This fanfic begins when Vegas and Pete live together in the Minor Family mansion. Vegas will have to join forces with the Main Family for an important weaponry deal, causing Pete and Arm to work together undercover. This makes a possessive Vegas mad...
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Macau's POV
"We can sleep inside the boat, Macau. It will be better than sleeping outside. It's getting colder."
"Mhmm...okay."
"You can lie down. I'll sit here in the corner."
"But you will be uncomfortable. Do you mind lying next to me? I think there is room for both of us."
"If you also don't mind..." Arm says scratching his head, still in doubt.
Are you crazy? Of course I don't mind! This is called providence.
"Not at all" I smiled at Arm.
"There is a plastic cover that we can use as a blanket." I said excitedly. I sat on the floor first.
"Good idea." Arms smiles at me.
"Come on!" (in English). Arm was visibly embarrassed. This excessive master-bodyguard respect he has for me annoys me a little. "Come on! I don't bite!"
But I can bite you if you want me to, uh?! Haha.
Finally, we lay down on the floor.
It doesn't have much space. We have to sleep on our sides. Great! However... my boldness seems to be slowly fading when I turn to face him...I feel...shy. I lower my gaze.
Arm pulls back the plastic cover to cover us.
Without noticing, I hit my head on the deck floor. How coward I am! I feel paralyzed to say or do anything now that we're so close.
"Are you okay, Macau?"
"Ow! ...uh...I'm fine..."
"Put your head on my forearm."
"But it will be numb."
"No problem...you look uncomfortable. Stay like this until you fall asleep."
Arm puts his forearm under my head. He uses his suit as a pillow to his head.
Our bodies get closer...I can feel his breath. Arm has a broad chest that fills with air, making him even bigger. I glance at his face which is just above mine.
Suddenly he looks at me and our eyes meet. Reflexively, I look down again.
"Macau... Are you feeling good? Your face is red. Do you have sea fever...?"
He places the palm of his hand on my forehead.
"..."
"You're a little hot." Then he puts his hand under my chin to check the temperature again.
