Yay, drabble number three ~ Haha, I'm .. slowly coming out with these. This idea was inspired by a comic I had came across online, and I also had a little daydream during class about it. I fail as a human being, right ? ... Er. That's getting off topic. As usual, these drabbles weren't thought out completely, soo. . It's gonna suck or rock.

Rating: T; warning: major seven year age difference, yo. if you can't stand that, don't read.

Pairing(s): Guy &Sync

AU/Canon: Alternate Universe. Yeah. Again.

Hurr. Sooner or later, I'm going to forget to put a disclaimer that I don't own Tales of the Abyss.

O3.

The green haired youth who was wearing a long-sleeve, navy blue turtle necked sweater along with black jeans was sitting on top of his senior--who was unfortunately laying on the floor, though, he didn't look as if he minded--straddling the other with a leg on either side of him. His hands were placed on the blonde's stomach, and his jade eyes stared down at the man who wore a smile with closed eyes. Sync wasn't the one who was being used as a chair, yet, he still felt uncomfortable. He looked away, eventually blurting out, "Is this even okay?"

The blonde opened his eyes, tilting his head slightly, "What do you mean if it's okay.. ?" His smile--it was so lovely, so loving, and so… full of light. He lifted his arm a little, hand grazing against Sync's semi-flushed cheeks. The boy turned to face him, staring down at him with a faint frown and furrowed eyebrows. "I love you and you lo--"

Guy found himself interrupted.

Sync hissed, "Would you shut up?" He felt his cheeks flush a darker shade, nearly face palming when the other just about said that he loved him. Which, was true--oh so true. With each innocent embrace, chaste kisses, and the occasional daring touches during his breaks from work or after school… he found himself falling. However, Sync could never say it nor would he allow anyone else to say it for him. He sighed, scratching his cheek. "I was talking about…--"

"Our age differences?" The blonde offered, a faint chuckle coming afterward. Sync slowly nodded his head.

"You're twenty-one, I'm fourteen." He faintly snorted, "You could be considered a cradle robber. It's seven years difference!" He had an irritated tone to his voice, sighing in frustration. However, a thought suddenly came to him. Did he really care for what other's thought about them? The fourteen-year-old paused for a moment, mulling over the thought before leaning down closer to the other. His eyes went half lidded. "But… I don't think I truly care; you'd be mine." Sync leaned in closer, making Guy shift a little. "And …" A rare smile had made its way onto his face, "that's all that matters." Guy's blue eyes widened a bit with surprise, finding hidden meaning within those words.

"Sync," He stated, eyes returning to their original shape and lips forming into a dumb grin. "It doesn't matter what other people think of me or us. I lov--" Cut off again.

"Shut up, Guy." Sync rolled his eyes, "Don't get lovey dovey with me; that may work for chicks, but.." The boy had quickly closed the space in between them and catching Guy off guard during the process. However, he hadn't kissed the other like the blonde had been anticipating ( he was being a tease. however, it wasn't all intentional ). He laid his head on Guy's chest instead, nuzzling into it before taking in a deep breath of clean clothes and cologne. "I love you, too." The words bumped into each other, however, the older male caught the message.

Sync lifted his head up only to see another dumb smile--damn it, why did his heart always react to that? Guy sat up, propped up with his arms and continued to wear that stupid stupid smile.

"Agh, do you want me to wipe that idiotic grin off your face?"

"Try it."

So, yeah.

I'm thinking about making this 1OO drabbles. But .. with each ten, I'll go with a different theme. How does that sound ?