Beautiful Disaster [Stingue]

Only in the Agony of Parting Do We Look Into the Depths of Love

Sting and Rogue spent the rest of the evening at the park that day. There was a sweet shop nearby so they bought some ice-cream and cake and had a little picnic under a really nice, big, shady tree. Afterwards, they took short walks, exploring the lustrous elements of nature around them. During this one point, Rogue got freaked out by a devilish-looking rabbit and Sting got really pissed off so he threw a bunch of branches at the poor creature as it ran for its life. The blonde then claimed that he was Rogue's hero and picked him up despite the shadow mage's grievances.

After ending their evening by watching the sunset together, the dragon slayers began to head back to the parking lot. The two of them walked side by side, their shoulders brushing against each other's every so often.

"Did you have fun, Rogue?" Sting asked with a grin. "Sorry it wasn't fancy and all...but I had a really good time."

"I don't think I've ever felt this happy before," Rogue said in response. He returned Sting's smile in an adorable fashion. Sting loved that smile so much. Since Rogue rarely ever smiled, it melted Sting's heart whenever he did smile.

"Remember yesterday at Minerva's party where I got dared to give you a piggyback ride?" Sting inquired, asking this question in a childish manner. Rogue nodded slightly, confused at why he suddenly brought it up. Sting squealed a Yes! in his head as he bent down and extended his arms out backwards. "Hop on!"

Rogue blinked a few times and then opened his mouth to protest but Sting just grabbed him and lifted him into his back. They nearly fell over from the sudden upward jolt but Sting managed to keep them balanced. Rogue was stunned from the sudden action. "S-Sting!"

"Sorry, Sting isn't here right now. Try again later. I hope you enjoy the ride," Sting referred himself in the third person.

Rogue rolled his eyes and pouted as he held onto Sting tightly. "You always overdo it." In a way, Rogue also felt that it was his responsibility to take care of Sting and keep him out of trouble. Right now was one of those times.

Sting carried Rogue all the way back to where he had parked his motorcycle. It was right by a gas station, and Sting immediately got an idea. "Yo, Rogue! Do you wanna go to the gas station?"

"Sure, but what for?" Rogue asked as he raised an eyebrow. He could practically sense that something was going to go wrong.

"Oh, you'll see," Sting chuckled as he ran towards the gas station entrance. Rogue had to hold on extra tight so he wouldn't fly off the energetic blonde's back.

The two of them entered through the sliding glass doors as they were greeted by a cool breeze. The entire gas station was completely desolate of people; the only ones there were the two of them and a guy at the counter. He was fast asleep, clearly exhausted from his long day of work. Sting's smirk widened as he slowly set Rogue down. 

"I think this is the perfect opportunity for us to have some fun," Sting implied in a suggestive manner as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"STING!" Rogue shrieked as his face turned red. 

Sting slowly bent down and put a finger to his lips. "Shhh, we don't wanna wake up that guy over there."

Rogue let out a low playful growl as he tackled Sting to the ground. "WHY. ARE. YOU. DOING. THIS." 

"I'm sorry, did I set off perverted thoughts in your mind?" Sting asked, still keeping the smirk on his face. Rogue could tell his cheeks were starting to turn a little pink.

"S-Shut up!"

"Make me." 

"Sting, I swear-"