"So? What do you want to do?"

Hiroki clasped his hands in his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his husband, who stood several feet in front of him.

"Hiro-san?"

"Eh?" Hiroki gasped, jolting as he looked up at Nowaki's face. "What?"

Nowaki furrowed his eyebrows.

"Is something wrong? You seem a little distant."

Hiroki blinked.

"N-No… it's nothing… I just… I can't get over that."

Hiroki gestured to Nowaki's body. Nowaki looked down at himself.

He was dressed in a white button-up shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also wore a pair of light blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers with white caps and shoelaces.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Nowaki asked, pulling on his shirt to check for error.

"No, there's nothing wrong with it, it's just…" Hiroki trailed off. "No, it's nothing."

"Tell me."

"I'm used to seeing you in black, I guess," Hiroki said, shrugging. "There's nothing wrong with this outfit, it's just different."

"Oh," Nowaki said. He nodded. "I see."

"You look like a tourist," Hiroki said with a little laugh, sliding off of the bed to walk up to Nowaki and run his hand up his arm. Nowaki smiled at Hiroki, putting an arm around his waist and bringing him in.

"I look like a tourist? Look at what you're wearing!"

Hiroki looked down at himself. He was dressed in more white than Nowaki, with his white, baggy Capri pants and his white t-shirt with a white cardigan.

"Nah, I'm just wearing a bunch of white."

"As expected from my lovely Hiro-san."

"Mmm…" Hiroki hummed. He kissed Nowaki's jaw line. "'M not lovely, dummy."

"You've changed again."

Hiroki tilted his head.

"Eh? How so?"

"You seem gentler."

"Well, yeah. I'm away from those crazy, horny perverts next door," Hiroki joked. Nowaki grinned and reached up to touch Hiroki's cheek.

"Mm? None of it has anything to do with getting married?"

Hiroki glanced at Nowaki's wedding band as it grazed across his cheek.

"Maybe a little," Hiroki said, bringing his arms up to wrap them around Nowaki's neck. "A smidgen."

"Mmhm," Nowaki chortled, stooping his head to rub noses with his little husband. "Best decision of my life."

"I'd marry me, too."

Nowaki pouted and tried to turn away. Hiroki followed, clinging to his neck as he was dragged in a circle.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" Hiroki laughed. Nowaki glanced at him and laughed as well, picking up Hiroki and squeezing him as he swung him back and forth.

"Oh, Hiro-san, I love you as a Kusama!"

Hiroki smiled and kissed Nowaki's cheek.

"So… since you love me so much…" he trailed off. Nowaki stopped swinging him immediately and put him down. Hiroki put on his best innocent face as Nowaki pulled him off of his neck and held him away, giving Hiroki a scrutinizing look.

"Alright. What do you want, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked flatly. Hiroki smiled sheepishly.

"Nothin'."

"…Mm?"

"Okay, I really want to go to the casino!" Hiroki said eagerly, grasping Nowaki's waist and tugging his shirt like a child. Nowaki raised an eyebrow.

"So all of that lovey-dovey stuff was so you could blackmail me into taking you to the casino?"

"No…" Hiroki trailed off. Nowaki pursed his lips. "…Yes…"

"That's not nice."

"I wouldn't be lovey-dovey with you at all if I didn't love you for real! I'd just go to the casino without your permission if that was the case!"

"Mmm… really? You really want to go?"

"Yeah! It's like an arcade! It's just a bunch of games!" Hiroki exclaimed.

"A bunch of games concerning real money, Hiro-san."

"Pleeease?" Hiroki whined, sticking out his bottom lip. "We can use a set amount of money!"

"Oh, I won't be gambling," Nowaki said, shaking his head. "It doesn't really interest me."

"But it interests meeee…" Hiroki said in a sing-song voice. Nowaki gave him a skeptical look. "Please? Please, please, please, pleasepleaseplease?"

"Ugh," Nowaki grunted, briefly squeezing his eyes shut. "It's terrible to use your cuteness to take advantage of me."

"Yay!" Hiroki cried, bounding away from Nowaki. Nowaki, however, grabbed his wrist and brought him back.

"In repayment, I want to hold hands with you," Nowaki said with a smirk. Hiroki's shoulders slumped.

"But we're in publi-"

"Hiro-san, there are gay and lesbian couples all over the place. You didn't see them? We're not the only gay couple here, you know."

"But…"

"We won't go to the casino unless I get to hold your hand."

"For the whole cruise?"

Nowaki paused.

"Well, I was actually thinking for just today, but your idea sounds better. We have to hold hands whenever I want for the entire cruise."

"Oh come on!"

"You can hold my hand and go to the casino, or we can stay put right here in the room," Nowaki said, prying Hiroki off of him and going to the bed. He sighed as he lied down and put his arms behind his head. Hiroki crossed his arms and scowled.

"Fine, then I'll just go!"

"Have fun," Nowaki replied with a sweet smile. Hiroki tilted his head.

"Eh?"

"You don't need to ask me for permission to go, Hiro-san. You can go ahead."

Hiroki blinked.

"O-Okay. Yeah! Yeah, I'm going to the casino!" Hiroki said triumphantly. He turned and marched towards the door. He got to it and grinned widely as he grabbed the handle.

"I'll just stay here. All alone without my beautiful, perfect, absolutely precious husband."

Hiroki froze and straightened, his grin fading and his eyelids lowering as he stared at the door. He fucking knew it.

No… he wouldn't let Nowaki sweet talk him into another one of his little tricks.

"The answer is no, Nowaki," Hiroki said firmly, coming back into the room and putting his hands on his hips.

"What could you possibly mean, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked innocently, crossing his ankles as he looked up from the bed.

"You know exactly what I mean!" Hiroki snapped. He brought his arms up to cross his arms over his chest. He upturned his nose. "You're a moron to think that I'm going to fall for another one of your stupid mind games!"


Hiroki scowled, his shoulders hunched as he stomped down the hall beside Nowaki. Between them, their hands were clasped and their fingers interlaced. A few people had passed already, but none of them paid any mind to the gay couple strolling down the hall. Hiroki, however, felt like everyone was staring.

"Oh, look. It says here that they hand out free drinks on the floor," Nowaki said cheerfully as he looked at his brochure. Hiroki didn't answer him, too busy setting the floor ablaze with his steely glare. Nowaki glanced down at him. "Don't pout so much, Hiro-san. We're going to the casino so you can play."

"Shut up!" Hiroki barked, whipping his fiery gaze towards his idiot husband.

"Hehe," Nowaki giggled, smiling widely. "You look so cute when you're angry."

"Hmph," Hiroki huffed, returning his stare to the floor. "Idiot."

There was a short silence before Nowaki suddenly yanked Hiroki around a corner. Hiroki yelped as he was practically thrown into a small room with a few vending machines in it. Nowaki pulled him into a corner, out of the view of anyone else. He leaned against the wall and brought Hiroki up against his body, holding him by the small of the back.

"What are you-!" Hiroki began in a shout. He was cut off, though, as Nowaki cupped the back of his head in his free hand and brought him forward to kiss him. Hiroki jolted, surprised. He fought back a little, squeezing his eyes shut and smacking Nowaki's chest. "Nnn! Nn!"

Nowaki's tongue brushed across Hiroki's bottom lip, then gently forced his mouth open and slipped inside. He brought Hiroki's tongue forward to dance, and Hiroki wilted slightly in his grip, his smacking growing weaker and weaker.

"Nn…! Nn. Mmm… mmn…"

Hiroki's hands relaxed against Nowaki's chest, only to slide up to grip his shoulders. Just as he was getting into it, Nowaki pulled away, a small string of saliva snapping between their lips. Hiroki slowly peeled his eyes open and drew in a shaky breath. Nowaki smiled down at him.

"Hiro-san, please understand that I'm not forcing you to hold hands with me because I want to embarrass you. It's because… well, I just want to hold hands with you," Nowaki murmured, reaching up to caress his blushing husband's cheek.

"Nowaki…" Hiroki breathed, reaching up to put his hand over Nowaki's on his cheek.

"There's that lovey-dovey attitude. Please keep that for the rest of our honeymoon. Even if it's subtle," Nowaki said. "That's what honeymoons are for."

"Okay…" Hiroki sighed. Nowaki smiled adoringly down at him, then lowered his head for one more small kiss. When they pulled apart once more, Hiroki wiggled shyly. "Can we go play now?"

Nowaki chortled.

"Of course we can," he said. He pushed away from the wall, then offered Hiroki his hand. Hiroki looked down at it, hesitating slightly before putting his hand in Nowaki's. Nowaki beamed and interlaced their fingers.

They made their way to the tenth deck where the casino was, along with a few restaurants and bars. As they walked down the wide deck hand-in-hand, they looked around at everything that was around them.

"This looks exactly like a mall, except with restaurants," Hiroki commented, talking loud enough so Nowaki could hear him over the sounds of the casino bells and whistles, and the dull roar of other passengers around them.

"It does," Nowaki replied, leaning in slightly so Hiroki could hear him. They continued to walk, heading towards the casino that was at the end of the deck.

Once there, Hiroki could hardly suppress the urge to jump around with glee.

"What would you like to do?" Nowaki asked. Hiroki glanced up at him, seeing that he looked somewhat uncomfortable in the mass of drunken people and all of the noises of the games.

"You don't have to stay in here if you don't want," Hiroki said, tilting his head sympathetically up at his husband. Nowaki smiled and looked down at Hiroki.

"No, it's fine, Hiro-san."

"Nnn…" Hiroki hummed. "After this, we can do what you want, then. I want you to have fun, too."

"I have fun when I see you enjoying yourself."

"Idiot," Hiroki said, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I want to do slots first."

"Okay."

Hiroki led Nowaki by the hand towards the slot machines, pausing along the way to convert a dollar bill into nickels. He sat down at a free slot machine and nibbled his lip as he put a nickel into it. The game began to light up and flash. Nowaki stood at his side with his hands in his pockets as Hiroki reached up and pulled the lever.

When the slots stopped rolling, Hiroki didn't win anything, but he bounced in his seat as he pointed excitedly at a near-win.

"Look at that! Look! I was this close!" Hiroki cried, turning to Nowaki and pinching his fingers together to show how close he was. "I'm definitely going to win next time!"

"Oh, jeez," Nowaki sighed, playfully rolling his eyes. "I'm going to need a drink for this. Be right back."

"M'kay," Hiroki hummed, turning back to his game. He slipped another nickel in and giggled almost hysterically as the lights flickered in his face.


"Hiro-san, I got you a-"

"I don't get it," Hiroki snarled, his head in one hand. He ran his hand though his hair as Nowaki walked up to his side and offered Hiroki a drink in a plastic cup. Hiroki snatched it out of his hand and took a big gulp.

"Hiro-san…?"

"I hate this thing!" Hiroki barked, pointing accusingly at the slot machine. "It's purposefully trying to piss me off!"

Nowaki blinked, taking a sip of his drink through the clear straw.

"I've only been gone for five minutes. You're out of nickels already?"

"It took all of my nickels and didn't give me a cent in return!" Hiroki complained. He turned to Nowaki and stuck out his lower lip.

"I told you so," Nowaki sang, putting a hand on Hiroki's back and rubbing his shoulders. "It's okay, baby, you're a winner in my eyes."

"Fuck you! This slot machine doesn't see me as a winner!" Hiroki shouted.

"Oh, Hiro-san, move over."

Hiroki squeaked as Nowaki picked him up out of the seat and put him into the next seat over. He took a seat at Hiroki's slot machine and handed Hiroki his drink. Nowaki fished a quarter out of his pocket and slipped it into the slot machine. He glanced at Hiroki, pulled the lever, and didn't even bother to look at the slots as they spun.

When it stopped, there was a flurry of bells and whistles as quarters began flying out of the machine. Hiroki stared at the falling quarters in horror.

"What the-" he began, stupidly handing Nowaki his drink back when he held out his hand for it.

"A small win," Nowaki said lightly, smiling cutely as he took another sip of his drink and looked down at the pile of quarters underneath his feet. "Only seven dollars, but still a win."

Hiroki flapped his lips. Nowaki leaned over, hooked his hand on Hiroki's neck, and pulled him in for a little kiss on the side of his mouth.

"Go ahead and use those quarters, love. I'm going to go get a refill."