Passion

By Genkischuldich


"Crawford..." he murmured uncertainly, one eyebrow slightly raised at 
the ridiculousness of their situation. Pushed up against a wall, with 
his co-worker's breath hot against his cheek and his lips burning from 
the first kiss, he almost couldn't believe his luck.

He took in the other man's features once more, including the 
cream-coloured jacket which didn't seem to truly fit him. His partner 
looked too rough and muscular to be wearing such fine silk fabric, and 
he surprised himself when he allowed a slight smirk to form.

The reflective glasses that previously hid the dangerous glint in the 
dark-haired man's eyes were taken away and placed carefully to the side, 
not to be broken. Their owner had always paid meticulous attention to 
their condition.

In retaliation, his lover reached forward and ripped off his yellow 
bandana, tossing it to the floor. The red-head felt his long hair fall 
forward and curve around the oval of his face.

"It doesn't suit you, Schuldich," his team-mate explained, attempting 
an evil-sounding chuckle.

Aya winced at this as he felt the illusion shatter beneath him and knew 
there must be better ways than this to to rekindle the passion in such a 
long-term relationship. He kissed his lover gently this time; his lover 
who he would forever know as Ken.

If nothing else, Momoe-san wouldn't let them borrow her reading glasses 
every night.