It had started out innocent. With teasing and laughs, but it had grown into so much more. It became sweet whispers and hushed voices in the night. Small touches that couldn't be recognized by anyone but them. Quiet times alone together and bite marks on throats.
He hadn't known when it had happened, but it was one night in the dark of their room when it was said.
"Hey, Gary?" Ghost whispered, running his fingers lightly through thick messy brown hair.
"Hm? Something wrong Simon?" His eyes flicked up as if disrupted. He must have been counting the scars along his body again.
"Will you be mine?"
Roach scowled slightly. "Why would you ask something like that?"
He avoided his gaze. "Ah, never mind... forget I said anything..." What a stupid thing to say.