51 in the rain

Badou thrust his hands into the pockets of his coat. "Dammit, the rain's fuckin cold!"

"It's just rain. It's always cold," Haine muttered.

"It's cold! Just because I'm not already ice-" Haine crushed their lips together for a moment and Badou stumbled back against the wall behind them. After he had regained himself, he pulled the albino closer. Haine pressed his own rain soaked body against Badou's and elicited a low moan from the redhead.

"Warmer?" he smirked and started to walk away.

"Hey- Hey! Fucker! You bastard you-" Badou chased after him. Haine was so unfair sometimes. "Tease! Asshole!"

Haine just rolled his eyes and kept walking.

52 princess

Badou crept closer to Haine's sleeping form on his bed, curled up (he didn't know how the man slept that curled up and didn't wake up complaining about being stiff or something), and sleeping deeper than usual. Haine usually slept quite lightly, but he seemed to be quite happy to bask in the morning sun for a bit.

"Good morning, Princess," Badou smirked as he leaned closer.

An arm lashed out and hit him.

"Fuck. Off."

Haine, however, was not a morning person.

53 confrontation

"What the-"

"Fuckin' tell me!" Badou shouted, holding Haine against the door of his apartment, preventing him from going through it. He twisted himself around so that his back was facing Badou and then spun the other around, slamming him against the door instead.

"Tell you what?" he snarled.

"You're always—you're always fuckin' acting like you might—I dunno, actually fucking give a shit about me, and then you disappear for a fuckin' week, and you always come back like nothing happened! You do it all the time, why the hell do you keep coming back? Why the fuck d'you-"

Haine was silent.

"You do it all the time!" Badou said and rested his head on Haine's shoulder, "I just- I just can't tell what your deal is anymore."

Haine let him go and Badou could tell just by the look in his eyes, that particular frown, that he was thinking.

"Fuckin' say something!" Badou shouted, clenching his fists.

But Haine didn't. He didn't really think the word 'love' suit them very well, the two badass motherfuckers that they were.

So he kissed Badou, grabbing his face, and just holding on, feeling the other man's arms wrap around him and hold on tightly, desperately, as if this was a good enough answer for him.

54 keeping a secret

Nill rounded the corner when she spotted Haine speaking with Bishop in a low voice. The two looked up and Haine pressed a finger to his lips. Nill mimicked him and nodded to tell him that she wouldn't tell anyone, and passed back the way she had come.

55 quote

Haine was able to quote every word from The Matrix He loved that movie for some reason. Badou never let him pick out the movie they watched anymore because it was always that, or Requiem for a Dream, because Haine was one sadistic fucker and thought it was hilarious. Badou, on the other hand, was more of a James Bond kinda guy.

56 sharp

Blood was always a terribly sharp reality. Badou sometimes came home to find splatters dripped onto his floor because Haine had stopped by for long enough to fix himself up, maybe clean up a little, then gone back to the church for another job. But Badou was too used to this sharp reality to care when it became blurred, the edges soft, so he just lit up another cigarette, and sat down on his ratty old couch.

57 fading

Haine wandered through the streets, winding path taking him slowly to the church through the old back alleys.

There were times when he hardly felt real.

58 no color

They were sprawled across each other on Badou's old couch, somehow ending up in one of those rare moments where they needed each other's companionship. Badou brushed his lips across the albino's shoulders, noting that Haine's skin really was close to being translucent He leaned up and traced the veins beneath with careful slowness and attention.

59 censored

Badou hated when things were censored. He really got fucking pissed off. "I can't fuckin' stand TV anymore! You see porn on one channel, and then it's some fuckin' kids show on the other, and then what are the other three? News, Dateline (fuckin' pussy show), and then there's that one old movie channel. The other eight? STATIC!" he ran a hand through his hair, irritable.

Haine just handed him a cigarette to make him shut up.

60 river

Haine growled, watching a river of blood flow from the body beneath him. He turned, stepping over it and reloaded his gun.

A/N: Heyo! Pickles again. XD I'm telling you, typing these up in the middle of my school's library was hilarious. I've been escaping there every morning second period because of the really fuckin' shitty country music that the teacher plays. It's study hall, so yeah. At least there is escape D: