Chains of Love (BoyxBoy)

Work...

Okay i really like this one eve

What? I like writing upset/helpless Justin and nice Giriko sometimes...

~G~

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Justin stormed out if the bathroom and into his and Giriko's bedroom. The chainsaw was lying in bed, completely naked but Justin was too flustered to notice.

"Wake up!" He yelled and threw a pillow onto Giriko's stomach.

"What the fuck priest?!?" He stormed as he sat up and threw the pillow, missing Justin miserably.

"What is this?" Justin growled, pointing to his neck. Giriko shrugged.

"A hickey. Now let me sleep." Giriko fell back down on the bed and pulled a pillow over his head.

"Giriko!" Justin pulled in the pillow, his whiny voice making him sound like a child. "I have work!"

"And you have a robe!" His muffled voice came from under the pillow.

"It doesn't cover all of it!" Giriko sighed and sat up.

"Come here." He pulled Justin's face close to him and examined the hickey on part of his neck and under his jaw. "It's not even that bad." But that was a lie.

"I don't care. Fix it!" Giriko shrugged.

"I can't. You'll have to wait it out." Justin let out a noise that was part scream and part growl of

Frustration before going back to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Giriko frowned and after a moment pulled in his boxers and followed the priest. He sort of felt bad but couldn't blame himself. He was hardly thinking last night if at all.

"Justin?" The priest gasped and turned around. "Are you okay?" Justin nodded quickly but Giriko spun him around and saw tear stains down his cheeks. Giriko frowned.

"Why are you crying?" Justin sniffed and wiped his eyes.

"Someone's going to see. What if they find out about you? What if they take you away from me?" Giriko sighed and pulled Justin close to him.

"I'll fix it okay? Just give me a few minutes." Justin nodded and Giriko changed and left. Justin sat down on their bed and pulled his shirt on and rubbed his sensitive neck.

Giriko came back a few minutes layer, out if breath and flustered but with a small bottle in his hand.

"Come on." Justin followed faithfully and Giriko grabbed Justin, lifting him up onto the counter. "Let me see you bug baby." Justin turned his head so Giriko could see the mark and the chainsaw squirted a bit if flesh colored goo onto his finger.

"W...what is that?"

"Makeup."

"I'm not wearing makeup!" Justin said, covering the mark.

"Relax, it will blend in with your skin and cover that sucker up. You want that right? I've done it before."

"Really?"

"Yup. Now let me see." Giriko gently dabbed the mark with the makeup until it was almost invisible. "All done." He helped Justin off the counter and Justin examined it before hugging the older man.

"Thank you!" Giriko laughed and quickly embraced him.

"You're going to be late." Justin threw on his robe and shoes and dashed out of the house, earbuds already in place. Giriko smiled as he watched his priest run out of the building and down the street, laughing at the way his robes flapped behind him.

Giriko flopped onto the bed and tried to recall giving Justin such a bad hickey... Especially sense it was his first. He shrugged and rolled over, hugging Justin's pillow. He must have gotten carried away. Giriko fell back asleep to the sweet smell of his guillotine.