Just like depressed over the lack of yaoi fanfictions (or rather, fanfictions in general) for this anime so here 8D

Edit: Today I'm going through some of my old fanfictions and just fixing basic grammatical errors :D

"I can't believe this! How can you honestly just thank the man and let him leave us here?" Libertá groaned angrily as he sat down on the cold floor.

"Like I said, usually punishment is much worse so shut up and accept the generosity. Not to mention if you don't close your mouth you'll wake Fel." Nova's reply was logical and cool as he turned to look at the complaining blonde. The aforementioned three were stuck in a dungeon of sorts. Iron bars prevented them from getting anywhere, and there was only one bed in the room, currently occupied by a rather sleepy "princess."

"Fine, fine. Jeez you're such an ass." The taller of the two sprawled his limbs about on the ground, trying to cool down a bit, both in body heat and anger.

"That's my line."

"I swear, I'm going to strangle you."

"Mine as well."

"Fuck you."

"Also mine." The first boy growled and sat up just to stick his tongue out at his comrade, then less than gracefully plop back down. "Very sophisticated. You certainly showed me just how stupid I am." The blunette scoffed before also sitting down on the rocky surface of their cell.

"Whatever Chickpea."

"Don't call me that!" the death glares shot to the rambunctious orphan were bluntly ignored. The two continued to fight like an old married couple. Honestly, it was hard to tell which one was actually mature, if either one could be called that.

"Why Chickpea? You're such a Chickpea! Chickpea, Chickpea, Chickpea~!"

"I said don't call me that!" This time Nova rose to his feet and stomped over to the other, growling a bit, unsheathing his prized sword.

"Lower your voice you might wake Princess." Libertá gave his best impression of the other's voice before laughing. Although the fool wasn't chuckling for long, instead he was faced with the tip of his "family member's" signature katana. The blonde put both of his hands up in surrender as his eyes crossed awkwardly in order to stare at the blade.

"I could say the same to you." Blue eyes gleamed down at the taller of the two and he smirked.

"Empty threats for empty minds!"

"Like you're one to talk." Nova re-sheathed his sword before taking his seat once more, but this time, beside his rival.

"Hey I don't give empty threats or promises! When I say I'm going to do something then I do it!" The "fool" huffed, crossing his arms. Really, he was usually so happy, but this guy knew just how to get under his skin.

"Oh really now? Weren't you just spouting empty threats a little while ago?" The smaller male looked towards the other smirked. "Not only did you threaten to strangle me but you also threatened to "fuck" me, am I wrong?" The latter seemed to blush at this comment before jumping up, ready to defend himself. He began flailing his arms around for emphasis.

"W-Well that's just a figure of speech-"

"It's a threat, and you and I both know it."

"Up your ass!"

"And yet another empty threat." The blue-haired boy could feel that he was winning this fight. That is, until he was suddenly pushed onto his back by possibly his only friend, besides Felicitá of course.

"How do you know that one was empty?" The blonde, that was now on top of him, cooed. The pure seductiveness in his voice made Nova go bright red. A hand was at either side of his head, encasing him in the situation, and the taller's legs were between his own.

I must not let him win. The blunette's thoughts rang through his head before he coolly replied.

"Because you don't have the balls." Libertá frowned at this, the reaction to this sentence easily revealing his small charade for what it was.

"You're no fun! I swear to god you do have something shoved up there! I big spiky stick! You are such a bastard!" Green eyes pleaded down to him with boredom and disappointment and his sapphire orbs couldn't help but send the message to his brain to entertain this boy. "I mean seriously, can't you do anything fun? It's always, oh I can't do this I have work, oh I can't do that I have work, oh sorry Libertá but I'm just going to be a huge stupid Chickpea today and-" Suddenly his messy red tie was grabbed at the knot, and he was yanked down, his mouth smashing roughly onto Nova's. Rigid as a statue, the taller made no sign of moving or relaxing any time soon. With this in mind, the male that was laying on the bottom of this conundrum knew he'd have to do something if he wanted the other's suffering and embarrassment to continue. So, in a rather inexperienced fashion, he began trying to crane his neck and move his lips so that they molded more to the other's. He also decided to lay a hand on the back of Libertá's head, digging his fingers through the golden locks and pressing down so that there was even more contact. As someone who practically lived in the harbor for awhile, Nova figured that the orphan could hold his breath for a long time, so this would be a battle of sheer willpower. But that was okay, he liked challenges after all.

Libertá, on the other hand, was completely bemused at the events occurring. Since when had Nova ever had a sense of humor? Or the ability to take a joke this far?! Unless… This isn't really a joke and he's actually gay! But when did that happen?! The hell is going on? He gazed down at the closed pools of water Nova had for eyes, that were watching and judging his reactions, and he couldn't help but to shake slightly. What if he really is gay and in love with me and he wants to rape me?! Then what?!... Wait! Don't let him get into your head! He's simply pulling a prank! Fight back boy! So soon both sets of lips were trapped in the two adolescents' war. It was a good three minutes of nothing but trying to move to fit together better, even though both boys were fairly certain it wasn't possible, occasionally mentally asking why that was. Other than that, they barely moved except for a bit of shuffling and running fingers through hair, courtesy of Nova.

When they did pull apart, the two were panting and blushing madly.

"Thought… You'd be… able to… hold your breath longer." The shorter of the two breathed out.

"Me? You… were the one to… pull away first!" Libertá responded as he sat up, trying to level his air intake.

"How could I when I was on the bottom? It… Makes no sense!" Seems like Nova was having an easier time with returning back to his regular breathing patterns that the other…

"Yeah sure! Keep… Telling yourself that!"

"Listen to you! You can barely breathe!" The blunette scoffed before frowning. "Now get off of me will you?!" he gestured to his legs, where the blonde was currently seated. Libertá looked down and smirked.

"No way! You can just stay there in case I feel like having a rematch!"

"You're just mad because I'm a better kisser." Nova balanced himself on his elbows and managed to get some elevation off of the floor. The green-eyed man growled a bit.

"Chickpea!"

"Idiot."

"Jerk!"

"Ignoramous."

"Huh? What's going on?" The two froze before slowly turning to the source of the noise.

"A-Ah! Princess! How are you?! Did you sleep well?!"

"Y-Yeah Fel! Hope your dreams were pleasant!" Both of the teens smiled nervously, making no sudden movements, with the hope that somehow she wouldn't notice…

"Hmm, well yes actually I had the most wonderful dream where-" Suddenly the red-head blushed a thousand shades. "… What on Earth did you two do while I was asleep?!"

Jesus Christ; it was just a kiss.