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"Signor Mario, are you ready for the movie?" Scaramouche adjusted his mask in the mirror, seeing his lover behind him and grinning. "You look resplendent."
"Babe, I look like how I normally do, I haven't jazzed up for this." Mario kisses Scaramouche's head, beret intact and moustache bushy as always.
"You're always amazing to me, my jazzy little deliciae." The masked fellow smirked at the touch. They had plans to go see Conclave, and Scaramouche was excited, especially for what they could do in the dark of the matinee screening.
"Well, before you get all mellis on me, we need to go get snacks." Mario walked around him and headed towards where they kept their jackets. "And you need to be extra careful, Scaramouche, because some people will have you-"
"Killed?"
"Yes, now let's go. I'll protect you, don't worry." Mario grabbed the keys to his motorcycle and jingled them at his boyfriend before they set off.
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"Please tell me I wasn't the only one who saw that-"
"Scaramouche, you weren't. That gang came out of fucking nowhere." Mario breathed heavily. They were calming down in an alleyway - a van had nearly ran them off the road. Scaramouche pulled out his gun and began to quickly clean and prepare it.
"I thought you weren't gonna bring that!" Mario went wide-eyed at the sight of the silver barrel. "If my dad realises you took me out, with a gun on you, no less-"
"The Doctor, he will never know. And you're not the one I plan to take out, although you can see this up close later if you want…"
"Don't get my hopes up when we could be killed, babe!" Mario playfully nudged him before kissing the hand that was polishing the gun.
Suddenly, they heard a "BANG!" and the two of them turned to see the gang of three facing them. Scaramouche cocked his gun. "So, you wanna dance?"
Mario took the knife from out of his belt (his boyfriend going wide-eyed for a different reason) before winking. "Come get us, you cowards."
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"Is this tight enough?" The soldier wrapped the bandage around his lover's wrist. Despite their best intentions (and a lot of smart decisions concerning the gun, none of which involving carnal pleasure for obvious reasons), Mario had gotten his hand slashed before the gang left with his knife. Luckily, they had managed to get them to piss off before they broke the motorcycle.
"I did say I could deal with the wound myself." He tries to take the bandage into his own hands, but Scaramouche gently pushes his hands away.
"No, it's okay, let me do this for you Signor." He tears off some medical tape to secure the bandage in place, before kissing him on the cheek. "It's a pity we never got to the movie theatre in time, those snakes had us caught up."
"I got snacks though, babe. You say that as if we didn't stop at the corner shop beforehand." Mario leaned against his shoulder, Tangfastic in his non-injured hand.
"It's okay, love. I have my snack here already." Scaramouche grabbed onto Mario's chin before kissing him soundly, knocking the sweet out the way. It was gonna be a long (and carefully executed) night.