Chapter: 013/100
Word Count: 905
Pairings: Nux/Slit
Characters: Nux, Slit
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Fluff, AU - Modern AU
Chapter Summary: 013. "Sorry I'm late."; Slit hated keeping Nux waiting normally, but today was a special day.

AN: Another one, already. Wow. So much fic spam today. xD Hope you guys like it, regardless, I'm having too much fun and making up for not writing much for a while.

Chapter Thirteen: The Late Bird Picks The Carcass

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Glancing between the clock and the line he was stuck in, Slit tapped his foot impatiently, a scowl on his face that made the chatty woman two people behind him tell her phone she'd 'call back later'. It was past time for him to be off work. He was supposed to be home by now, and every second he was stuck in this godforsaken line at the DMV to renew his boss' car tags only inflamed his rage further. The large, tinted glass wall that the door lay in seemed to darken further as a torrent of rain began to pour, lightning the only thing lighting up his face as he growled under his breath, snapping the pencil he held in half. Someone whimpered and he couldn't even take pleasure in it, he was so pissed.

"So, what's the difference between a class A and a class B-" Oh no, that lady was going to be jabbering away at the clerk all fucking day. With a grunt and glare bordering on murderous, he clapped his hand over his face and dragged it down slowly, trying to focus his rage on something else. Focusing on the sketchpad in his hands, he finally sighed and began sketching away-using his broken pencil-as he stood in line. A shark appeared slowly on the page, curling around it, jaws agape as a figure very akin to the woman wasting his time tried desperately to swim away. A small, vindictive smile worked over his lips, only to fall seconds later when the monotone voice of some teenaged kid behind him hit his ears.

"Wow, man, did you draw that?"

A thousand and one answers came to mind, but he knew that if he caused a scene here, he'd be even later to get home to Nux. Gritting his teeth and taking in a few slow, deep breaths, he finally offered a twisted smile that may have leaned a little too close to a sneer, his scarred cheeks only making it look more intimidating.

"No, dumbass, I'm just carrying around a sketchpad full of art by other people. Yes, I fucking drew this. I'm pretty sure you watched me draw it."

"Oh, uh… Well, yeah." Slit felt his eye twitching, and the desire to punch this toasted strudel in the dick only rose to a feverish urge the more he rambled on as though he had anything interesting to say. At least that awfully shrill woman finally got booted out on her ass, and the line moved forward one person. Which left another seven in front of him. Another growl left the disgruntled mechanic as he settled back into his art.

By the time he was able to leave, he was an hour into overtime, and he still had to drive the car back (a half hour trip), and get his ass to the bus stop. Nux was going to think he'd abandoned him or something, with how late he was going to be. Knowing this did nothing to quell his temper, and it helped that he could play some of his friends sickest jams on the stereo system in his boss' car. Yelling along to the music had him in a slightly better mood when dropping it off, even if Joe's impatience left him feeling defeated by the time he was stomping to the bus stop. Of course, he had to catch the last bus of the day, which didn't hit his and Nux's street for a good hour and a half, and he finally rolled into lobby at 7:45. Jogging to the elevator, he pressed the button and chewed his lip, unhappy with the nervous butterflies flapping around in his stomach and stirring up the acid there, burning its way up his esophagus.

Shouldering his bag again as the elevator dinged and the doors opened up to the fourth floor, he stalked to 407, key in the lock, and knob turning before he computed just what was happening. Opening the door, what he saw nearly sunk his heart to the bottom of the ocean.

Nux was asleep on the couch, dinner set out on their dining table and candles burned down to the base helping to set the mood. This was like one of those horrible movies that tried to make you feel bad because the other half was late, and he was, and he knew it, and as he stepped over to the couch, he felt his heart seize up. Those blue eyes fluttered open, the slighter man sleeping much lighter than usual, and he offered a semi-sad smile and those damn puppy dog eyes that he knew Slit couldn't resist.

"Slit, I'm-"

"Sorry I'm late, Nut- Nux. I had a real tough time getting back." It was now that those blue eyes roved over his soaking boyfriend's form, and the good-natured mechanic hopped up and stretched wide before pecking the other's forehead and shuddering.

"Slit, you're frozen," he murmured, hands pushing at the leather jacket he wore, finding his drenched shirt and tugging it up.

"Let me get you all warmed up."

"You aren't mad?"

"At you? Never," he breathed, kisses trailing down Slit's neck and chest, hands quickly working him out of his clothes.

"Happy anniversary, Numb Nuts." He chuckled, a groan heading it off.

"Happy anniversary, Slit. So happy you could make it."

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AN: Well, that went somewhere I didn't expect. xD I'm sorry these are getting short, I'm running out of steam. Hopefully I can get the rest of these done and move on to the next thing. xD;;; If not, I'll probably just hang around and do nothing for the majority of the day. 8D Woo, laziness! But I did get all my chores done, today, which is good. 8D