gayspiderman on tumblr requested "There's people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you're close" for Krexie, so that's what this fic is.
Krel hated running. He had gone through all the physical exercise training growing up and had passed at an acceptable rate, but he had never been as interested in them as Aja was.
Running was even worse when he was in his human form. He needed to breathe like this, and right now he was running out of breath. He and Douxie were both running out of breath.
The two of them were running through the myriad of streets of New York, running from a servant of the Arcane Order. She reminded Krel of bounty hunters, even if her motivations were completely different. She blended in incredibly well despite all her bluster about how she would get revenge on how Hisirdoux had embarrassed her masters with his Eternal Time Trap. If it were anyone else, then the envious and angry part of Krel that he tried to keep quiet would be screaming with indignation. After all, Krel had been the one who had built it, Douxie had just put it into use and provided material for it. How dare anyone else take credit for Krel's engineering achievements? Instead, all Krel felt was mild pang of annoyance and an even greater relief that he was not the main target. That, and fear for Douxie, and wishing that Krel had been credited just so that Douxie wouldn't have the entire burden on himself.
While the servant's blending in with humans kept magic from being exposed to the world it also meant that Douxie and Krel couldn't reveal themselves. That meant running. At least Krel wouldn't fall behind, since Douxie was holding his hand. It should have been uncomfortable since Douxie's hand was clammy and Krel wasn't big on physical contact, but right now it felt right. It was probably adrenaline.
Douxie pulled Krel into an empty alleyway and then pressed an arm around Krel. Krel's head was pressed against Douxie's chest, with the rest of their bodies firmly pressed against each other.
It felt like an incredibly intimate pose, since Krel's head was right next to where Douxie's core would be, if he were an Akiridion. As it was, Krel could hear Douxie's heartbeat over his own. It was fast.
Douxie wasn't Akiridion, though, so the way he was flushing must have been from running. Quietly, Krel tilted his gaze so he could look up at Douxie. He didn't look back at Krel. Douxie's eyes were wide and staring nervously at the opening of the alley.
"How long until your wormhole is working again?" Douxie whispered in a breathy voice.
"At least another hour." Which was an improvement on how it had been when he had first created it, with him only being able to use the wormhole once per week instead of twice per day. "Sorry."
Douxie was silent and tense. Probably watching and waiting for the servant to come find them. Offhandedly, Krel began to wonder if the thing he had seen in one of the movies Toby had shown him was true - that public displays of affection made people uncomfortable, and that they could be used to better hide people. Public displays of affection certainly made Krel uncomfortable. But, would it make the servant uncomfortable enough to ignore the two of them if Krel were to kiss Douxie? They were already very close together, so it wouldn't be too hard to move to start kissing.
"Can you start running again soon?"
"Yeah." Any disappointment in Krel's voice was entirely because he didn't want to start running again. He didn't actually want to kiss Douxie. Or, well, he did, but that was only out of a combination of intellectual curiosity and the desire to not be caught and killed. Only those reasons, and no others.
Douxie released Krel and began to take off his hoodie. He then held it out to Krel. "Put this on."
As Krel did as he was told, Douxie ran a hand through his hair. It glowed before changing to a slightly paler shade of gold than his eyes.
"This'll only last fifteen minutes, so let's try to get back to the apartment or by then." Douxie held out his hand, and Krel took it.
Then they were running again.