Spirit Animal Ficlets

Thick or Thin

Conor was the first to point out Shane's problem. It started simply over a pair of pants.
Shane was tugging at the button, trying to get his pants on for the day. Conor was watching the whole fiasco go down.
Shane had gotten a little chubby as Conor had seen. Maybe it was the whole merging thing? Some of the redcloaks had suffer a slight weight change. Conor chuckled "Babe, do you need help?" he asked.
Shane looked at Conor "Yes," he replied.
Conor helped pull the button to its hole "Suck in your chub," he said.
Shane made a noise "My what?" he asked.
Conor poked the soft bit of fat. It wasn't much but it was enough as Shane's pants proved by bluntly not buttoning "This, suck it in and maybe your ass will fit," he replied in a teasing tone.
From the look on Shane's face, Conor knew he struck a cord. The redcloak pushed Conor's hands away "I don't need help anymore," he said.
Conor stood as Shane went back to struggling "You can't be serious, Shane I didn't mean it was bad!" he said.
Shane hissed as he got the button closer "Go! I can handle getting my fat ass in these pants on my own," he said angrily.
Conor bit back a smart comment. Fine, see how he does without anymore helping him at all. The greencloak quickly left.
The idea bothered Shane. He couldn't be getting fat, it wasn't possible with his work. He was always moving, always training, always doing something. So how did this allow a small bit of fat to linger on his body? Conor had talked about it as if it was nothing but it wasn't that simple.
Shane stared at it. The little squish on his body. He blushed red and tugged his shirt to cover it. He had work to do anyway.

When Conor came back from his misson, he noticed Shane gotten thinner. The first idea was he must have been working out. Shane probably had become stressed and when he got stressed, he started working out. Conor knew that, especially when he saw the way Shane's muscles rippled under his skin like tiny waves.
That turned out to be wrong later that evening. They kissed, slow and sweet like it was natural. Conor slid his fingers up Shane's shirt, wanting to touch his body. Instead he felt velvety fabric. Shane pulled back quickly when Conor pushed the shirt up.
The greencloak snorted a laugh "You cannot be serious," he said.
Shane flushed red as he tugged the shirt down "I don't know what you mean," he replied.
Conor giggled "Yes you do, you're wearing a corset," he teased.
Shane turned a dark shade "Its not, its a... a... I'm wearing a corest," he muttered in defeat.
Conor pushed Shane shirt up "Can I see it?" he asked. Shane pulled his shirt up and took it off. The corest was read with black lace at the top. Conor smiled devilishly "What's the special occasion?" he asked.
Shane looked shameful "There isn't any," he replied.
Conor blinked "What? Why?"
Shane sighed "I thought it could help with the issue."
Conor leaned forward and cradled Shane's face in his hands. They kissed. It seemed to swell inside of them, like a tidal wave. They kissed until they ran out of breath. Conor threaded his fingers in Shane's and sighed "I love Crocy, thick or thin."