Crows and Seagulls Are Totally Pals Right?

He laughed heartily.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed now."

"Fine--get off the bed, I called it."

He sighed.

"And I let you have it, yeah, I know..." He stood up, stretching out more.

"...Though I guess if you promise to stop being a douche, we can share it," he grumbled, feeling guilty. "But you get the side with the stain."

He smiled, delighted at the thought of cuddling with Seagull.

"Thank you~" He purred.

"I still don't like you,"

But Crow was already snuggling up to Seagull.

"I don't mind. I like you."

He gasped at the feeling of Crow's warm skin against his own, immediately regretting it.

"...G-get off."

Crow snuggled him.

"But I'm comfortable."

"I'm not!" he lied blatantly.

He shrugged.

"Goodnight."

Sighing deeply, Seagull closed his eyes.

"...Why are you doing this to me? I don't want to like someone like you."

"I never said you had to like me."

"Yes, but..." He voice grew quiet. "...If you keep doing things like this, I know I will."

He laughed.

"It's not like we're doing anything except fucking. Why would you grow to like me?"

"Because I like you already!!" he exclaimed, exasperated. "...I've liked you since I met you."

"...I thought you hated my guts because I was a whore who's the better assassin?"

"...I do...but do you honestly think I would've done that with you if I hated you completely?"

He nodded.

"Hatesex is hot."

He groaned, burying his face in the sheets.

"Never mind. I don't know why I'm trying to explain this to you."

He laughed.

"Oh, come on, dear, just explain. I honestly have no idea how you operate."

He sighed.

"I just...I liked you. I don't know why, okay?! You were strong, efficient, deadly...I liked it a lot. But if I grow any closer to you, I'll be in love with a whore. Nothing good ever comes of that."

Seagull turned around, placing a hand on Crow's face.

"I guess what I'm saying is...if I fell in love with you, I'd have to kill you." His hand slid to Crow's throat. "I refuse to let some prostitute toy with my feelings and blind me with my own emotions. I have a career."

He grinned.

"Oh, boy. You have the exact right idea. I think I love you." He pulled Seagull into a deep, passionate kiss.

Flabbergasted, Seagull kissed back, stroking Crow's chest.

He didn't let go until he was satisfied, so not for about a few minutes.

"Ah, sorry." For once, he apologized, but he still had quite the broad grin. "But that was fucking hot. And here I thought we'd never agree on anything."