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Sync gasped, suddenly conscious of the scars that marred his skin beneath his clothing. He wanted to push away Maus’ hands as his fingers clung tighter to the boy’s shirt. His trailed his tongue slowly up the boy’s neck, breathing softly into his ear.

"You’re fairly expendable…." he whispered. "What could I get out of you that I couldn’t just pay for if I wanted it?"

"Why pay for some nameless, transient face?  One who might go on to brag and mock?" One of his hands was slipping to Sync’s belt to start toying with it, like he’d already determined what they were going to be doing.  "Why look elsewhere for someone offered right in front of you?  I mean, I did tell you… I’d see your fantasies through~"

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The sound Sync got in response wasn’t anything scared; it was a moan.  A low, needy moan accompanied by the roll of his hips.  It wasn’t just the bite that drew it out, though; the words were just as strong to him.  ”You’re right.  Nobody would know…”

When he came down off the initial high, his hands worked, slipping the turtleneck’s fabric up so he could touch skin more directly.  He let his hips roll again, this time grinding down on Sync’s lap a little more consciously.  ”But, if nobody’s gonna know… is that really all you’d do?”

Sync gasped, suddenly conscious of the scars that marred his skin beneath his clothing. He wanted to push away Maus’ hands as his fingers clung tighter to the boy’s shirt. His trailed his tongue slowly up the boy’s neck, breathing softly into his ear.

"You’re fairly expendable…." he whispered. "What could I get out of you that I couldn’t just pay for if I wanted it?"

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☏ (maus no)
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Striped panties (not theirs)

"Those aren’t mine. Must’ve gotten mixed up in the laundry…"

♥♥
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brokenmaskedreplica:

Some sad news

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Sync wasn’t sure what to do. Or say. He didn’t even want to speak. He wandered the hallways of the Cathedral aimlessly, eyes staring down at the ground. As he turned a corner, he bumped into Guy softly. He slowly looked up, his lips quivering. His mouth opened to speak but the closest he came to speaking were a few small peeps.

How was he supposed to tell him?

How?

He buried his face in Guy’s chest.

He couldn’t tell him.

As he watched Sync’s actions he could feel his chest tightening, and an icy flood inside seeming to freeze him for real - staring, unblinking before slowly looking towards Sync’s face.

He couldn’t speak…couldn’t find the words to say anymore. He’d already lost everyone he loved and now it was happening again…

Sync didn’t know what to say, or rather, what to write. He didn’t really know how it would effect Guy to know. Guy was the only other person he had told. He was sure that the rest of the God Generals would know in time but he wanted to tell Guy personally, whether it hurt or not.

"Will you hold me?" he wrote on the page, looking down at Guy solemnly.

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[[WHEEEYYYY~ bless him]]

((And Sync’s all like “He wasn’t supposed to see that”))

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The sex toy under their bed

"G-Guy! Wh-what…. Why…."

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