Title: Resistance is Futile
Pairing: Sasha/Raz
Warnings: Yaoi/Slash, gay marriage, and it sort of implies that they're about to sleep together (if Raz can tear Sasha away from the Brain Tumbler), one kiss, established relationship.
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"Sasha," Raz sighed wrapping his arms around his husband's waist. "It's almost midnight. Come to bed, or else…"
The German man groaned. "Razputin, I have a thousand tests to complete! Statistics, graphs, lists-" he was cut off by Raz leaning his head on Sasha's shoulder and whimpering cutely.
Knowing that the redhead was about to unleash the puppy-dog eyes, he just closed his eyes and waited for Raz to leave. It was a matter of will power, he decided, and was rewarded when a few minutes later Raz unhooked his arms from the slender waist and left. Grinning, Sasha went back to his Brain Tumbler graphs.
Then Raz suddenly tackled him.
Caught off guard, the black-haired man gave off a slight 'oomph' as he hit the ground, Raz straddling him by the hips. He sighed and looked longingly at his print outs and files for a moment before Raz tenderly plucked his sunglasses off, revealing Sasha's baby blue eyes. With a groan, Sasha shoved his husband off of him.
"Razputin, I really need to get this done," he then added, "It'll only take a moment."
Raz grinned at him and grabbed Sasha's shoulders, pulling him into Raz's lap. "Pleeeease?"
Damm those puppy eyes! Sasha could never resist them. He could ignore Raz's most sexy tone voice, any (ahem) interesting outfits Raz wore, and even the 'we're married now' speech. But those goddamm, innocent, pleading eyes destroyed his defenses. He tried to resist, but those ultra-green eyes, staring so helplessly upward… Sasha gulped and looked away, but it was like looking at your favorite TV show when you know you have to leave. His eyes kept being drawn to those emerald ones above him. Must… resist… puppy… look… And here, people thought Psychonaut missions were hard.
There was a list of important events in world history. Electricity being invented, the first airplane, landing on the moon, the Cold War, and now, Sasha managing to get out of Raz's odd embrace and ignore the puppy look.
This was no easy task, and Sasha had to lean against his console for support before going back to work. It was so draining, emotionally and physically, to ignore those green eyes at any time, Sasha mused. God, he wished he had his sunglasses. The world was disorientingly bright. Then it dawned on him, Raz had his sunglasses!
Turning with a sense of dread, he raised an eyebrow when he saw Raz wearing the very sunglasses Sasha could not survive without.
Raz struck a Sasha-like pose, leaning against the wall and fake-smoking a pen. "I don't care about anyone," Raz mocked with a fake German accent. "I was married to my Brain Tumbler first, so go to hell, Razputin."
Sasha smacked himself on the forehead and ran a hand through his sable hair. "Is there ANY way I can avoid you?"
Raz laughed and kissed him lightly. "If there was, we wouldn't be married."
Once again, the world-famous Sasha Nein had lost the war against his work and his soulmate. But, he mused as he followed Raz into their bedroom, that was marriage. You love, you fight, you lose, you make out.
It was perfect.
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Author's Notes: A little idea that came to me late one night. I just thought about how, in the game, Sasha's always wrapped up in some experiment or another. It made me wonder how that would effect his potential love life. Thus, this was created!