighter impulsively jerked forward, hands snaking to hold a waist, fisting and bunching the shirt there, and his heart was thumping so loudly he could hear it in his head as Wise's arms curled around his back, a mouth nearing his. And before they could really think of the consequences, they were both kissing and God it felt so right.

Wise parted his lips so nicely, his tongue curling around his, and his mouth tasted like sweet coffee. A soft hand came to curl at his throat, half cupping his face, and Lighter shivered violently, a shaky noise escaping. His sunglasses were clinking annoyingly against Wise's face, which made the man beneath him (somehow, he was now atop of him, and when did that happen) laugh breathlessly, almost a deep giggle.

His hands reached for them, but they paused there as Wise stared up at him, eyes half lidded, hair a mess, lips wet and red from kissing. And maybe Lighter was falling more in love.

"Can I?" He whispered, and Lighter curled his face into a pale palm as he breathed heavily with Wise.

He wanted him. He wanted to kiss and curl himself around him, eat and tear into him so he'd be his forever. He never wanted this moment to end. Never wanted the constant warmth of Wise's legs and chest to ease his uneasy cold body.

"Please," he said, desperately, and as soon as Wise had them off, Lighter kissed him again.

Along the way, his and Wise's jackets disappeared, his scarf was on the coffee table, and the ends of Wise's shirt was between his teeth as he made little noises while Lighter licked and kissed at his skin, tongue making a blazing trail down his chest to the hem of his pants. Wise's hips twitched up a little as a dark red mark was sucked just above them, a needy sound coming from him as his hands fisted into dark hair.

His legs widened as much as they could on the couch, inviting more, craving, and Lighter would never turn down his Proxy. Jeans were unzipped and pulled down to a mid thigh with boxers. Wise was a lot more vocal then he'd expected, as a low whimper was forced out of him when Lighter's tongue lathed along the base of a hardening cock.

"You look like you've never had a blowjob before, Proxy," he drawled out with a small smirk, nuzzling along a shaft, and the sight looked like it was making Wise's brain short circuit.

"Never done stuff with a person," Wise mumbled, and the way he was so loathe to admit it was so fucking adorable.

"No shame in it, baby," he murmured, lips slowly moving to the tip of a cock, and it looked like the nickname affected Wise as he blushed furiously. The movement of his lips while he talked caused it to twitch heartily, precum beading through a slit. Awfully needy. And cute.

Lighter's hot wet tongue pushed down onto the slit, collecting a hiss from Wise, and his lips formed over the head, mouth making a heaven for the Proxy as his head tilted back and he lifted his arm to bite at it, chest stuttering with each twist of a tongue.

And then Lighter's head sunk down, throat tight around throbbing skin, and Wise's back arched, thighs slapping against his ears. "Ah - Lighter,"  Wise sounded like he was begging, "Mm-mm...it feels so good....Lighter...Lighter..."

He didn't think he had a superiority complex or anything, but he was really enjoying the way Wise was breathing his name like he was like something of authority.

Lighter went to the hilt, nose getting tickled by pubic hairs, and Wise's hand became two as he curled more into black locks. Lighter stared at him mesmerized as Wise's calm demeanor crashed and burned, a slight drool forming at lips as teal eyes teared up. His hips thrusted up instinctually, deeper, and wise immediately stopped, "Sorry-"

Lighter stopped him with a low hum, bobbing his head, and Wise's hesitance fell apart with the fourth one, hips slowly thrusting in and out of mouth. Lighter shifted a little, his cock getting a bit tight in his jeans, and then he noticed that Wise's shirt was still over his chest.

Feeling a little devious, he slipped off the cock with a little pop, licking his lips with a crooning smile. Wise looked dismayed, but Lighter kept close to his cock as he licked at the mixture of his own saliva and precum. "Y'know, it feels real good to stimulate yourself more while getting a blowjob," he said nonchalantly, and Wise gave him a confused look.

It slowly stopped being confused and turned into something deeply flustered and aroused as Lighter's two fingers danced up his thighs to the right of his chest, where an index finger circled around a nipple.

"C'mon, sweetheart, gimme a show," he purred, and he didn't give Wise a chance to reply because he stooped down to take a cock into his mouth, eyes glinting with something mischievous.

Wise had the mind to almost look like he was going to say something about it, but stopped himself, becoming impossibly still and silent. It made Lighter want to laugh as he bobbed his head up and down, watching Wise try and choose what to do while he was clearly distracted by a mouth on his cock.

And after a minute of struggle, Wise's trembling hands slowly made way to his nipples, face turned to the side in embarrassment as he slowly pinched them between two middle fingers, teasing them. It looked rather practiced, which was really hot because now Lighter was imagining Wise playing with himself all alone in his room. It only took a little bit of time before Wise was lost to the world again, hips bucking with Lighter's sucking, and while one hand strayed to a beefy shoulder, the other obediently stayed at a reddening nipple as it was teased.

Wise looked like he was experiencing heaven.

Lighter's jeans were causing his cock a bit of pain now, but he was too focused on Wise's face.

And it was a sight as Wise's eyes clenched closed, tears dotting the end, mouth open as a filthy whine came from it and cum began to fill Lighter's throat.

He swallowed all he could before slowly pulling off, and Wise was still cumming so he lapped up the rest. Wise's cum settled in his belly, and maybe he was a little creepy for it, but deep satisfaction tightened his chest because no one has ever tasted and had Wise's cum.

It was all his.

His licks were causing Wise to give little upset noises, overstimulated, and he laughed breathlessly at him as a hand pressed against his face and stopped him from continuing. "Stop," Wise whined, "S'too much. Let me have a moment."

He laid his head down dramatically, and even more dramatically said, "Fuck."

Lighter laughed even more, rising from his position between warm legs, and he cocked his head to the side as he smiled down at Wise with something a little sneaky and pleased.

Wise was panting, and he gave Lighter a little cute frown. "This is really unfair," he said, slowly coming down, and, oh, his arms were coming to circle around Lighter's shoulders and wow he slotted there so nicely, "You're not only incredibly attractive and sweet, but also really hot...and experienced."

Lighter gave him a snort, their foreheads pressed together as they stared at each other. "I don't know, you're really attractive too. Oh, especially that thing you did with your hands- ow!"

Wise kicked his side with his leg with a scolding 'Lighter!', but then he kissed him. Then again. And then after a few more, Wise looked hot and bothered again.

"You're really not easily satisfied, huh," Lighter murmured against his lips.

"No," Wise bluntly replied. "I want more." Then his leg snuck between Lighter's legs, a knee pressing to a hard cock Lighter kind of forgot about because of how captivating his Proxy was. "And I know you want more too."

Lighter shuddered as it slowly rubbed up against his groin, really trying to exercise self control so he didn't rut against a leg like a dog.

"Damn, you have such a way with words," he said, a little strained, because he really did want more, despite the guilt telling him he shouldn't.

Wise's smile was a little heated, and he looked like such a little vixen below him. He lifted up, Lighter curiously following him into a sit, and then he made a little totally not squawk as he was slammed down onto the other side of the couch, head nearly over the armrest as he gave Wise a flustered and shocked stare as he was quickly mounted. Wise had kicked off his pants and boxers in the short scuffle (if you could even call it that), so his bare legs squeezed at lighter's as the light haired man dipped down, kissing at Lighter's exposed throat.

It took a shameful amount of time for his mind to catch up with him and his hands slipped up to cup thighs. Holy fuck, they were so soft. He tightened his hands, and Wise twitched a little, excited by his touches. "I don't think I could give you a blowjob, yet," he whispered against his skin, and Lighter was a bit stuck at the word 'yet', "But I can give you something more."

Wise leaned back, which made Lighter feel colder, and he leaned one hand on Lighter's thighs while the other began to slowly and teasingly undo his zipper.

"I've never done it with a person, but, I'm not unused to...it," Wise said, half distracted by himself now unbuttoning pants, half ashamed to admit he's masturbated before with his ass. He was pretty lucky Lighter wasn't an idiot, because he was being so vague. But that just made it hotter.

Wise looked around the room for a moment, looked upset, stopping at boxers, and shot up into a stand, "Wait, stay there, I have to get lube," and he looked so upset to have to get off Lighter it made him laugh again.

Wise hurried over to the nightstand near his bed, mortified that he had to stop, because that wasn't hot and romantic at all, and he was so lame for it, but they needed lube, and after rummaging into the very back of the drawer of it, he got a bottle of lube.

And then very quickly realized Lighter was right behind him as a larger hand grabbed his wrist from the hand that held the bottle and he was being pushed down onto his bed belly down. Oh. Wise let out an embarrassing noise, because that was so hot. He just got pinned down-

"Oh wow, sweetheart, you're really into that, huh?" Lighter chuckled down at him, but it sounded a bit dark and heady. He sounded really aroused, and Wise felt a little tremor climb up his spine because as he turned his head, Lighter looked a lot like he was hunting him. Wise has seen through Eous' eyes the way Lighter changed when he was in battle. His smile became twisted like it was now, his eyes slanting with a hungry excited glint, red pupils bright, as if he just couldn't wait to smother the life out of someone.

And he was giving that look to Wise right now, but Wise couldn't be more pleased by it as hot honey swirled around in his stomach. He smiled a little, and he arched his hips up, pressing flush against his belly and groin. The rough texture of Lighter's jeans against his skin made his cock twitch while it hung between his legs.

Lighter thought he'd go mad.

Wise looked so needy and welcoming. Like he could want nothing more than to continue to get pushed around and dominated. And maybe some things would always stay with him from the past, because the need to make Wise submit reared its ugly head and intoxicated him.

He was playing a really dangerous game. He might not be able to let Wise go.

Lighter's hand gripped at Wise's wrist tighter, enough it stung, but it only fueled Wise's desire, and then it left because the dark haired man was grabbing the bottle and pouring the lube over his cock that he hastily tugged out the hem of his boxers. He spread Wise, and he laughed. It was a little mocking. "You weren't kidding, baby," he said, and since his fingers were coated in lube, slipped in two with no issue, causing a little pathetic noise from Wise. It sounded an awful like a mew. "...Did you play with yourself before I came?"

Wise jolted, ears becoming impossible red, and he hid his face into the blanket, not answering. It was answer enough, and Lighter had never felt more like he wanted to ruin something more.

No, he was going to ruin Wise.

He'd ruin him and he'd ruin anyone else for him. It was selfish, it was so incredibly terrible of him, but Wise had started it. He'd walked into an open maw, and Lighter would sink his teeth into him.

Lighter yanked at a wrist, pulling Wise onto his side, and when those wide beautiful teal eyes stared up at him, he leaned down and captured his lips, wanting to take everything from him. Wise's leg was hooked over his shoulder, and the man made a pitiful gasp as a cock was pushed up into his hole, just a bit, but it was enough for Wise to escape the kiss and lay his head onto the bed, biting at the blanket covering it. Lighter nearly thought he might've hurt him, but Wise clenched on him needily, and he found one of Lighter's hands and held onto it, nibbling onto his thumb like a rabbit as he looked up at him with a shy half lidded stare. His lips slowly pushed up around the tip, and a warm tongue pressed against the underside of it, egging him on.

Something-

Something snapped like a tightly wrung metal chain finally breaking, part of it rusting over the years as the pressure grew greater and stronger. Its creaks had haunted him, in his sleep, as he lingered around those he protected, as he loomed over his victims.

The sound of it shattering felt nearly liberating compared to its years of torment, and he pulled what little was in before he slowly rimmed a hole with the tip of his cock, slowly pushing in again, out, in, as he loosened him for a real cock. Wise had angled to his head to stare at it, and seemed thrilled by it. It was thick and fat, veins curling all around the long shaft, and the foreskin covered the head but it made the tiny thrusts in and out feel all the more amazing. "I like it," Wise panted, eyes hazy and head dizzy, "I like it so much. More."

Lighter bit his lip to hold himself from immediately obeying, a short 'ha' falling from his lips as he held himself in control, "It's your first time and you're making it hard for me to go slow."

Wise had the nerve to give him a haughty smile, and dammit it was so hot when he was confident. "I don't want slow. I want Lighter."

Oh fuck. How could he just say that? 

A sudden influx of need had Lighter's hips move, ecstasy making his head all light as his pelvis met an ass despite the almost painful tightness in splitting Wise apart and filling him until there wasn't any difference between him and Lighter. Wise's little pathetic wet moans were meshing with his shaky grunts, and it was enough for him to forget who he was and anything he'd ever done and wanted besides Wise as he grabbed him by the hair, pulled at a shirt, and bit into a shoulder. 

Wise was whining, light colored lashes darkened by tears, and he was still so greedy as his hips rolled up against his, wanting even more.

Lighter hasn't had sex in a while, so maybe he was exaggerating, but he forgot how breathless it made him. He felt a deep throbbing need from his fingertips to the end of his spine and Wise's gasps and pants in his ear fueled the fire. 

Each thrust felt like a thunder strike to Wise, melting him, and he really never thought that being bitten could feel so good as his shoulder was let go and a warm tongue cleaned up the mess teeth made. Oh, he was bleeding. 

He didn't really care, he hoped his blood tasted good in Lighter's mouth as the man smiled above him, something about it warped and terrible but so so amazing.

Wise's toes curled as his prostate was teased, hand fisting the blanket as he moaned shakily, back arching up in a way that in any other situation could be called comical. "F-fuck, more, more," he begged, words pitched.

Lighter's hand grabbed his waist, feeling at the arch, and he felt more hungry. He was starving. He slipped his cock out with a wet noise, giving Wise no time to process as he flipped him over onto his stomach so he was like how he was before when this all began, and he pushed himself inside roughly, the pose giving him way to mercilessly press against the Proxy's prostate.

And Wise whimpered out a short cry which wavered into a terrible mess of a gasp as his cock, which was sandwiched between his own belly and the bed, twitched and spurted cum while he orgasmed from it.

Sparks lit up his vision from behind his vision, ears burning with his heartbeat, and drool dribbled onto the blankets from an open mouth. A broken sound came from him as a mouth came to kiss his nape, chin tilting up more from the sensation of Lighter's lips.

He knew you could cum just from your prostate, but even if he enjoyed masturbating with his ass, he'd never achieved it because his cock was more convenient.

And Wise was really considering how intelligent he was because he never felt more amazing. Especially with Lighter's weight on him, his kisses and bites, his cock nestled inside him.

"Good boy," Lighter breathed against him, and Wise's breathing sharpened as he tightened around the man enough to make him hiss from it. The man's hands clawed into his hips like a hungry animal, pushing him even more onto his cock, and this time each thrust felt rough and deep.

Wise nearly felt like he'd pass out, his abused prostate pushed and prodded at to the point he felt like he'd sob, and maybe he did, because Lighter's cock gave a hearty twitch and he distantly heard a small growled 'fuck' before Lighter picked up the pace as if he was being driven insane.

And he really was. Lighter was going absolutely insane.

He didn't know what he thought sleeping with the Proxy would accomplish, because instead of feeling his obsession satiate itself, it felt like it was going to consume his every thought and minute of existence. By God, he was obsessed with Wise.

He kissed and bit at any skin he could get, lifting a shirt so he could admire a pale back, memorizing each curve to the muscles lying underneath, listening to each sound and breath Wise gave him like it was a symphony and he was the conductor.

Wise should be scared. He should stop Lighter, but the man was enjoying it. He looked like he was enjoying every minute of it and each little plea drove him closer to climax. They were connected. More connected then Lighter had ever felt to someone, and so maybe that's why he couldn't help but open up his loud mouth.

"I love you," he panted, voice coated with dark obsession, nothing pure like Caesar. Nothing like what should be good for Wise.

But Wise made a desperate noise back, upper torso twisting as much as it could, and he lifted his face up to kiss Lighter with a, "I love you so much," and Lighter just couldn't anymore.

His hands on a waist raked as they lowered to hips, burning welts left in their path, and he pushed himself as deep as he could inside Wise before he came inside him. He filled him, painted his insides, making him his. Wise was his.

When Lighter pulled out and Wise flipped over so they could both flop onto the bed together. They stared at each other, at the aftermath.

And they smiled.

"Wise?"

Wise and Lighter shot up in bed as an intruding voice filled the air, Lighter nearly went to try and hide underneath the blankets, but the doorknob didn't budge at all. Right, they'd locked it before sleeping last night.

"You okay?" Belle called out again, concerned.

"Yeah, sorry, changing," Wise quickly said, rubbing his face and brushing through his hair as a way to calm himself down from a sudden and alarming awakening.

"Oops, sorry," Bella laughed, "I'm going out to get breakfast, want the usual?"

"Please," Wise answered, and with that Belle's footsteps dampened as she walked down the stairs. They only relaxed when they both heard the door to the shop close.

Lighter fell back onto the pillows with a loud sigh. "I thought I was going to get slapped for touching her virginal brother."

Wise made a face and fell with him, cuddling up into his side, resting his head onto a chest. "Don't say it like that."

Lighter laughed a little, turning his body a bit to face Wise better, looking at him as he played with lightly colored hair, a smile lifting a bit higher.

Wise watched him for a little while before he grabbed his hand with two of his, nuzzling into it sweetly. He felt a little shy all of a sudden, and Lighter seemed to sense it, kissing his forehead.

"Caesar is going to be really mad at me," Lighter conversationally started. "I didn't say I was going to be gone the whole night."

Wise huffed, sitting up to slap a stomach. But then he gave a rather charming smile as he rolled off the bed and started to actually get dressed. "You can tell her that I had extra services needed of you."

Lighter watched him while resting his head on his hand, admiring all the marks and bruises that formed from their coupling.

"Did I do a good job, Proxy?" He lazily inquired, smile just as languid, like a sleepy content cat. Wise liked his smile a bit too much.

"Wise."

Lighter blinked. 

"Hmm?"

Wise turned around to find a shirt, not looking at him at all.

"...Call me Wise, not Proxy," he mumbled, a flush on his face that he hid from view.

When he sneaked a peek, Lighter was up and getting changed with a little smirk and how did he keep on doing that? Why was he so silent???

"Well, I kinda prefer calling you sweetheart, but it'll do," Lighter said casually, teasing him, and Wise rolled his eyes spitefully.

When they managed to get themselves presentable, Wise walked him out to the front door, almost mimicking how they'd guard the Proxies back into New Eridu. It was cute.

"I'd walk you to your bike, but Belle would be really confused if we saw each other on the way," Wise admitted.

Lighter waved it off as he slipped on his sunglasses, "No, I prefer it this way."

When Wise looked a little confused, Lighter leaned down and kissed him on the lips. It was slow, it was sweet. It was almost like home.

The thought embarrassed Wise as Lighter leaned back up and opened the door, smiling at him mischievously.

"See you, Wise."

The door shut, and Wise was left covering his face with his hands to mask the bright red flush to his cheeks.

"I can't believe he did that," he said to the bangboo who crept out from the room behind him, and it stared at him cluelessly.

Wise pressed his fingers to his lips, feeling at them, and he then suddenly turned onto his heel.

"I wonder if there's anything we need to do in the Outer Ring, I can ask Belle," he continued to the bangboo, and it followed him into the room.

He could make up a few reasons so he could see Lighter again.