Shartos Drabbles and Oneshots

What Are We?

The sound of people cheering and yelling; the smell of hot dogs, popcorn, hamburgers, and barbeque; the hot sun rays and dust in the eyes. It was baseball season again, as if the baseball game taking place in front of them wasn't a big hint anyway. The cold, hard bleachers were beginning to hurt Spartos' butt, and Pisti's swinging feet didn't help any. But he was too focused on the game to really care anyway.

"Look, look!" Pisti squealed, hitting the redhead's arm. "Sharrkan is up to bat!"

Spartos nodded, waving her hand away from him. "I know, I can see him." He said, smiling lightly.

As though he could actually hear them, said player turned and looked them. Or, more specifically, at Spartos. The large grin on his face wasn't hard to miss, even from their spot several feet away. Spartos' heart missed a beat when he saw him wink, and then point the end of his bat at him.

'This one's for you'

He didn't have to say it or even mouth it for his redhead to know what he meant. There were several girls around that practically screamed at that with exclaims of how 'that was so for me' but Spartos knew they were wrong. That was for him, and only him. He knew that. And it brought a smile to his lips.

Sharrkan stepped up to the plate, holding his bat up and smirking confidently. Spartos couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bleacher, watching with focused intent on his 'boyfriend'. The ball came, and fast. He held his breath as he watched the bat swing forward. With a loud 'crack!' the ball was flying the opposite direction now, high over their heads. The people on the bleachers, Spartos included, jumped to their feet as they watched the ball and/or Sharrkan. The ball soared straight over the fence, earning loud cheers from the crowds. Sharrkan was grinning, arms pumping as he ran around the bases. That's three more points for them. Which gave them the winning score.

"He did it!" Pisti exclaimed, hugging Spartos around the waist. "Sharrkan did it! They won!"

Spartos nodded. "I know." He smiled, though he was just as excited. "I know. He did it."

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"Did you see that?" Sharrkan asked as he approached his friends. "That was probably the best hit I've ever had." He grinned confidently.

"That was amazing!" Pisti exclaimed, smile just as wide as his.

"Definitely one of your best." Ja'far agreed, who had been sitting a few bleachers down from them.

"You're the hero."

"No doubt because of my good luck charm." Sharrkan decided, wrapping an arm around Spartos' neck and kissing his temple. "Thanks, babe~"

Spartos flushed and shook his head slightly. "That was all you, Sharrkan. Your skill, and all your practicing. It paid off."

Sharrkan rolled his eyes and kissed his temple again. "Please. Did you not see it, right before that hit? That was for you, and it was the best hit in the game! The winning hit!"

The redhead flushed again, yet smiled and nodded. "Right. Okay, then."

Sharrkan grinned and turned to the rest of their gang. "We're throwing a little celebration tonight. You should all come~"

"Definitely." Sinbad nodded.

"Is it at your house again?" Pisti asked.

"Yeah, like it always is." He nodded. "It's at eight. Don't be late!" He laughed before turning to walk away, dragging Spartos with him. "You're coming with me. I wanna talk to you."

Spartos blinked but followed after his unofficial lover without much qualm. Sharrkan released his hold on him, opting to walk with his arms crossed instead. Spartos didn't seem to mind, and kept his arms at his sides. They were quiet until they reached Sharrkan's truck, climbing in without a word. Once seated though, Sharrkan turned to grin at him. Spartos was sure his face would be stuck with that grin forever.