Merc for hire

by Whil-o-whisp

Gradually these meetings had grown more and more frequent as Christophe's jobs did. Ze Mole was growing more and more popular and Gregory was always there to give him the job and give him his pay. Gregory was always there… series of one shots. South park

3. Love

Love

Whil-o-whisp

Starting time: unknown

Ending time: Unknown. (probably a little before I started 'I'm sorry')

Fandom: South park, gregoryxZemole (christophe

Word Count: 161

A/N: don't ask. Felt like writing a fluffy Gregory christophe story so here it is. Its really really short. Hm. Warning: fluffy boys being fluffy and gay. Kissing, smoking, yadda yadda yadda, ya get the picture?

Disclaimer: Ooh, what witty disclaimer will I insert here? How about "I DON'T OWN SOUTH PARK"?

---

SLAM! Gregory nearly chuckled as his companion muttered French and American curses beneath his breath. They could both hear Christophe's frantic mother's sobbing about how she had gone wrong, but neither could damn well care. Especially when the slightly older teenager pressed close to Gregory and kissed him like that. "Where are we going today?" Christophe thought about this for a moment pulling a half smoked cigarette from his pocket and relighting the tip.

Gregory had long since gotten over the young man's oral fixation. From the time he could, Christophe sucked on his thumb, and from seven on, it was a cigarette. Now at seventeen, a ten year habit was hard to beat, but a seventeen year fixation near impossible. Gregory more often than not ignored the lingering smoky smell of Christophe's clothes and hair. More often than not he realized that he loved the French man too much to make him stop. Love could be a bitch like that.