"Yo, Antithesis!"
He looked up from making coffee, and he was met with the sight of a shirtless Tyrant with pure white hair. He slid next to Antithesis and pecked his cheek.
"What do you want?" Antithesis asked.
"Your dick in my ass. But that's not 'til later. For now, I want to ask you something."
"I do too."
"Ooh, really? You go first. Mine's probably more serious."
"Why white?" Antithesis asked, running his fingers through Tyrant's hair.
"Oh, that? Well, that actually relates to my question."
"And it is?"
"You know what I think?"
"Is that the question?"
"Yes, but it's followed by a suggestion. So, I'll say it again, know what I think?"
"What do you think, Tyrant?" Antithesis asked.
"I think…" He placed his hands behind his back and walked about in a circle. "I think...that...we...should…" He hummed, a faux-nonchalant expression on his face.
"You think that we should…?" Antithesis moved his hand in a circle and stared back with a faux-interested expression."
"I think...that we should really…" He flipped his hair in front of his face, then flipped it back behind. "Get married!"
Antithesis stared at him. "Married? You're serious?"
"Do I look like I'm not?"
"Kinda."
"Shut up." He leaned against the counter and drummed on it with his fingers. "I mean it, Antithesis. I wanna marry you."
"Why does it matter what you want? We can't get married anyway."
"Yeah, we can!" Tyrant said happily. "North's constitution doesn't say anything about what's classified as 'marriage' up here. If I really wanted to, I could get married to the coffee pot. But you're more comfortable to sleep with." He winked.
Antithesis rolled his eyes. "I'm glad I outweigh a pot that makes liquid. Anyway, do we really need to get married? After all, we know ourselves that we're in love with one another."
"Maybe I just want an excuse to have a party and wear fancy clothes," Tyrant suggested ever so lightly. "And maybe I want to see my lover dressed the same way." He patted Antithesis's chest. "You'd look nice in a suit, Antithesis."
"Oh, I look extremely good in a suit. But I hate weddings. They take too long."
"Then we'll have a short ceremony and a really long party. Come on, Antithesis, please?"
Antithesis rolled his eyes. "You're insane."
"I know, but I'm also in love!" He hugged Antithesis tightly. "Let me marry you!"
"Fuck off!"
"No! Say 'yes!'"
Antithesis wore a look of annoyance, but inside he felt warm. As annoying as Tyrant was, he was still extremely sweet and loving. The prospect of marriage just solidified how dedicated Tyrant truly was to his love for Antithesis. He'd feel like a bastard if he tore that solidity down.
"Fine," Antithesis sighed. "I'll marry you."
"Yes!" Tyrant exclaimed, hugging him tighter. "I fucking love you!"
Antithesis smiled and held him close. "I love you, too."
And for the first time in a long time, he meant it.
