Chapter: 2/100
Word Count: 868
Pairings: Nux/Slit
Characters: Nux, Slit
Warnings: Yaoi, Gay, Slash, Kissing, Wrestling, Inappropriate name-calling, War Boy affection
Chapter Summary: 002. "It reminded me of you."; Nux didn't always have that bird skull decoration on his dashboard. Slit would never admit that it was all his fault.

AN: Soooooo… I cannot seem to stop writing these two idiots. xD I love them too much. I'm having way too much fun with all of this...

Chapter Two: Squawking Your Head Off

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Victory tasted shiny and chrome, almost metallic on his tongue. Of course, that could also be the fact that he'd had a staple ripped out and his mouth was filled with blood, but he was chalking it up in the winning column. Slit threw up his arms and rolled them, leaning back until he nearly fell out of the Coupe, whooping and hollering and still so very revved up that it was likely he wouldn't find sleep tonight. It wasn't until they were pulling into their usual spot that he noticed something was off; Nux wasn't anywhere near as excited as he was, he didn't even really smile. There was something about the distressed, distant look on his driver's face that made even the high of battle lust singing through his veins seem hollow. Beating on the roof for a moment, he leaned forward and awaited the opening of the sunroof.

"Yeah?" Turning those brilliant blue eyes to look at the flushed man behind him, Nux offered a forced smile, trying to look easy and hyped, but it only looked like he was trying to reassure a lizard that he wasn't about to pounce on it and swallow it whole.

"Are you hurt?" He questioned, head tipping to the side, "Because you don't look revved at all."

"...Damn buzzards took out my little Nessa." Holding up the shattered remains of his old dashboard companion, something he'd been given by a mentor when he first started driving, he looked more pitiful than Slit had ever seen him. Of course, the lancer had simply rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Not like she's that important. She's just a dog, Nux." A dog whose head bobbed in excitement when the coupe flew over the sand, who had always been there when Slit was gone. Even if he knew it was stupid, maybe even soft, he couldn't help but mourn her loss, going so far as to hide her remains in a small box he'd managed to get to himself, and putting it under his bunk.

Driving with the younger man had become almost impossible as he moped about, distracted by his empty dashboard, and after a week of this, Slit couldn't possibly handle it anymore.

Everyone knew that Nux slept like the dead, but nobody knew it better than his partner, considering he often had to share a bed with him. It wasn't so much that they couldn't bare to be apart (Slit would violently back this up), so much as Nux had a hard time breathing if he didn't get properly propped up, and nobody else was as qualified to drive him about. Yes, that was it. Of course, nobody knew that the one thing that seemed to wake him up every single time just so happened to be his loving Lancer moving, even just slightly. Which, really, was putting a wrench in Slit's plans to crawl over the other's body and work on his new idea.

"Mnn… Slit…" The whimpering War Boy tried to cling to the larger man, but he was only shoved back down with a vicious kiss.

"I'll be back, numb nuts. I have to piss." That was a good enough excuse that put Nux back to sleep, it seemed, so Slit was able to leave for as long as it took to get his surprise ready.

It wasn't until the next morning that he finally returned, slotting his hips in perfectly with the younger man's and thoroughly shocking him awake with a box suddenly dropped onto his chest. Fear and fury lit his eyes as he shot up, the present suddenly held between their strong bodies as he watched the other for a moment, coming back into his body pretty quickly.

"Slit…?"

"Open it." He growled, eyes narrowing, "Just. Open. It. Nux."

"Longest piss I ever heard of." The driver muttered under his breath, leaning back and getting comfortable before lifting the beat-up cardboard lid and peering inside. Pulling out a small bird's skull, jaw dropped in what appeared to be a permanent grin, that rest on a spring sealed to a slightly raised disk, he turned those eyes up at Slit. "What's this?"

"It reminded me of you." Softness was not quite Slit's forte, but when his voice dropped so that only Nux could hear him, it stole his breath. Licking his lips a little, he leaned in and kissed the other's lips, slow and gentle for a second before he seemed to catch up with himself. Quickly turning that kiss rough enough to leave them both tasting blood and not certain whose it was, he pushed back with a growl on his lips, "You both have been squawking all week and I couldn't stand it anymore."

Pushing hard at the other, knocking him from his hips, Nux gave a frown and rolled his eyes, "Yeah, thanks." Way to ruin the mood, too. Getting up and heading to find his breakfast, he left a rather shined up Slit on their bunk, staring after him.

Despite this, however, on their next ride out into the desert, the little birdie had a beautiful spot on Nux's dash; Slit could hardly hide his joy.

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AN: Just a little bit of cuteness. I cannot stop this. It will not stop. xD I hope you guys enjoy!