Shun should know better than to drink, but they've just come out of hell alive. When Reiji brought him a bottle as a peace offering, despite their mutual under-aged status, he couldn't help but take a few sips.
A few sips turn into a few drinks, and soon Reiji's bringing out another bottle and another. He missed where it came from, but in the end that didn't matter. All he could focus on was the fire in his lung and the mutual comforting silence the two of then shared.
"So," Reiji was the first to break the ice, "Are you satisfied with this?"
Ruri and Yuto were back, safe and sound. Heartland was already on it's way to a full recovery. It was like a dream come true, yet there was a certain tiredness that still lingered.
"I should be," The alcohol weighted heavy on his tongue, "Still there's nothing left for us to fight. What's left for me in these dimensions," Golden eyes trained on purple, as regal as the kings that filled his deck, "You must be the same aren't ya?"
Reiji refused to answer, and Shun didn't blame him. They were hardly the people who should be pouring their hearts out to each other. They may have shared an entangled life, but from the start the differences had been engrained into their DNA.
Regardless he felt his tongue slip as another question escaped, "Are you satisfied, Akaba Reiji?"
This time to his surprise, he answered, "Not quite yet."
"What's there that's left for the man that has everything?" Their gazes met once more, and Shun didn't need that answer anymore.
"Kiss me," Reiji said.
Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's the post victory high. Either way Shun finds himself doing just that.