21 Chapter 7: Truth
And allow me to present to you the final installment in my DwF fanfiction~! :)
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Castor's lip trembled slightly, and his reddish brown hair fell over his eyes, shielding them as he gazed at the small, unmoving body before him. "Lab…" he breathed faintly. Keeping his eyes glued to the ground, he directed his attention toward Frau. "Hey, Frau? Would you mind taking care of that kid?" he added, his voice cracking a bit.
Frau watched Castor carefully for a moment and then nodded, walking away stiffly.
Castor's gaze remained pinned on Labrador, searching for the faint up and down movement that signified life. He could see none, and he simply repeated his name, "Labrador…"
Then Castor's face went emotionless, and he cupped his hands around his mouth. "Oh, Lab! Hurry! Frau's about to set fire to your garden!" he called in a monotone.
Labrador's eyes flew open, and he quickly jumped to his feet. "Frau, you bastard!" he screamed as he took off at a dead sprint. Sadly, running in a ball gown is not an easy task, he soon discovered, and he promptly fell flat on his face. Castor fought back a laugh, ran over to him, and picked him up, all the way off the ground.
Labrador's eyelids fluttered, and he opened them again slowly. "Cas…tor…?" he asked dizzily. The redheaded bishop nodded with a relieved smile. Labrador looked around, and his gaze came to rest on Castor's smooth, bare chest. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out.
Castor's face gained a reddish tint when he realized that Labrador was staring at him, but he said nothing.
"Um…Castor?" Labrador muttered, his eyes traveling up to meet the other man's.
"Hm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
Castor blinked and nodded quickly. "But of course," he said hurriedly.
"Aren't your arms getting tired?"
Castor's energy deflated like a balloon. "Not really," he replied, disappointed and slightly annoyed.
"Oh." Labrador looked down, blushing. "Then can I ask you something else?"
"Sure," Castor sighed, defeated.
"Why did you ask me to the ball?"
"Shouldn't that be obvious?" Castor asked, confused.
Labrador shook his head. "I mean, there were plenty of other choices," he began quietly. "After all, I bet you could get anyone to go with you. You're smart, funny, handsome, amazing, perfect—" He clapped his hands over his mouth as he realized what he was saying.
Castor smirked. "Who cares?" he said dismissively. "Labrador, there is only one person in the whole world that I want."
Labrador looked up, hope and doubt mixed in his face.
"And that person is you," he finished. With that, Castor kissed Labrador.
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Labrador's heart raced at the unfamiliar sensation. His legs felt like jelly, and had he been standing, he would have likely fainted. Everything felt so natural and so right, erasing all of his previous fears and worries. The way Castor's lips folded over his own, the gentle brushing of tongues, the taste…Labrador wrapped his arms around the other bishop's body as the kiss deepened. He could almost hear the fireworks and…screaming?
Labrador pulled away, still held up in Castor's arms, and opened his eyes to see fireworks lighting up the sky, most likely an after-party celebration.
Also, nuns.
Many, many, starry-eyed nuns, all of which were staring at Castor and Labrador with elated, fangirl expressions.
"No…" Labrador automatically hid his face against Castor's chest in embarrassment.
"I'd like to say it couldn't get any worse," Castor muttered, "but it just did."
Frau pushed his way through the crowd of girls with a very satisfied smirk. Teito trailed him more slowly, but the boy smiled and winked at Labrador as soon as their eyes met.
"Seems like you two are enjoying yourselves," Frau announced, lifting an eyebrow. "Especially you, Lab."
Labrador realized that he was still being held. "Put me down!" he said.
Castor promptly dropped him.
Frau started cracking up while Teito helped Labrador up. The latter glared indignantly at Castor, who leaned down and murmured, "Meet me in my room later", before striding away.
"You seem happy," Teito observed.
"So do you," Labrador replied with a smile.
"He should be," Frau cut in, swinging an arm over the boy's shoulders. "I've honored him by letting him officially become my bitch."
Teito blushed and tried feebly to push the stronger man away. "I definitely am not," he retorted. "The only reason I agreed to go with you was because you threatened me!"
"Oh yes, you are! And you love it! Such a cute little bitch too." Frau grinned evilly, and Teito's eyes narrowed.
"Hell. No." He ducked under Frau's arm and walked away, thoroughly ending the conversation.
Labrador stole the opportunity to make his escape, slipping silently into the shadows.
Frau, left alone, examined the group of whispering women around him. "Hello~, ladies,