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Warren sat cross-legged on his bed, looking down at the still body sleeping on it. Will Stronghold. The most powerful young hero at Sky High was currently lying on his back, mouth open as he snored, arms splayed out to either side as he managed to take up almost the entire bed. He was sleeping like the dead, hadn’t even noticed when Warren had crept into the room, and crawled onto the bed beside him.
For that matter, Will had never noticed, and Warren actually did this sort of thing on a regular basis. They were best friends, after all, and at least once a week, either Warren would stay at Will’s, or visa versa. Every time, the ‘guest’ would sleep in the other’s bed, and either Will would sleep on the couch in the Secret Sanctum, or Warren would sleep on the living room couch. But every time they stayed at Warren’s (and Warren liked these times best), he would creep up from the living room, slink into his own room, crawl into bed with Will, and sleep curled around him for a few hours. He wore his watch with the alarm, and Will slept like the dead and never heard it, allowing Warren the opportunity to creep back to the couch so that neither Will nor his mother suspected anything.
But Warren was getting, well, a little frustrated. He was sick of having to sneak around, he was sick of watching Layla hang all over Will, and he was really sick of not just being able to grab Will and kiss him til he couldn’t see straight.
Warren, therefore, had a plan. Thanking anything that would care to listen that Will slept without a shirt on, even when at Warren’s house and in Warren’s bed, the flamethrower flicked the cap off of a permanent marker, and set to work.
Halfway through, he had to carefully, slowly roll Will onto his stomach, but though the boy snorted once while being moved, he didn’t wake, and Warren was able to finish his work before rolling Will back onto his back, bend to kiss Will’s forehead softly, then crept back downstairs to the sofa.
Will woke up late that morning, because Warren’s alarm clock had somehow been unplugged. Rushing around frantically, trying to find his clothes and books, Will didn’t even notice that there was writing all over his torso, which was, of course, exactly the reaction Warren had been hoping for.
It was, in fact, lunch time before Will was made aware of it.
Warren had been following the younger hero around carefully all day, waiting for the moment of realization, but he knew as soon as he settled himself on the end of the picnic table with his book, and Layla sat herself next to Will that this was the moment of truth. Smirking slightly, he pretended to be reading while keeping a close eye on the others.
“Will,” Layla said suddenly, and Warren actually grinned. “There’s something on your neck.”
“What?” Will blinked, looking up from his hero sandwich. “What is it? Can you get it off?”
“It’s.... writing.” Layla turned her head to the side, tugging at his collar enough to expose his collar bone. “To whom it may concern:... and it continues. It’s... it’s all over you, Will!”
“What?” Will yelped, standing, and tugging his t-shirt over his head. Sure enough his entire chest and torso were covered, and Magenta, who had slid on the table to sit in front of Will, touched a finger to his chest, and started to read.
“To whom it may concern: this is Will Stronghold. This is the most gorgeously fuckable man in the school, the United States, and possibly the wider world. Do not be deceived by the company he keeps, he is a perfect creation. He was a hero before he even had powers. He deserves utter happiness beyond anything else, and he does not and will not get that from the Hippie. Yes, I am going to tell him, Layla - I know that you cheated on him with Larry.”
There was a moment of silence, then Zach squealed, “Larry?!”
Layla looked horrified, turning to look back and forth at them all. “You know I would never, guys, it’s... someone’s idea of a joke... not funny... I would never do anything with Larry!”
There was a slam a couple tables down, and everyone turned to look at Larry, who had gotten a little taller since their freshman year, but still gangly and awkward. “Not what you said last month!” he yelled, and stomped away.
There was an awkward silence, then Layla ran from the cafeteria, crying.
Magenta shrugged broadly, then turned back to Will’s stomach, the words on which were now trailing dangerously close to his pant-line. “Will deserves someone who actually loves him, and I do, Will, I love you. Honest. Sorry I never told you before. See back.”
They blinked at that, but Magenta urged Will to turn around, and scrawled on his back was a sketchy drawing of flames licking up his shoulder blades, then in blocky letter at the base of his back, Magenta read, “Property of Warren Peace.”
Everyone who had over heard this - and that meant everyone in the cafeteria, which meant everyone in the school with the exception of Layla, Larry, and the school nurse - turned to look at Warren, who arched a single eyebrow, and said, “What?”
“Wha...” Will started.
“You sleep like a dead man,” Warren answered, snapping the book he hadn’t been reading anyways shut. “Didn’t wake up once. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for two years.”
“Oh.” Will blinked. “Okay, then. That... that works, I guess.”
Warren clambered off the table, and walked up to the younger hero, as the rest of their friends slid a little further away, giving them some space. He wrapped his arms loosely around Will’s bare torso, clasping his hands at the base of Will’s back.
“I was thinking... maybe we could get that tattooed. The back part, anyway. The front would take too long.”
Will groaned, dropping his forehead to Warren’s collarbone. “You make my brain hurt.”
“In a good way?” Warren smirked, lifting one hand to place his index finger under Will’s chin and lift his face so he could see those beautiful eyes.
“In a good way,” Will laughed lightly.
“Good,” Warren grinned, and proceeded to kiss Will until he couldn’t see straight.
Go back to Sky High.