Every nerve in his body lit up like a firecracker, bursting over and over. They… were kissing. And now… he was enjoying it. Faker couldn’t stop Tron. But ironically, he didn’t want him to. He was speechless. And enjoying every single second of being with the manchild. He kept him close as he kissed softly in return, closing the gap between them, Faker wasn’t going to let Tron get away. After all, he wanted him. And he wouldn’t be denied of Tron anymore. Faker took all the emotion inside of him and returned it to him.
Once he stopped kissing, it felt like he needed it more. Faker had gotten attached.Â
"I want you." Faker finally admitted it, as he was holding him to his chest, kissing Tron’s cheek sweetly. "I don’t care if I get in trouble. I just want you. I love you." The words sounded so simple to say. Why did Faker had the trouble of doing it? He wouldn’t let anyone else take him away… That’s who he wanted! Who he was obsessed over and inclined to protect him. Faker wouldn’t have it any other way.
A small whine escaped the Arclight male. "I... I love you too." Those words felt so certain to him. It felt right to say... He was swept away by the confession, heart aching in his petite chest. He knew better. He knew what Faker did, but he had forgiven him and given up his revenge... And with that forgiveness, paved the way for these new feelings to take hold. Tron gripped the other male tightly, stealing another kiss from Faker, hungry for the love that was quickly replacing any of his former hatred. The kiss was more passionate than the first, their battle for dominance and one-upping of each other long forgotten.
