They were in his room again. His stupid room with his stupid model airplanes and that goddamn, stupid teddy bear that Skwisgaar always managed to sit on.

"Pft. Fuckings bear..." He had muttered. He threw the stuffed animal against the wall, refusing to look Toki in the eyes, knowing that they'd be filled with childish dispair.

"He ams not used to sharings the room." Toki had explained. The sincerity in his expression was enough to make Skwisgaar cringe, and almost enough to stop him from fucking him.

Almost.

But it was over now, and he should go. Back to his snow white room, where things didn't remind him so much of Toys 'R' Us and... and childhood. Not his, or course, but childhood in general. He could barely make out the hanging model airplanes in the darkness, but the little he could was enough. A wave of guilt, salty like sea water, washed over his naked body.

But then Toki tensed, his muscles taunt and protective against Skwisgaar's chest, and he decided to fuck it.