Admitedly, He was ashamed of their Romance- A sick but sweet romance- secret yet Sick, Simple as that, His Brutal Dingo had many Seductive tricks up his sleeves, and hating as ego destroying as is was…The Brutal man, was skilled for a van living Bushman, too skilled for his concern atleast.
In nearly his full atire except his dearly beloved Fedora, he stood still watching the sunset from the small window of the brutal bushman's van- how many hours did they have excatly before they had to depart ways for yet another gory, brutal day? How fast would those boring excurcirating hours pass by in the excitement of blood shed?
But most importantly, Who and when was the first kiss of the evening going to occur? Most times it was the greedy, unskilled lips of the christian and those 'oi thought about you again spook…Thought about how rough Oi'm gonne treat yer" with that taunting deep voice, the first sign of lust. And the rest was history.
Cloathing was torn- Buttons flew- Knifes drew blood- new scars to touch-New stories to share Oh how disgustinly wonderful their relationship was! Neverless It was ended up with the frenchman moaning his name and begging for more. He didn't even care if he was forced to limp the next day the Brutal man always Fullfilled his promises, no matter what position, no matter form it was weather being roleplay or foreplay still he fullfilled his one promise-Always:
"Gonna make you scream moi name so loud, ya damn spook~"
Good lord that accent was to die for!
Through his consistant train of thought he didn't realise a pair of arms- covered with dry blood wrapped around waist, sweetly nuzzling his back groaning
"spook, can Oi Have the day off?"
The frenchman raised an eyebrow, his christian acted so preciously in the early hours of the morning, even rare momments of sweeteness from giving him affectionate nuzzles and kisses to previous wounds he, himself has caused the lustful night before. Heck they even spooned every now and then if one of them was just too weak to make that morning coffee.
"zat iz not my decision, monsier sniper"
A chuckle erupted from the one behind him and another kiss was given "roight, oi would 'ave to ask that old bat, wouldn't oi?"
"I am afraid so, Mon Ami"
The other groaned and hugged tighter causing the frenchman to gasp slightly, yet he kept his calm and let out a little sigh- this was the casual morning routine, his tired little dingo always asked for the day off.
"O-Oi dun wanna go to work, spook" The bushman let out a yawn, and he rested his head on the well mannered frenchman's back
The polite frenchman was already pouring hot water into the bushman's favourtie mug stirring the coffee and sugar together.
"Ah, but my dear Bushman zee othzers must go to work too! Zhink About all zhose Annoying scouts that would be running around" turning around to meet with half awake eyes, he smiled gently at the bushman
"bah, Oi guess yer right" he leaned into the smaller man's chest giving a low sickly chuckle that would put most people off at the word 'go' however the for the polite bushman, it was melody of sweet bliss.
"hey mate, woi ain't ya 'fraid of me, loike the other spooks?"
The Gentlespy simply chuckled, handing over the now hot mug to the brutal sniper
"zhey haven't got to know you like I do mon ami"
He planted a kiss on the christian's cheeck, sure he hated it when the spook gave love and affection it made him feeling uncomforatble, but this time was an exception he sighed and gave a sweet small smile.
"thanks mate"