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Corpse pried his eyes open, his phone buzzing harshly against the wood of his nightstand. He groaned and reached up, grabbing it and squinting at it. It was his alarm for filiming.

He let out a puff, not wanting to get up, but the opportunity to explain himself to Sykunno made him swing his legs off the bed and walk to his closet for a fresh pair of clothes.

About an hour later, Corpse stood numbly in the elevator, Ben babbling away next to him. Corpse had tuned him out the moment he saw him. He stared at the elevator doors, not really seeing them as lyrics to a fresh song floated around in his mind.

The elevator dinged and he walked out, hardly noticing the sad dying out of Ben's talking. He walked to the door and to his car, pulling the door open and getting in. He forced himself to turn it on and focused all his attention on driving, not sparing a thought for his destination or the rest of his day.

Corpse parked outside the studio, his eyes filling with tears that he blinked away and forced down. He took a deep breath, his heart beginning to race as the thought of seeing Sykunno again.

Corpse got out of the car and forced a smile on his face as he walked into the building, nodding at the crew members and fellow cast memebers as he walked in.

His eyes fell on Sykunno standing in a corner. Their eyes met. Corpses heart did a flip and Sykunno looked away sharply.

Corpse almost shattered his smile faltering as his heart palpitated. He swallowed back his emotions, running through his lines in his head as he headed in to meet Kayla for today's scene.

He was half way ready when Sykunno came in and sat stiffly in his own make up chair. Corpse held everything inside as Kayla brushed and applied different powders to his face, finally telling him he was free to go.

Corpse got up, grabbing his space suite and pulling it on, making his way out to the set.

Jax waited for everyone to be done before annoucning that they would be doing another scene between Corpse and Sykunno.

Corpse glanced at Sykunno from the corner of his eye, seeing the man tilt his head. Corpse wondered what his thoughts were. He wanted to hug him and listen to him rant.

Jax yelled for cameras and lights while Corpse and Sykunno got up, walking onto the set. Sykunno didn't look at Corpse and Corpse didn't look at Sykunno while they got in their positions, Corpse kneeling by an open panel with a pocket knife, grabbing a fake cord to cut, Skyunno standing behind him.

"Ready?" Jax yelled, Corpse and Sykunno both shouting yes. "Action!"

Corpse ignored the camera coming up from his left as he pulled the knife against the rubber cord and cut it in half. He sighed, closing the knife and standing turning to face Sykunno. His breath hitched as he met the mans sad eyes and he wanted to apologize. He held his tongue as he leaned over Sykunno, taking in every inch of the mans face as though he would never see it again. "You really shouldn't watch me sabatoge the ship like this." Corpse said, hiding the pain in voice as best he could.

Sykunno blinked a few times, a smile appearing on his face, melting Corpse internally. "You're right, I should be turning you in like the imposter you are."

Corpse tried to ignore how close to home the words hit, stepping a bit closer to Sykunno, allowing a crooked smile to take its place on his face. "You would never do that, because you l-" he grimaced and Sykunno looked away, flushing red.

"Cut!" Jax yelled and the cameras reversed back to their original positions. Corpse stepped back clearing his throat trying his best to ignore the dull ache in his chest. "Julio what was that?"

"I forgot the line, I'm sorry." Corpse lied,  holding back fresh tears.

Jax sighed. "You love this imposter." Jax told him. "One more time from the top!"

Corpse cleared his throat and shook his head, kneeling down by the panel as the previously cut cord was pulled out of place and a new one was slid in to replace it.

He took a deep breath as Jax called action and cut the new cord, standing again and facing Sykunno, smiling at him. "You really shouldn't watch me sabatoge the ship like this."

Sykunno locked his eyes on Corpses, smiling a small smile, "You're right, I should be turning you in like the imposter you are."

Corpse stepped forward, this time pushing down the events of the day before. "You would never do that, because you love this imposter."

The words came out smoothly and dripped with honey. Corpse could have swore Sykunnos breath faltered but the man stayed going strong. "Oh really? What makes you think that?"

Corpses stomach turned nervously as he kicked the panel door shut and grabbed Sykunnos hips with one hand pushing him against the set wall, pinning him with his body, blushing furiously as Sykunno leaned his head back and bit his lip. Corpses heart was pounding as he ran the tip of his nose along Sykunnos neck, holding his hips tightly. "Do you not love me?" He muttered softly, but loud enough for the boom mic above him to catch his words.

Sykunnos breath hitched and his hands made their way to Corpses shoulders as Corpse lifted his head from Sykunnos neck and their eyes met again. "No, I do." Sykunno panted out. "I do love you."

Corpse smirked, allowing himself to be immersed in the scene, forgetting that Sykunno had cut him off completely not 14 hours ago. He ran a hand up to Sykunnos chin, tilting the mans head up and locking his lips in a harsh passionate kiss, Sykunno half heartedly returning it until Jax yelled cut and Corpse had to pull himself back to reality and unpin Sykunno from the wall.

Jax clapped, looking at the two of them in shock. Corpse blushed furiously as the rest of the crewmemebers also started clapping and whistling. "That was perfect." Jax praised. "I could feel the unending passion from Julio and the internal conflict from Sykunno!" He shook his head smiling proudly. "Beautiful." He paused then sighed. "Okay, one more time from the top!"

Corpse groaned internally turning back to open the panel. Sykunno kicked him gently. "Do not kiss me like that again." He hissed softly behind him.

"I'm sorry," Corpse muttered. "I'm just trying to do my job."

There was a scoff and Corpse felt the pain return to his chest. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and text Karl that he would probably need to steal Quackity after filming.