Kyd Wykkyd was having the best dream ever. To put it vaguely, it was very… Seymour Smith related. As in Elliot Knight heroically carrying Seemore bridal style as Seymour cooed admiringly at him. Oh yeah, don't forget Kyd's way more muscular, taller just as Seemore was more petite and elfin. Elliot, the noble prince and Seymour the, dainty damsel in distress. He expected to tenderly stir from his heavenly rest, maybe even hug his smaller partner tightly, though certainly not for-
"Honey! Hurry up! Ah!,"Seemore squealed urgently, pouncing besides Kyd and shaking him vigorously, yet also pleadingly.
"Ugh… no… let me lie in, love,"Elliot moaned wearily, automatically, wrapping his lanky arms around Seymour and yanking him into his lissom torso.
Seemore wriggled frantically out of it, ignoring Kyd's begging, yearning moans as he eventually squirmed out of the tight embrace. Grudgingly, Kyd sat up lethargically, only in his usual, dirty tank top and loose, pyjama shorts, and soon found Seymour rummaging desperately through the still unwashed laundry dumped in the corner of the gothic bedroom- Kyd was still adamantly refusing to wash his clothes after he saw Gizmo's old gum stuck to the washing machine roof. Seemore inhaled frustratedly, seeing none of them even presentable and immediately Elliot teleported besides his smaller boyfriend, frowning concernedly. He tenderly cupped Seymour's now blushing face in his pale hands and tried to pull him into their usual, routine, reassuring morning kiss. Seemore nearly allowed it but soon swiftly recalled the disastrous time and jolted away hastily, eliciting Kyd to scowl disappointedly. Kyd crossed his larger arms defiantly with a bitter pout but was rapidly interrupted in his cantankerous sulk when Seymour shoved the least bloodiest, dirtiest costume there was in his lean chest. Seemore smiled strainedly before hurriedly pelting out of the door. Unfortunately, it didn't take long to change resentfully and trudge out grumpily. Immediately, Elliot delicately lifted Seymour's head up from under his chin, looking intently at him with pleading, mystified amber eyes.
"Love, it's just a mission. Who gives a crap if we are late? I just want a min with you, please,"Kyd requested softly.
"Look, I'm sorry, Ellie, I really am. But, as I said before, I want all the opportunities I can have to be a better thief! You are amazing, so you don't need help, but I do, okay?,"Seemore sighed exasperatedly.
"But-,"Elliot moaned almost childishly.
Seymour softened slightly with a doleful chuckle. Kyd eagerly took his short chance and leaned downwards for another attempt for his morning kiss (which he was supposed to unfailingly receive every single morning ever)- only for Seemore to tenderly hold back his pale face with an apologetic frown. He backed away reluctantly, though not before gently caressing Elliot's lanky arm as he wandered away hurriedly. Kyd scowled yet again. With a piqued huff, he followed grudgingly, only taking seconds before his long strides caught up with Seymour's many short ones. Immediately, Kyd lit up impishly.
"Honey- argh, why?,"Seymour groaned conflictedly between pleasure and frustration.
Elliot grinned playfully as he had literally scooped Seemore up bridal style and was basically cradling him to his lissom chest as if he were a mere child. Kyd smiled contentedly as Seemore gently adjusted his lopsided cowl, snuggling closer. Elliot leaned down to finally kiss him when abruptly Seemore unfortunately recalled his sudden hurry and squirmed out of Kyd's reliable arms, landing clumsily on his feet. This was why he didn't desire this right now- when Elliot was so very affectionate, he always forgot his ongoing task. Elliot chased after him and easily caught up, ensnaring Seymour in a pleading hug from behind.
"C'mon! You are already a great thief!,"Kyd assured kindly, subsequently picking Seemore up again as he strolled leisurely through the dull corridors,"Ah, you are always so stressy sometimes, it's not like-"
"Seemore and your scary boyfriend, are you done yet?,"Gizmo shouted impatiently,"We've been waiting for ages, pitsniffers!"
Seymour tensed humiliatedly with a furious blush as the genius child villain turned the corner- only to see that very same scary boyfriend holding up that very same Seemore, who was burying his red face in their lean chest with an embarrassed squeal. Gizmo gawked stupidly before nodding slowly, beckoning them forwards with an awkward stiffness. Kyd smirked amusedly, especially as Seymour hunched closer, his once lightly blushing cheeks burning up ferociously. Elliot gently poked Seemore's back, which swiftly caught his abashed attention, and he swiftly leaned in, finally grateful it was happening. At least he thought it was happening.
"El-Ellie, no-not with Gi-Giz wat-watching,"Seemore stammered meekly, tenderly pressing the palm of his hand onto Kyd's puckered lips (that soon became a sour scowl again).
"Yeah, gross! I don't want to see you sharing spit,"Gizmo exclaimed pettily, harrumphing egotistically.
"Well, if you're not careful, spit will be coming out of your mouth when I break your jaw!,"Elliot snapped dangerously, protectively squeezing Seymour even closer.
"What- no! I like my jawline!,"Gizmo squealed fearfully, scramming along frightenedly.
As Elliot smiled entertainedly, Seemore shook his head reprimandingly and lamented exasperatedly,"Honestly. I told you to stop scaring everyone like that! Mammoth still can't stay in the same room as you without trembling! Jinx still pales when you come in! Show them the real, not-scary you!"
"But honey- I am a half demon. You should be more scared of me, really. Actually, I feel like you've become too desensitized around me,"Elliot teased gamesomely.
"Pfft. you cried when you saw Jack from the Titanic pretend to die- real scary, love,"Seymour snorted tauntingly, smiling eagerly as he leapt from Kyd's lanky arms, pelting enthusiastically through the broad doors and into the spacious living room. Elliot glared hostilely at Gizmo, eliciting the poor boy to scream skittishly and cower into a protective ball. Kyd smiled maliciously and entered too, grinning even more wickedly as Jinx paled noticeably, Mammoth shook fearfully and Gizmo staggered jitterily behind the bulky figure of Mammoth. And Seymour smiled pleasedly and gently took his gloved hand. Ah, he loved Seymour Smith. Careless of the traumatised villains before him, Kyd bent forwards and cupped Seemore's blushing face in his pale hands. All the rest of the Hive Five fidgeted uncomfortably especially as their lips neared and- Seemore snapped from his lovesick daze and tenderly pushed his taller boyfriend's narrow face away with some effort. Immediately, Kyd scowled- when would Seymour kiss him?
"Look, I'm sorry, but this isn't your apartment. You can't just… PDA with me here. We can do this sorta stuff later somewhere isolated but if we are going to do crime nice and early, you can't just try and kiss me like this, I need to be ready,"Seemore explained guiltily, lovingly squishing his taller boyfriend's pale face that was now scowling,"Anyway, let's go, honey and err- guys."
They all nodded eagerly, except Kyd Wykkyd, who was still bitter that Seymour had declined the usual morning kiss for like the millionth time. And with that, they shot off.
Later on, the Hive Five were in a heated battle. They had instead chosen to rob from Steel City, so they were brawling against the Titans East, rather than the Teen Titans. Gizmo was whizzing around on his advanced jetpack with Bumblebee flying behind; Speedy and Seemore facing off each other from long distance; Aqualad was soaking Mammoth, who was staggering around blindly; Mas Y Menos and Jinx were in a repetitive routine of tripping over a powerful hex or the twin's incredible speed, getting back up and doing so again, and again, and again. And Kyd Wykkyd, well, he was silently sneaking up behind Speedy, or better so Roy Harper, with a sly grin. It was fairly eerie really: Elliot was like an undetectable shadow within the sinister darkness. Roy angled his trustworthy bow and released a perfectly aimed arrow from his small partner, eliciting Elliot to gasp panickedly.
With renewed energy, Kyd pounced forwards and struck Speedy very hard over the head, knocking him unconscious immediately. His amber eyes widened as he saw Roy's paralyzing arrow aimed immaculately for Seemore's small chest. In a mere split second, Elliot teleported right next to Seymour and dived them both to the floor, kindly pillowing Seymour's abrupt fall with his lanky arm curling around his slight figure. Seemore gawked stupidly, seeing his taller boyfriend peel away reluctantly and watch Seymour Smith intently as he stood up stunnedly, yet also shakily. Kyd Wykkyd stood up too and saw Seemore's sinewy muscles tense to race back again to the exerting battle. Elliot Knight stared admiringly.
Seymour said appreciatively,"Thanks for the save, Kyd Wykkyd, I-"
However, the one-eyed villain never finished his thankful sentence. Instead, he was cut off by Elliot's pale lips pressed desperately onto Seemore's, Elliot's pale hands tenderly caressing Seemore's slim shoulders and furiously burning face. In front of everyone. A shocked silence filled the robbed shop as every pair of eyes stared stunnedly at the sight. Seymour was still in shock, too stupefied to return the urgent kiss that Kyd giving. Elliot reluctantly pulled away, beaming satiatedly to have finally received his precious morning kiss- even if it was by force.
Seemore was now entirely red faced as he gaped horrifiedly.
"I-I_i- Kyd- wh-why? You-you kissed me with everyone looking!"
By late morning, Elliot and Seymour were sitting together.. In a sort of argument, they supposed. Kyd, in his usual dishevelled tank top and loose pyjama shorts, was sat comfortably on the Hive Five's comfy sofa whilst Seemore, who was donned in his pastel green sleepwear and without his useful helmet, was huffing irritatedly, as he lay curled up comfortably on Elliot's lap, burying himself very closely. Kyd squeezed Seymour closer, smiling pleasedly, yet also immensely affectionately, as he merely allowed Seemore to curse him embarrassedly still.
"I am going to insult you know, yo-you… gay…,"he stuttered pitifully.
"You gay idiot maybe?,"Elliot suggested amusedly.
"Yes! Bu-but… doesn't that make me a gay idiot too?,"Seymour squeaked alarmedly.
"Yes. But it makes you my gay idiot, love,"Kyd sighed lovingly, gently cupping Seemore's blushing face in his pale hands.
Elliot Knight leaned in and this time-
Seymour Smith didn't push him away.