Gone to Your Head
Lys Summers

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Warnings: Randomness, little point, and too much champagne. Oh, and shounen-ai, and marriage. That's always good, right? ...Right?
Author's Note: I wasn't going to release this anywhere but my LJ, but Amet flattered me into it :P Worship her. *nod* This was written in celebration of the legalizing of same-sex marriages in Ontario. Now, if the federal courts will just keep their noses out of our provincial business, I will be happy. This is short, and silly, and crappy, but I do not care.

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"You know, when you brought this up, you didn't tell me that it was going to be so cold." Muttered Hisoka, hugging himself in an attempt for warmth. "It's June – shouldn't someone inform this country that it's supposed to be more than 11 degrees?"

Laughing lightly, Tsuzuki wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulders and drew him close. "Well, you're the one who decided that you wanted to do this outside. I seem to remember you saying something along the lines of churches being 'damn creepy hangouts for mass murderers.' Outside seemed the preferred solution, as I doubt that anyone would really want to drag you down the aisle kicking and screaming."

Hisoka fit himself in even closer to his partner, his soft smile hidden in the black suit jacket. "That's true, but this was all your idea in the first place. So sentimental." (Although, truth be told, Hisoka really didn't mind. But being contrary was a tough habit to break.)

Tsuzuki pouted, violet eyes smiling down playfully at the boy latched onto him. "Hisoka, you're so mean! I thought you loved me!"

A frown. "Of course I do, idiot. I just don't love the cold. I also don't love the drunken emotions the entire department flying around my head."

Tsuzuki burst out laughing, grabbing his partner around the waist and spinning him in a circle, before planting a firm kiss on his slightly upturned lips. "Don't be stupid, Hisoka!" he teased. "You only get married once, after all! Certainly it's worth the cold… and the alcohol." He lifted a hand to brush the boy's bangs from his eyes, but his slightly blurred senses misjudged the distance and he ended up whacking Hisoka in the nose.

"You drunken idiot!" A laugh. "…maybe you're right."

"…Hisoka." Tsuzuki responded in a very solemn voice, his hand managing to cup itself around his husband's ("Husband's!" his mind repeated gleefully) cheek. "It might be the champagne talking, but I could have sworn you just said that I was right."

Glaring at the taller man, Hisoka grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down for a very thorough kiss.

" … Definitely the champagne. I think it's gone to your head, too."

"Oh shut up. But let me tell you one thing – we are definitely not spending our honeymoon in the bloody arctic."

Tsuzuki frowned. "Hisoka, I hardly think that Ontario qualifies as the arctic. There aren't even any gay Eskimos!"[1]

Another kiss. Muffled giggling.

"Quiet, you idiot. Enjoy it."

"Oh don't worry. I am."

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[1] A joke from the song "Only Gay Eskimo" by Corky and the Juice Pigs. You'd be suprised what people write about us Canadians.

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