THE GAME

He sighed heavily, staring at the guitar with something akin to despair. Why did you leave me? He felt like asking, though he knew talking to an instrument was less than sound. 

Why are you leaving me?

Suddenly, a couple of hands appeared within his eyesight and removed the guitar off of him. Concerned pale blue eyes gazed at him and Skwisgaar was reminded Toki had been watching him this whole time. Embarrassment and disgust took as he looked away, the realization of his own humiliation sinking in. 

He sort of expected for Toki to walk away, given that Skwisgaar had failed to do anything worthwhile with his musical axe. It would be fair, especially with how Skwisgaar would act when the positions were reversed. It didn’t exactly soothe his pride, but it was fair.

Skwisgaar closed his eyes, waiting for the mattress to creak under him, the sound of faint footsteps getting away before the slam of the door would finish the whole ordeal.

He couldn’t help flinching when he heard the rustling of the bed, already bracing himself for the mental chastising that would come in right when Toki left. It was a surprise then, when, instead of feeling the breeze come in through the door, a hand grabbed his own.

His eyes opened just in time to watch Toki’s thighs gently brush against his, their hands joined by his own design. His first reaction was one of disapproval, as he was not a guy that appreciated physical affection from men, even less in an intimate setting like this. 

Frowning, Skwisgaar backed off, pulling his arm away too. Ignoring the weird thumping in his chest, he glued his eyes to an undefined point on the cold, tiled-floor. Now, Toki would certainly get the message to abandon the premises and Skwisgaar could finally deal with his own demons alone.

Maybe his body language wasn’t sufficiently clear because Toki dragged himself closer, grabbing Skwisgaar’s hand once again. And, when the latter tried to break it off, Toki’s grip only turned stronger, a stubborn expression on his face as he refused to let Skwisgaar go.

“Tok…” The word died in Skwisgaar’s throat, the struggle futile because Toki was much more physically powerful than him. And he knew this, interlocking their fingers together against Skwisgaar’s will. 

It was annoying, to say the least, but Skwisgaar did not have the strength to fight today. Eventually, he gave up, all too fixated on his own state to get spare energy on Toki’s whims. Toki’s palm was warm against his, the tips of his fingers stroking Skwisgaar’s knuckles softly, almost endearingly so. Toki’s arm was warm too, now surrounding Skwisgaar’s waist to bring him closer. And so was his chest, pressing against Skwisgaar’s as their limbs turned into a tangled mess. 

All of Toki was warm, even the blue eyes gazing upon him with tenderness.

And there he was, with the disheveled golden mane and the half-lidded blue eyes. The thin frame and the smile despite the exhaustion. There he was. “Heys.”

“Yous back...” Toki said with a hoarse voice. 

“Ja.” Skwisgaar chuckled. “What ams you doinks in mine rooms anyways?”

Toki wrapped his arms around Skwisgaar in a lazy hug, as he was still recovering consciousness.“I misseds you.” He said, both in reply and as a general statement. 

“I heards.” Skwisgaar was still chuckling and awkwardly rubbed Toki’s back. He was still unsure about how to carry himself in moments like these.

After a few seconds of quiet affection, Toki suddenly pulled back. “Waits a minute, wasnt yous flights in two days?”

“I tooks de first flights after de festivals instead. Couldn’t stay another seckonds with the Danes no mores.”

“But whats about the photoshoots?”

Skwisgaar grinned. “Fucks de photoshoots.”

Toki’s heart swelled as he pulled Skwisgaar into another hug. “You miss Tokis too…”

The guitarist tensed up. “Eugh, noes, I really hates havingks picktors takens of me…and I hates de Danes…” He tried to explain, then eventually sighed, relaxing into Toki’s arms. “...Ja, I does.”

Smiling, Toki nuzzled his face against Skwisgaar’s shoulder. He was wearing the black leather jacket that Toki gifted him on his last birthday. “Even if you never replies to mine texts-”

“Euh, Toki, you texts a lot.” Skwisgaar said. “It ams distracktingks.” After a pause, he added. “Also, Charles threatens to conksfiscates mine phones if I kepts usings it.”

“Whats?” Toki was outraged. “He can’t does that!”

“Ja, I thinks dat too but I realize if he takes mine phones I cants tell nobodies abouts it.”

“That fucking evil robots…”

Skwisgaar snorted, indifferent to the malice of their manager. “Soes, anyt’ing news happens while ams gone?”

Toki hummed in deep thought, trying to think of anything memorable from the past 5 days of his life. “Oh, I gots a new boyfriends!”

Eyes widening like tennis balls, Skwisgaar’s jaw dropped. “Whats?”

Wordlessly, Toki looked under the blanket and pulled a Deaddy Bear with a makeshift blond wig and a black tanktop. “Meets Skwisbears. He ams sweet and attentives and pays me more attentions than yous.” He smirked cheekily.

“Eugh…never thoughts I’d be cheateds on wif a plush.” Skwisgaar was impressed. “Does he gives good heads?”

“Don’ts be sicks!” Toki shoved him while laughing.

“What’s dats? He can’ts?” Skwisgaar swiftly rolled on top of Toki. “Guess ams still winnings, den.”

Toki’s smile promptly faded out. “What- right nows?”

Skwisgaar’s eyes glinted mischievously. “Calls it a, whats you say, welcome gifts.”

While Toki wasn’t exactly knowledgeable in hospitality customs, he was pretty sure it went the other way, though he wasn’t about to question it. Especially when his partner was so determined, promptly disappearing under the covers.

“Ough…” Toki groaned as Skwisgaar got to work. 

“Wowee!” Toki let out, allowing himself to pose a little in front of the mirror. Wanting to see his back as well, he twirled, seeing himself almost unrecognizable from that angle. Not only did he have a feminine silhouette now, but the backside of the matching panties made his butt look unusually round, too. And, while normally the idea of looking like a lady would be less than appealing for him, witnessing it in real time was completely different. “I looks cutes?”

The lingerie originally wasn’t meant for him but a sexy gift he acquired for Skwisgaar to use during one of their secrets sleepovers. 

Unfortunately, Skwisgaar wasn’t as keen as his partner.

“Euh, what ams dis?” Skwisgaar had groaned upon being handed the items.

“Wells…” Toki hid his arms behind his back, smiling shyly. “I gots you a presents…”

“Presentks?” Skwisgaar was skeptical as he inspected the undergarments. “Eugh, you donts wants me to wears dis, roights?”

“Wells…yes?”

“Toke, dis ams for goils.”

“Noes, I gots yous size-”

“Dat ams not what I means.” Skwisgaar stood tall as he approached Toki, that usual expression of condescension in his face. “Ladies use dis. Ams not a ladies.”

“Buts-”

Clicking his tongue, Skwisgaar gestured to Toki to stretch his arm and dropped the clothing back on his palm. “No buts. Takes dis backs.”

Toki gazed at the wrinkled lingerie in his hands and sighed sadly. “I just thoughts you woulds looks goods in its….”

“Pfft." The line on the side of Skwisgaar’s nose grew more pronounced. “Dats stupid. I always looks goods.”

“Hmm…” Toki glanced at the wide mattress in his lover’s room. “Soes, the usuals?”

Skwisgaar smirked. “You knows it.”

And then they fucked like rabbits. 

“Stupids Skwisgaars…” Toki put his hands on his hips, inspecting his own bosom with delight. “This ams totallies brutal.” Giggling, he stroked the lace adorning his breasts before catching his face in the reflection. “Oh! Does I know you from some place?”

As if summoned from the pits of horny hell, Skwisgaar appeared from behind his shoulder. “Whys, ja, I believes you does.”

“Aah!” Toki’s fist impacted Skwisgaar’s face instinctively before his brain processed who it was. “S-Skwisgaar?”

“Eugh!!” Skwisgaar whined, covering his face. “What the fucks ams wrongs wif yous Toki…” His words came out muffled behind his hands.

“D-Don’t scares me!” Toki crossed his arms defensively. “What ams you doings here anyways?”

Skwisgaar massaged his nose before checking his hand for signs of blood. “Eugh…wells, I saws a pretty ladies in Mordhaus so I hads to says hello.”

“You dids?” Toki tilted his head. “Whos?”

Skwisgaar shook his head with a snort. “I means you, Toki.”

“Oh.” He belatedly understood the compliment, self-consciousness dawning on him. “You likes it?”

“Yous kiddingks?” Skwisgaar pulled him closer by the waist, the other hand running its fingers down his mane. “You even gots a ponytails.” He smirked with lascive eyes.

The proximity caught Toki off guard. “I just didnts wants mine hairs to gets in the way of tyins the corsets..”

“Porfeckts for pullinks too…” Skwisgaar mumbled, smoothly closing the space between them. However, before their lips could connect, Toki pulled away. 

“I thought you thinks it ams stupids.” He smirked, hands pressed against Skwisgaar’s shoulders to keep him at distance.

Skwisgaar’s brows furrowed together in apparent confusion. “Me? No ways.”

“Ja, you dids! When I brings it for you the other days-”

“Heugh- I don’ts remembers dat.”

“I does, you was means and and yous- ams you laughins?”

Poorly, Skwisgaar hid his mouth behind his fist. “N-Noes.”

Toki was offended. “You remembers! And yous tryins to fleshlights Tokis-”

“Heugheugh, fleshlights sounds abouts rights.” Skwisgaar said, wrapping his arms around Toki again. 

“Hmph!” Toki pursed his lips. “Liars.”

“Oh, come ons, Toki,” Skwisgaar smiled at him, hands unsubtly placing themselves on his butt. “You looks so, hows you says eugh, doables right nows.”

Unable to stay mad, Toki grinned at him. “I does, rights?”

“Ja…” Skwisgaar said, aiming for his lips again but Toki put a finger between then.

“Buts I gots a conditions.”

“Whats?” Skwisgaar asked, though from his gaze alone it was clear he was hardly listening. 

“Next times you wears whatever I wants, no complaints.” 

“Fines.” 

“No takebacks.”

“Okeys.”

“Okays.” Toki repeated with a smile. 

Skwisgaar smiled too and then picked Toki up in a brief display of strength before dropping him on the bed.