Secret Santa Fic - Speaking Clear Words

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After lots of deciding, I thought I'd stop my lurking and post my first whose line fic. ^^

I was pretty nervous about this, and I just hope that I did justice to the author I wrote this for, as they are pretty outstanding in my opinion. :) Happy new year!

Disclaimer - I do not own anyone who features in the story, all of the following events are fiction and made up by my own head.

Warnings - Mild smut (nothing graphic), swearing.

Written for - Improvfan88

Request- Something Ryan/Colin. Something like coming out live on Whose Line etc. Smut would be good :D Preferably no wives or kids.

Authors Notes - Its all mostly above, so in this fic I'm going to pretend Ryan and Colin are lone bachelors with the exception of being in an relationship with each other. ;) Enough ramblings, on with the fic!


One man stood alone, staring at his reflection almost fearfully. In all honesty, he should not be afraid at all, as being a comedian you should be confident and sure about yourself. But of course, the Canadian was unlike many other funny men. Nerves and uncertainty mulled around him naturally in his blood.

But for Colin, these nerves had jumped up a notch this taping. He found his mouth feeling rough and dry, his posture trembling like a little lost toddler, and his hands almost dripping with so much perspiration. Of course, very few things could make his nerves sky rocket like this. Colin was pretty certain that there would be no interrogative interviews, and he wasn't in danger of losing his job as far as he knew, which left one other solution.

Ryan hadn't done anything to abuse Colin, the Canadian knew that he'd never even dream of it. But his partner was acting rather off, and only with Colin and not everyone else. For example when Colin had arrived at the studio, he'd been fully intending to receive either a bear hug, a fierce kiss or even a ass grab. But none of those things happened. Instead, when Colin had come near, he'd given him a twitch of a smile before fleeting away in the opposite direction without even a word. Colin hadn't seen him since.

Now, all kinds of scenarios jumped through his head; What if Ryan was having second thoughts? What if he had grown tired of their relationship? What if he'd found someone else?

Five knocks on the door startled him from his thoughts. He attempting the calm himself down before he managed a meek response; "Come in."

Wayne's grinning face beamed through the door, as he tumbled into the dressing room without a thought. "You ready to kick some booty?", the tension suddenly weaved passed his rays of excitement, and his expression and tone became serious, "Colin, you okay?".

He still hadn't turned from the mirror, even when Wayne came to stand next to him putting a gentle hand on the crook of his arm. "Yeah Wayne I'm okay, just... you know, nerves and stuff."

"Yeah of course, it'll be fine though. You always do great, no matter what. C'mere-" He wrapped his toned arms around him in reassurance, and Colin hugged softly back, touched by his friend's understanding. Wayne never pushed matters, if Colin didn't want to fully talk then he understood, but he'd still try to help and he never failed to make Colin feel that little bit better.

Wayne kept a gentle hand in the small of Colin's back as he led him out into the hallway. The nerves still fluttered around like trapped moths, and he attempted to put on a brave face, (Not succeeding of course, Colin was like an open book when it came to emotions). As the two men came nearer to the wings, the orders and banter of crew members dwindled down till the only sounds they could hear was the whispered and hushed words exchanging gently, and the absent chatter of the audience.

As they rounded the corner, Colin spotted the three other performers with dread. Brad Sherwood, Cheshire-catlike grin firmly in place as he bantered with hassled crew members. Drew Carey, face unusually straight and serious as he listened intently to the other man in front of him. Of course, that man would be Ryan Stiles. He talked low and steady, face set with determination and eyes burning and bright.

Colin attempted a swallow to reduce the tightening in his throat, and instantly fisted the material on his shirt. He didn't like this one bit, Ryan and Drew talking in secretive voices without it being humorous? It must be something big.

Drew clapped Ryan on the arm, and spoke a clear wish of luck to the tall comedian, before walking away to consult a nearby technician about his microphone. Ryan also turned away, his back facing Colin as he studied the suddenly extremely interesting wall. Now it was clear that Ryan was shutting Colin out, as he cannot have not noticed his lover being present in the room, he always knew if Colin was there and vice versa. It was just something that they shared and accepted.

Colin was so desperate in watching the faceless Ryan, that he was startled when he saw that Wayne had somehow magically teleported over to Brad's side and was chatting and chuckling away with him like two school boys. He tore his gaze unwillingly from his partner, and shuffled his feet towards the other two funny men.

Painting his famous shy small smile across his lips, he listened rather than speaking to Brad and Wayne. The taller man was joking about how uptight and huffy the crew were these days, and how he'd managed to piss off six of them in the space of five minutes. Wayne played along, jumping in with playful comments like Brad being a bully and a big meany, and Colin just tried to focus on the banter rather than the worry he felt in the pit of his stomach.

When Dan came from nowhere and clicked his fingers to get themselves onstage, the Canadian made himself a deal that he would not let this hinder his performance, even if it ached him to do so. As the five actors walked onstage the crowd went crazy as usual, and that helped Colin, if only slightly.

Taking his seat he pretended to idly fiddle with his microphone, keeping himself under control and feigning relaxation. If the audience saw something was off, this taping would go on for hours. All Colin wanted now was it to be done swift and quick so he could clear things up whilst being able to freak out and deal with it his way.

"You look good." The deep bass rumble came from his left, and made Colin physically jump as he moved his eyes to the voice. Ryan eyed Colin hungrily and openly without a care in the world, and Colin felt his heart jump to his throat. Instinctively he looked down at himself, not really seeing on how he looked good in a simple sapphire blue long sleeved button down shirt and grey slacks, but didn't protest.

Instead, he raised his eyes slightly to compare himself to Ryan. Ryan, who in a lavender shirt, brown slacks and classic jazzy tie and shoes seemed so much more handsome in his clothes. Ryan, whose golden skin seemed so glossy unlike the pasty pale alabaster that his lover wore. Ryan, whose curly hair was full and thick, and Colin didn't even bother to finish that sentence.

Day after day it seemed to baffle Colin as to what Ryan saw in him, and he felt the question burning on his tongue stronger than ever. But instead he breathed out a soft answer of; "So do you".

Then, Colin remembered just why he'd been startled by the sudden compliment. Why was Ryan talking and leering over him all of a sudden? First the silent treatment, and then when their onstage he's openly checking Colin out? They kept their relationship private to the audience, laughing off touches and kisses like jokes.

But they both knew the real truth, as did the other performers. But nobody breathed a word into the public. Ryan had made it very clear that the consequences would be high if they did.

So why in gods name was he doing this? He must have been staring at Colin for a good few minutes now, and surely people were noticing. Finally, Colin became anxious.

"Ryan, what are you doing?" His voice came out as a mumble, low enough for no mikes to pick up the sound.

The tall comedian blinked, and merely gave a cheeky smirk. Not at all taking his eyes away from the man before him. He then spoke in a clear voice, loud enough for the other performers and maybe some of the audience (if they were rather rudely eavesdropping) to hear. "What, I can't sit and check you out? You are mine after all."

Confusion just built up now, and Colin wasn't sure how to take this. Nothing Ryan was doing made sense, and surely his lover would be the first one to flip if people were catching on.

Wouldn't he?

Suddenly the opening theme was ringing in Colin’s eardrums, and Drew was introducing them one by one. He hadn't even heard the director or camera men signal the opening. When the camera turned on him, he just gave a little smile, not feeling his creative mind springing up at this particular moment in time. He felt disappointment and a slight burn leave him as Ryan tore his eyes away to play up the cameras for his introduction, but Colin had a feeling that Ryan was up to something.

What it was, he had no idea.

When Drew had suddenly announced that the first game was Lets make a date was only when Colin realized he needed to pull himself together. He was drifting like the wind, unaware of anything else but his thoughts. So he jumped up with false enthusiasm as he bounded towards the stool, keeping his eyes firmly on the paper card which read his suggestion;

'Neurotic cowboy in the last standoff with his rivals'. That cracked a smile for Colin, even if the produces had their heads up their asses, they sure could give creative quirks. He glanced slightly to his right to see Ryan looking smug as ever, with Drew teasing him for his quirk. Quickly he adverted his gaze as the game started.

Brad flaunted into his girly, Vegas showgirl voice. Flicking his hair and rubbing his 'boobs' suggestively at bachelor number one. Wayne went straight into his quirk, miming something to do with George Bush and sports, Colin didn't pay too much attention.

"Bachelor number two... If you were to sit in with me and attempt to seduce me, what kinds of seducing words would you say to the hot stuff that is me?" Colin mimed standing up and darting his eyes around nervously, as he stalked towards the centre of the stage, murmuring words hysterically to himself loud enough for the mic to pick up.

"It's just a weapons, yep that's all, a few bullets which can tear through me and stain all my expensive leather!" He looked at Wayne's dopey face and screamed, pretending to shoot him. Wayne looked dozily at the bullet and shrugged, causing the audience to roar. Colin carried on to be hysteric, as Brad moved along the line.

"Bachelor number three, say the words I've always wanted to hear!"

Ryan was sitting low, looking slightly menacing with a slouchy smirk across is face, with his eyes dark. "I would say, that know I'm the boss around here." He turned his head to the right to look at Drew, before he eyed him up and down, and aimed his words at the presenter. "You may have your money, but you don't have my power." He flicked out his tongue and the crowed went crazy, as Brad quickly moved back to bachelor number one.

The audience got a buzz from Wayne's impression, and in the short space that he'd been fulfilling his character Colin decided to step his quirk up some more. "Bachelor number two, same question?" He hadn't heard it, so he based his quirk around that.

"Question? What question? Question that we'll all die in this madness, lose our horses and turn into women?!" He ran around in a circle screaming, pretending to throw shots left right and centre. He knew it wasn't his best quirk, but at least he still got laughs. He stopped running to cower by his seat, holding his gun and looking manic. Brad asked Ryan a question, but the tall comedian just seemed to ignore it.

"Well look who we have hear, thinks he's all Mr big-boy with his guns?" Ryan had stood to his full height and walked towards Colin till he loomed over him darkly. His eyes had turned murky, and his posture was almost threatening towards the Canadian. Colin gave a scream to keep in line with his quirk, as he brought his 'gun' forward, which the other performer then knocked out of his hand.

Weapon less now Colin then attempted to run, but before he could even turn Ryan had gripped his wrists painfully tight, and practically forced Colin backwards till he was half leaning, half sitting on his stool. With Colin fighting with all his strength against the taller man, but his struggles being no match, reminded him of how strong Ryan actually was. He only ever saw it rarely, and it was hardly ever he saw it on stage. In fact, he'd never seen him use his strength like this before except when it was foreplay.

Now that Colin was literally trapped in the iron grip, Ryan straddled his legs painfully tight around him. He brought bound wrists forward slightly so he could pin them with just one hand, whilst his other hand reached up and grabbed the jaw of his lovers face so hard that it felt like his hand marks would make imprints there. He positioned their faces so close their noses touched, as cloudy coffee met startling jade.

"Now you listen to me." He growled it, and the audience was going crazy. "You never try to take control, ever." The feeling of helplessness had never been stronger for Colin, as he couldn't move even an inch of his body in the lock of the restraints around him. But one thing was for sure, he absolutely loved it. "You. Are. Mine." The growls came out loud, low and fierce, and to prove his point his roughly grinded against his damsel.

It was then that Drew stopped the game with his buzzer, half out his chair with laughter. The audience was so loud it was deafening, Brad was chuckling, Wayne was giggling and this just felt all surreal to Colin. The weight on top of him broke out into the smile that could made ice glaciers melt, and gave a round of silent laugher as well. He pulled his legs and hands away (Which equalled a very disappointed Canadian) till he was stood up to his full height again, before slipping an arm around his friends shoulders and helping him into a proper sitting position, before he turned around and sat into his seat content.

When Drew had finally calmed down, and the audience had joined with him, he went to wrap up the game. "Wow, that’s something you don't see every day." He broke out into his famous laugh, and other guys cracked smiles as well. "So Brad, want to hazard some guesses?"

"Well I think that Wayne is George W Bush-"

Wayne gave a cough of "Asshole" as the audience cheered with him.

"Wayne is Asshole, taking part in the Olympics?"

Drew announced him band on right, as the audience cheered. "Colin is a, err, delusional cowboy of some sort?"

"Yeah close enough, Neurotic cowboy in the last standoff with his rivals, good job." Yet again, the crowd showed their appreciation.

"And Ryan is not safe for TV?"

Drew gave a smug grin, as he pulled out the card in an overdramatic fashion, and spoke loudly. "Well it says here; 'Possessive male showing all his boyfriends that he is the dominant one' so pretty much." He pressed the buzzer several times again as the performers put their stools to the side of the stage, as they returned to their seats Colin felt a hand between his shoulder blades.

"You liked that huh?" A pair of twinkling eyes greeted him, and Colin yet again barely mumbled a one word answer of 'yes' as they sat down.

Drew looked at Ryan, grinning from ear to ear. "All the points go to Ryan and Colin for that one there, that was great."

"Oh it was so good because we've done it before you see." Colin instinctively jumped in with a joking hush towards Ryan, as the audience laughed. But the thing was, no ounce of a lie or a joke was on his face, and Colin knew why.

Drew played along, laughing away. "Top that huh?"

There was a flash of lighting in Ryan's eyes as he spoke bravely; "Oh don't worry, I will." Much more appreciation followed that, and Colin felt a surge of giddiness, excitement and love spread through him at once. Now he was forgetting about Ryan’s previous ignorance. If his other half wanted him now, he was not going to shut him out.

Duet was announced next, and as one lucky audience member was about to be picked, Ryan laid a hand on Colin’s thigh.

"You doing good?" Ryan’s eyes held a way out, an opportunity to just go through this taping as they usually would. But this was no usual taping, Colin knew it now, and he was being given a chance to back out.

He didn't accept of course. "Yeah, I'm real good." His smile was genuine, and in the space of just over ten minutes he'd gone from not even being able to look at Ryan to making puppy-dog faces at him. Once the band of ladies burst into a song of 70's rock and Brad and Wayne were head-banging did they realise they'd just been staring at each other and had completely missed the introduction of the game. They watched the other two performers as they sung to some woman named Judy, but Ryan kept his hand gently on Colin's thigh, occasionally rubbing or caressing it.

Once the game finished only then did the hand slowly drift back to its owners body, but the two of them kept catching each others eye and it lit up their faces each time they did. Some weird looks were coming their way now, and some adoring looks from the female fans were coming their way as well, but both performers were too caught up in each other to even notice.

The directors called a break, and Ryan stood up and gave a sly wink to Colin. "Be right back." He disappeared offstage with Drew, as they were leaving Colin noticed they were talking in the serious low voices again. Deciding he needed a break too, the Canadian went backstage to the restrooms.

He went straight to the mirror and checked himself out. His cheeks had a slight glow to them, he wasn't shaking or sweating anymore, his eyes were twinkling and he had a slight dopey smile on his face. Complete polar opposite of what he was before the show started, and both moods were down to his love. Sometimes he told himself Ryan wasn't good for health, what with his constant emotional changes. Colin then widened his smile, as he thought of how feminine that seemed.

"You getting the warmth back in you now if you know what I mean?" Brad's gleaming grin appeared besides Colin's reflection, and that forced him to duck his head slightly in embarrassment. So maybe the others had noticed he'd previously had a hard-on, he thought it wasn't obvious with loose trousers on, but obviously he wasn't being too discreet about it.

"Maybe." Brad gave him a pointed look and smirk, but said nothing in return. "At least I'm not moping around anymore."

"Oh I can tell." He winked again, always the person with the endless puns. "But it sure does fire the crowd up when something sexual happens, especially if its their favourite couple." Another duck of the head from the Canadian, "And I have a feeling that maybe its not over?" He left the question hanging in the air, before strolling out of the bathroom.

Even if Brad was milking it now, Colin knew after all on some level he was right. Ryan was being extremely forward tonight, he always did look for excuses, but he never used things that were kept for when they were in private, until now of course. To some extent, he didn't actually mind. He was just worried about what people may think or say, but if Ryan didn't care, then he sure as hell didn't either.

With one final huff of air he jogged back onto stage, noticing they were almost ready to start again. Ryan was back in his chair, and actually looked Colin up and down as he came to sit down. Nope, it looked like his partner didn't give a cows crap of what people thought. The cameras rolled, Drew welcomed the viewers at home back to the show. Plugging some joke about ‘Friends’ and ‘Survivor‘, and the crowd ate it up. Colin was impressed, this audience was high in energy and spirits today, perhaps Brad was right about them getting it from watching the two lovers escapades in games.

The next game called was Scenes from a hat, and as they all stood up Ryan put a hand on Colin’s lower back as he led him out to the stage. As Drew yet again explained the game, Ryan bent down towards the other mans ear.

"I want you so much." The murmur was hot and breathy in Colin’s ear, causing a ripple to shimmer down his spine.

"You can have me, always." He spoke the words barely audible, staring at the carpet next to Ryan’s shoes rather than the man himself. Knuckles under his chin tilted his head up, and he could only stare at him for a few seconds, before he gave a smile a turned to Drew. The look he was being given then was so watchful and intent, as if he were the only thing in the world that mattered to Ryan. He couldn't let himself drown in the gaze for too long, or he really would just take him right there and then.

Suggestions were called out, and the performers delivered as normal. Colin attempted to concentrate on being funny rather than on Ryan, and succeeding up to about halfway in the game. Drew pulled out a piece of paper, and boomed out in his tuneful voice; "Things you should not do when you first meet your idol."

Ryan pulled Colin out with him, and positioned him so they were face to face. The taller man mimed looking ecstatic and fan-girlish as he fanned himself. "Oh my god! It's so nice to finally meet you Mister Mochrie! Just let me see something-" And with that he wrapped a hand around Colin’s concealed cock, and gave it a slight squeeze.

It took nearly all of Colin’s power not to react to him, he couldn’t stop the hitch in his breath or the pounding in his heart, but he froze himself to the spot, not trusting what he’d do otherwise.

Ryan got a little embarrassed as he let out a nervous laugh at the chortles the other actors and the audience were giving. He let go after about ten seconds and they walked back to their places.

As the smaller man caught eye contact with Brad giving him that 'Remember what I said?' look, he couldn't help but give a little grin. The game continued for a few more suggestions, and finally it was buzzed out. As they walked back to their seats Ryan gave Colin a proper hug, and whispered low to him.

"Sorry, am I taking this too far?"

"No, absolutely not." Ryan looked glad with his success as they took their seats, and Colin caught eye contact with a frowning Dan Patterson. They were on to something, but they hadn't said anything yet, so things must be alright. There was no time for composure as the next game called was Sound effects, and as Colin was walking up, a long, artistic yet powerful hand intertwined their fingers and squeezed his hand, not bothering to hide it. Colin squeezed back, and they let go as Drew picked the audience members.

They shook hands with the two middle-aged women that came up as customary, and listened intently to Drew's instructions. "The scene is; Ryan is a professional rafter, teaching his beautiful long-term girlfriend Colin-" the presenter gave a snicker as Colin rolled his eyes, "how to raft across the wild waters. Take it away when you're ready."

Miming as if they were treading out in water, with 'splash' effects from the women which caused smirks to both the men’s faces, Ryan began the scene off. "As you can see darling the waters are extremely noisy down these parts."

"Yeah, I bet if we jump they'll make even louder sounds." Colin began to mime stomping the ground, but the noises barely changed, "Or maybe not you know, just one of them things-"

"Let me try." Ryan mimed stomping, and still there was no change. "I guess not." The women now had the giggles, and the two men carried on the scene. "So here it is," he gestured to the air in the centre of the stage, "our raft which will take us on many very loud and expressive sounds." This caused more laughter, as the two men mimed climbing into the 'raft'. Creaking noises emitted, or attempts at them however.

"Dear what have you put cats in here for?" Colin mimed pulling out kitties, as the women followed with chorus' of 'meow!'. "You said to me that never bring animals with us in case we lose them!"

"I am sorry, right anyway, remember how I taught you, paddle backwards and forwards and stay upright. Make sure we can hear the paddle in the water, or your not doing it right." Colin nodded as the women geared themselves up; "And here we go!" Sounds of whooshing emitted, as they mimed paddling together. The audience gave applause for the women, as they seemed to be mastering the game a little more.

"Hey we're getting it!" Pretending to flick long locks of hair, the older comedian flaunted his paddling. A horrified expression crossed the other mans face;

"Wait, a pile of rocks, we're gunna crash!" A massive 'Boom!' echoed through the studio, as both performers jerked backwards like rag dolls. Ryan inspected something near his feet warily. "We have a hole now, its too late," He looked at Colin with sadness, "This might be the end."

"Oh no!" Putting fists in front of his face, Colin shuddered to the fake cries coming from the microphones. Warms hands pulled his hands away from his face gently as Ryan pressed up against him.

"No don't cry please, its okay." He looked into the smaller mans eyes, with sincerity that certainly wasn't false. "Please, I love you so much. Just, let me, one last time..." With that, he leaned down and joined their lips together.

It was a real kiss, nothing staged or acted out, but real. Simply a gentle press at first, before without knowing how, their lips had completely opened and tongues were intertwining with one another. The screams of the audience, the laughter of the guys, the false kissing sounds coming from the women, none of it mattered. It was just them, if only for fifteen seconds, it was just them.

The buzzer stopped them from their scene, as they broke apart and grinned at one another dazed. Untangling themselves, they thanked the women quickly and took to their seats. Now Dan Patterson called the taping to a halt, and a scowl imprinted itself on Ryan’s perfect features.

"Guys, could you do it again but more clean this time?" The pompous accent drove a swirl of nausea in Colin’s stomach, and a murderous glare that would have sent anyone running (apart from the brain-dead producer) from Ryan.

"No, that was absolutely fine and you know it. There's been far worse before, and the audience members did a good job."

A smarmy look of almost distaste answered him. "But don't you think that you and Colin have been over-doing it a little today?"

There was an actual snarling noise from Ryan at this point as he lowered his head. "What the fuck does that mean?"

The slimy look got even more unhappy, if possible. "It means that it looks suspicious, like something really is going on."

Ryan didn't change his expression, but you could practically feel the protectiveness and defence coming off him in tidal waves so strong they could knock down countries who tried to defy them. "And if something is going on?" Gasps, cheers and stunned silence clashed between the people, as Dan Patterson stood there stunned. "What the fuck are you going to do about it? Fire us just cause we love each other? I'd like to see how that would go down." Colin kept his head ducked, tracing patterns on his leg, not quite sure if he could really contribute anything.

"Love each other, seriously?" The sarcasm in Dan's voice insulted Colin, nobody should ever say that.

"I love him." His voice was quieter and not vicious like the other two men, but his eyes were determined as he looked the asshole straight in the eye; "He's my life, my world, and everything more and I know he feels the same." This started up many women to melt in the truthful words as they saw how genuine this was. Colin put his eyes back down to his lap, tracing circles yet again.

"Lets see 'Friends' beat that for shocking twists." The audience couldn't help but laugh as Brad lifted the mood again, grinning softly. The tension seemed to ease off, and Dan waved a hand to carry on with the show. Just like that, it carried on. The next game was Irish Drinking Song, and as they got up to sing Ryan smiled and Colin, a huge weight that had suddenly soon been lifted.

The game was nothing relevant to the previous tension, a simple yet humorous song about bodyguards. The audience was still as enthusiastic as ever, if not more. By the end of the song all spirits were high and everyone was smiling and laughing. The break was called, and quickly Ryan motioned Colin to follow him backstage. Once in private, the older man spoke first.

"You were planning this weren't you?" A mischievous smile was tugging across his lips. All the forwardness, it was a the big build-up to let it all out right?"

"You caught me." He slid his hands inside the belt of his lovers. "I'd been asking Drew about it before, and he just said I should go for it. Fuck what other people think, its about me and you, not them."

Putting on his melting pools of puppy-dog eyes and a slightly lost-look, Colin made his voice sound small and helpless and placed his palms flat on Ryan's chest. "But why were you avoiding me before the taping then?"

Resting their foreheads together, he lowered his voice to match the quiet volume. "I didn't talk to you before the show because I wanted you to need me, I wanted to feel that spark of when we're together for the first time since we've been apart you know? I'm sorry if I upset you."

"Its okay, I do understand, and it was worth it." He sculpted their bodies as close as human contact could get. "But I think I'll need you more than ever tonight now, and you know what that means."

Letting out a playful growl, he stood up more to his height. "Don't forget who the dominant one is here." In answer, his lover licked his neck quickly, giving an innocent smile after he'd done so. Soon, their lips were locked even firmer than before. Hands tugging at each others hair, feeling all over each others bodies, under their clothes and digging nails into one another.

Colin broke the session to be sensible. "Even if we have to do deal with crap from the producers or fans or whatever, we'll stick by each other right?"

"Always." Lips connected again. "The others will stick by us to, Drew gave me their word." Hot breath mingled together, with the scents of each performer. "But coming out with you on Whose Line is the best thing I've ever done, and I'll go through every god damn interview in the planet to prove that I mean that."

"Exactly the same." The passion flared again, as their bodies intertwined as one, like a piece of artwork. The ying and yang which connected, the sun and moon which completed, the absolute two things that were just utterly right together.

Breaking off yet again breathless; "We still have the final game and credits to do."

One possessive and fierce gruff voice answered him. "Fuck it." Just like that, the passion resumed. The production team could wait, because the two of them had been waiting for this for too long.

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