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Normally Jacques backed down when Gaston got angry, or at least to the point he was currently. Shoulders stiffly held, the hunter had moved closer to LeFou, his stance meant to be intimidating, to make the other man back down. And yet, this time, their arguing continued instead.

Teeth bared with his snarled words at his loyal companion, Gaston found himself moving closer and closer to the shorter man, his anger driving him. Or so he thought it was anger, later he might question if he had been accurate in that assumption. After all, he couldn't say that he normally found himself gripping the lapels of one whom he was angry with and dragging them forward into a KISS.

Whatever emotions were fueling him at the moment, they made his mind go blank as he kissed LeFou. His grip on the other's shirt was so tight that his knuckles had blanched, but still he could think of nothing but getting his friend closer, pulling Jacques in tight against himself even as his teeth caught at the other's lower lip sharply.