Ruskeydoo I love you

by TSO

Because Rule 34. And because Salamancer asked for it. And because it was funny as hell to write. Anyways, here is the first piece of Ruskydoo fanfiction ever written. For some strange reason I'm actually quite proud of that. For an explanation of the ungodly forces that drove me to write this, go check out the hidden mod video on Salamancer's youtube channel, Fatmop.

"Oh Ruskey." You say as the dapper gentleman in front of you gently pins the medal on your chest. "It's... beautiful. Where did you get it?"

"I made it." He says as he finishes pinning the gleaming badge to your chest. "Just for you."

"Oh my." You say, staring at it in wonder. "But such a generous gift... I'm afraid I have nothing to give that would ever come close to repaying you for this."

"That's ok." He says, gently caressing your cheek. "Your love is all I need."

"Ruskey..." You start to say, but before you can finish he moves in and kisses you. It is a deep, powerful kiss, but also gentle, just what you would expect out of the man you love. His lips are locked firmly against yours, but they're so soft they feel like they were meant to be there. You stay like that for what seems like an eternity, but even so when he moves away you feel like it still wasn't long enough.

Then, without any warning, Ruskey leans over and pulls you close, clasping you to his chest as he smothers your face with passionate kisses. His hands grab at you, and you feel blood rush to your face as you understand his intent.

"Ru.. Ruskey..." You start to say, but he covers your mouth with one of his strong, manly hands.

"Hush." He gently whispers, moving his face closer to yours, so that you can taste the sweet scent of his breath. "Sometimes, there are things a man needs more than money, or even sandviches. And right now, what I need more than anything else is you."

"Oh Ruskey! But here, in this closet?"

"Where does not matter, as long as I am with you." He says, and you know that he means it with all of his heart, soul, and most importantly, his love.

"Oh Ruskey!" You say, and you both lean in and kiss each other in a burst of mutual, existential bliss. They you pull away and stare at the beautiful man before you, with his tiara and fairy wings shining in the dim light, and you know in your heart that you are ready to give your everything to him.

Then, gently but passionately, you both proceed to prove your love for one another. Ruskey, gleaming regally in his imperial regalia, and you, with your shiny new medal on your chest, reaffirm the deep feelings that began as soon as you first met in this shared act of devotion. Together, you act in perfect harmony, combined into one person, one being, one love. It can't last forever, but for now, it is enough.