A drabble I initially wrote as part of Seasick, but decided that it was too far off the other to be in it > <”

Warning :  Shounen-ai, Stahn x Lion

Summary :

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// Bocchan…  Bocchan! //

“What?” Lion Magnus, swordsman prodigy of the century, grunted. His discontentment at being awakened was obvious.

// Rutee and the others are preparing to leave the inn already. // Chaltier, his faithful swordian, said helpfully.

Traces of sleep disappeared from Lion’s head instantly as he registered Chaltier’s words. Sitting up on the cramped bed, and ignoring the foreign arm that was thrown from his waist to his lap, Lion took a good look at the wonderfully bright scenery out of the window, then turned his piercing gaze to the blissfully still asleep blonde beside him.

Damn. Lion swore. That idiot Stahn’s notorious sleeping habit was rubbing off him again.

Rubbing a thumb against his temple, Lion shook Stahn’s bare shoulder with his free hand. “Oi Stahn, wake up.”

“…Lion… mnya.. mnya…*snore*” As expected, Stahn’s dreams were much more resilient than to be awakened by a few weak shakes. Alright, Plan B it is.

Removing the blanket, the only material preventing Stahn from being exposed in his full naked glory, with a sharp tug, Lion booted the snoozing blonde off of the mattress.

“Ow! Liiion~” A petulant whine followed the resounding thud that signified Stahn (in said full naked glory) greeting the floor with a very intimate Good Morning.

“Get up. They’re preparing to leave already.” Lion ordered as he left the cozy nest of blankets on the bed to scoop up his clothes that had been carelessly strewn about the floor the previous night.

“You didn’t have to be so violent in the morning…” Stahn massaged his abused hip, which was sporting a bruise he had received from another encounter with the floorboards of the last inn they had stayed at, but quickly got up to copy his actions.

“Noon.” Lion automatically corrected as he tugged his clothes on. He wrinkled his nose at the ripe smell radiating off of him, but decided against using the shower that the inn provided. No way he was going to let the others wait while he took his time refreshing himself. At least, not after he had embarrassed himself yet again, sleeping in till noon for the third time in that week.

Damn Stahn and his damnable bad habits… Lion grumbled inwardly.

As he finally clasped his pink cloak securely on himself, Lion realized that something, or rather someone, was blocking the sunlight in front of him.

“What… mmmm… ” He began raising his face to meet Stahn’s, but was, as usual, cut off by a pair of warm lips descending on his. It didn’t take long for the originally chaste kiss to evolve into another lip fight for dominance that, strangely enough but not unusual enough, was won by Stahn.

“Good Morning, Lion.” The still-naked blonde flashed him a sunny grin then proceeded to turn around to dress himself in his armour.

Ah hell. Lion thought dazedly, thudding down onto a bed. Damn Stahn and his damnable good habits too.

-Ende-