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Mercenary x Lucky Guy- Shotgunning

Don't ask me why I know what shotgunning is. (Blame Ace)

I was inspired.

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"WE'RE ON A LOSE STREAK!"

"THE HUNTERS ARE DESTROYING US!"

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIEEE!"

"WE'RE GONNA LOSE THE GAME!"

The survivors were panicking, looking at the activity paper where all of their matches are documented.

Lose

Lose

Win

Lose

Lose

Lose

Lose

Lose

Lose

Lose

It was their 9th lose already. And it's only been a week.

Lucky stares at all his colleagues in sadness. He has never seen Martha so burned up.

Lucky sighs, saddened. He looks at the others lowly, besides, the only matched he played was the match that won, him being the best deduction.

He drops his head onto his folded arms infront of him, watching the others run around in panic. It was a distressed, noisy room, but you can faintly hear the hunters on the other side of the manor cackling and giggling with joy.

Lucky decided to just look around the vicinity, hoping to see someone calm enough to talk to. In the corner of Lucky's eyes, he sees a familiar clad of green sitting on the steps, seemingly puffing a smoke outside the manor.

It was a chilly night, yet Naib seems to be immune to the cold. He let his mind wander, taking a long drag of his cancer candy. He sighed out, the smoke escaping his dry, chapped lips.

Lucky watch the man, the other's annoying sounds drowned out and almost inaudible. He didn't notice that he was already moving his spot; his destination? Naib's side. Perhaps he was unknowingly determined to satisfy his curiousity.

He quietly sat down, still staring at the man. Of course, this caught the mercenary's attention. He turned to meet the smaller's gaze. "Uhh..  hey?"

Lucky wakes up from his faze, fixing his posture and looking away as he feels the blush on his face form. "S-Sorry! I-I was just curious!" He squeaks, fiddling with his thumbs.Naib raises an eyebrow, taking another drag and blowing it off. "Ok... I guess..." he replies, leaning back on the steps and continue destroying his lungs.

Lucky shyly watches him, his mind filled up with questions.

"Where did you get that?" He bluntly asks, making Naib turn and look at him. "Found it in a chest," he answered, blowing smoke out of his mouth and watching it disappear.

"Does the host and the others know?"

The taller chuckled, tapping the stick to remove the ashes, "That I smoke?" He puffs out, "Hell no. Kinda surprised they don't see me."

Lucky nods, looking away to see the others who were still panicking inside. He guessed they were too busy panicking. He turns back to look at the grass in front of him.

It was silent, Naib didn't give a heck about it and continued his thing, while Lucky still has a question bugging his head.

"What does it feel like?" he blurts out.

Naib stops himself, "What?"

Lucky turns and points at the stick. "What does... smoking feel like?" He stutters out.

Naib went silent, staring at the cigar. He shrugs and motions the stick to Lucky, signalling him to try it. Lucky's eyes widen, "R-Really?"

B-but that would mean... indirect kissing! Worse, it's with Naib! Wait—no— Lucky be rational! You're gonna destroy your lungs!

Yup, homeboi likes di—

"Eh," Naib shrugs. Lucky sighs and takes the cigar, putting it in his lips and inhaling the toxicity.

What's the harm for only trying it once?

He thinks, holding the smoke in his mouth.

Hey.. it's not that ba—

"Agh! Blehh!" The glasses wearer suddenly turned into a fit of coughs. Naib quickly starts patting his back, aiding the guy. "Hey, hey, it's ok... Jeez, didn't know you have weak lungs," He jokes, grabbing the stick and putting it in his mouth.

Lucky gasps for air, leaning back embarrassed. "...."

"Not a smoker, huh? You shouldn't force it if—"

"I wanna try again," Lucky cuts in.

Naib grunts, removing the cigar and biting his chapped lips. "I don't think your lungs would appreciate that..."

"B-but—"

"No buts Lucky, it's for your own good," Naib sternly says, crossing his legs as he continues smoking.

Lucky sighs, slouching with sadness.

They went quiet for a few seconds, guilt thick on Naib's atmosphere as he looks at the other's sad face.

He sighs, "Fine. But let's try something much easier," he says, making Lucky look up with his eyes sparkling, "Really?"

Naib rolls his eyes, turning his body towards Lucky, "Turn this way," He commands, which the smaller obeys.

Naib leans forward and signals the other to move forwards as well. Lucky blushes, doing what he was told.

Naib's hand then raised up, grabbing the others chin and gripping him gently, yet tight. "Open your mouth," he mumbles, taking a drag of cigar.

Lucky opened his mouth, nervous. He gulped as he tries looking at Naib's eyes, which were looking at his mouth.

Their lips were so close, he can literally feel the others breath on his lips. "This is called... shotgunning," the other whispers.

Naib then sighs into the others mouth, letting out the smoke from his and transferring it into Lucky's.

Lucky coughs, but it was weaker than the last time. He unconsciously moved away because of the smoke, making Naib grab his neck and pull him closer. "Stay... still," he growls softly.

From a fangirl's point of view, they look like they're kissing. From a normal person's view, they also look like they're kissing. But plot twist; they're not.

They continued doing this, until the cigar was gone.

Both of them were sweating, even with the chill of the night. Also, Lucky was about to explode.

Gosh... o-our lips were so close together....

He blushed, looking away.

Naib clears his throat, dusting off cigar ashes off of him, "Well that was a new experience," he chuckles.

Lucky hums, nodding as his reply.

They were quiet, the thick smell of smoke was still there.

"Hey." Lucky quickly looked at Naib, who was smiling at him.

The mercenary raised a box of cigar, shaking it around. "Wanna do it again?"

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Yes, I can tolerate these types of one-shots, but nothing more.

This wasn't requested. I'm just feeding my own satisfaction for this ship.