They aren't enemies. Not anymore. Those past fights, scrapes, arguments are long gone, nothing but a bad memory. A very bad memory. But they're not friends. Friends don't kiss like this, they don't hold each other like this, and friends definitely don't fall into bed with each other time and time again. They do. And Roman hates to admit that there might be something there, something more than just sexual attraction for his former enemy – for Logan.
They never addressed it. Of course not. One of them will sneak into the other's room, hands immediately on each other and mouths connecting. Bodies close. Imitate. And then their clothes go, straight to the floor where they'll be picked up from in the morning. Then they're on the bed, one on top of the other. And it might be slow and semi-soft, kisses and cautious touches. Or it might be rougher and almost painful, sucking plenty of hickies and scratching down the other's back as they fuck like they'll never see each other again.
Of course, they do. And they fall back into the same routine. Barely acknowledging it outside of the bedroom but it's there, lingering, one day it'll be confronted.
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Sanders Sides Drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles about the Sanders Sides. More NSFW than not.
