mcyt oneshots | smut/fluff/angst

kissing your boyfriend in a public place but it's for personal gain

requested by boboee__
techno x schlatt

The minute that the two boys had confessed- whispering small 'I love you's to one another in the dark of night- it was a mutual decision that they'd both keep it on the down-low. Both of them didn't find the need to make it such a big deal like some couples did, so when it came to their first "official" date, the same rules applied. Nothing too romantic, nothing too big, just both of them taking in each other's company.

Which is why Schlatt was crouched behind a wall, laser-gun to his chest as he panted. Cheesy as it was, Techno offered the idea of lasertag, and it didn't seem so bad. But the wheezing brunet underestimated the other's agility, because he was behind three points already and the game had barely begun. Techno was quick, and he didn't even have time to process anything before the buzzing of his chest piece notified him he had been shot.

Schlatt cradled the gun, peeking above the small wall and sweeping his eyes across the corner of the arena he was in. He could hear the patter of footsteps above him, and he looked up at the bridge-like structure that hung over his head. Being the only two in the arena, it was easily recognizable as Techno, and Schlatt dropped back down behind the comfort of the wall.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Techno taunted, and Schlatt's face twisted. Even though that line was used in fucking Hide-And-Seek, it still made him somewhat uneasy. His boyfriend took this game way too seriously, to the point where he was genuinely scared to be in here with him. But Techno didn't know about one thing headed his way, and it might be the only shot at the brunet winning.

With this in mind, Schlatt took a deep breath, holding up his gun in a ready position. Techno's footsteps had slowed, signaling he was probably looking around the arena himself.

"Come and face me then, bastard," Schlatt barked, earning a laugh from the other.

"I'll be down to kick your ass in a few, baby." That fucking bitch. Of course he was snarky about it.

Schlatt rolled his eyes, standing and jogging in tandem with his boyfriend's footsteps. He caught sight of the boy's head as he began to descend the stairs, his own gun pressed against his chest. They both paused, breathing heavily as they stared into each other's eyes. But the minute Techno raised his gun, Schlatt swiveled on his heel, bolting in the opposite direction.

"Fuck!" was strangled out from behind him, an obviously annoyed Techno quickly following suit. But Schlatt was faster this time, darting towards the other end of the area. The room was small, two darkly-colored floors covered in fog and flashing neon lights, so it wasn't much ground to cover before he came skidding to stop.

He was cornered. Shit.

Breathing heavily, Schlatt raised his gun, quickly turning around and stopping Techno dead in his tracks. "This is the end of the line."

Techno just laughed, raising his own gun equal height to his boyfriend's. "You're acting like this is a movie."

"You want it like a movie?" The brunet cracked a smile, rolling his eyes as his weapon dropped a little. Sensing the slight feeling of defeat, Techno dropped his guard a bit, smile widening as well.

Using this to his advantage, Schlatt stepped forward, shouldering Techno into a nearby blockade. The shorter's eyes widened, but before he could shoot, Schlatt was pressing his lips against the other's hastily.

Techno froze, his hand instinctively moving to push him off before relaxing a bit. He smiled, melting into the kiss as long as the American held it, his hand reaching up from his boyfriend's arm to lay atop his shoulder.

Schlatt broke away, giggling as he rested their foreheads together. "Hey."

Techno's face twisted, narrowing his eyes. "Y'know, I'm sure they have camer-"

Bzzt!

Schlatt cackled, standing backwards as Techno's chest piece flashed red. He lowered his gun, watching as Techno stared back at him, gaping.

"Whore!" The pink haired boy spat, raising his own gun only to realize it was on cool-down from getting shot.

"Rule number one," the brunet teased, raising his brows. "Don't trust everyone you love." He winked, turning to run up to the next level before the other's gun reloaded. He could hear a loud groan, and he stifled another laugh.

"I hate you!" Techno yelled, trying to catch up. Schlatt heard the gun fire, though he was already up the stairs and making his way across to the other side of the arena.

"Love you too, babe!"

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