Based on a picture sent to me by espisayer on tumblr

Arthur had thought that working as a guard would be more... interesting. Instead, it was stale. He was sure it had something to do with the... homicidal nature of the queen, but the capital of the Kingdom of Hearts still shouldn't be so quiet. Rarely anything ever happened.

The most work Arthur ever had to do was to pull a certain hyper child out of people's yard or (for some damn reason) dumpsters. It was otherwise a very droll job and a thankless one. He wasn't paid well enough for staying on his feet all day with nothing to do.

It was probably the tedium of his job that always made him happy to see Marceau. He was a flirt and loved teasing Arthur, but he livened things up when he came into the city. (And he did so without running amok like some children.) That said, Arthur took some issues with his laid-back attitude at times.

"You know you can't sit on the fountain, Marceau," Arthur sighed as he walked up to him. His feet were killing him, so he ended up leaning on the cane/sword that was normally fasted to his hip. "It's-"

"A national monument," Marceau finished. "I believe that you know I don't care. It wouldn't kill you to sit down as well."

"It might..." Arthur sighed. He wasn't overly fond of the new queen. "You're gonna have to get up."

"There's no reason to. It's not like you're going to arrest me," Marceau scoffed.

A reason. Great. They'd gone through this before and they ended it with Marceau off the fountain and Arthur out 100 gold. "I'm not giving you any money this time..." he remarked with the rabbit ears atop his head going flat in annoyance.

Marceau looked up at him with a smirk. "Oh, no. No money this time. Something free that shouldn't pain you to part with."

The problem with the situation was that Marceau was not a person he wanted to bargain with. He knew how to get what he wanted one way or another and wasn't afraid to manipulate people. Arthur had enough experience with Marceau, though, to know that he wasn't in any... serious danger. Other than his pride. "Eh?" Arthur sighed. "And what the hell is that?"

"A kiss," Marceau said as though it was no big deal. He was grinning too.

Arthur could feel his face heating up and scowled at Marceau. "You can't be serious. Marceau, I'm not going to kiss you just to get your arse off the fountain."

"Well, it's either a kiss or 600 gold," he plainly stated.

Now Arthur could feel his eye and ears twitch. "You bastard... You just racked up a debt to someone again, didn't you? Who was it this time?"

"That's hardly important. So what do you say?"

"You know I can't afford that," he hissed. "You took half my pay last time!"

"I'm still amazed you can survive from so little money." Marceau thought it was criminal how little they paid him. Especially since Arthur had always been thin as is and had only lost weight since he started the job.

"That's not the point! Would you just get up?" It wouldn't be a problem if the other guards weren't such assholes. There was always something Arthur did that they took issue with. If they knew he let Marceau get away with shit (even minuscule pointless things), he'd be drug before the queen.

"You know your options, cher. It's up to you to decide what to do."

Arthur was livid. Marceau knew damn well he wasn't going to get that kind of money from him. "You're an arse, you know. I can't believe I'm going to bloody..."

Arthur had barely started to lean down to Marceau when a certain child (the little bastard) ran by and saw a perfect opportunity. It wasn't that Marshall hated Arthur. He was just too much fun to mess with. So of course he wouldn't pass up the chance to shove him into the fountain.

It was a miracle of some sort that Arthur didn't take Marceau with him. Arthur had almost instantly pushed himself out of the water. "You little brat!" he snarled as he stood up. He was completely soaked despite only falling in above his waist.

The child ran away before Arthur could get his wits about him. It was probably for the best, as Marceau wasn't done with him. Certainly not now. "Hey, I still never got my kiss," Marceau said with a smirk and chuckle as he patted Arthur's ass right below the fluff of tail.

Arthur immediately yelped and whirled around on him. His face was comically red and his eye was twitching with aggravation and embarrassment. "Would you bloody stop?!" Arthur demanded, pointing a finger at him.

Marceau's smirk grew as he took Arthur's hand. "Just give me a moment." Without giving Arthur time to react, Marceau pulled Arthur down by his hand just enough that he could kiss him.

There was a split second where he thought he got away with it. Arthur had stared at him in surprise and didn't seem angry. Then he got smacked and Arthur started to storm away while ranting under his breath. His entire neck was as red as Marceau's cheek.

It hurt like a bitch, but Marceau couldn't say it wasn't worth it. Eventually, he would win Arthur over and get him out of the capital. He would just have to keep trying.

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