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      “Hurry, we don’t have much time.” Andrew lets himself be tugged forward towards their destination by his overexcited boyfriend. The cans of spray paint are clinking in the backpack as Andrew and Riko hurry down the street, looking for one specific car. The neighborhood they enter is one of the sorts you want to avoid if you don’t look for trouble. But the owner of the car is here for business, which probably isn’t fully legal. Andrew doesn’t care though, because they’re here for a job. And there, they’ve found it – the black Mazda Cosmo. The car looks out of place on the obscure street, too expensive in comparison to the ones people living in the area have. Miraculously, nobody’s in sight when Riko and Andrew go to the car, so they don’t have to worry about potential witnesses for now. Well, even if there were some bystanders, they probably wouldn’t care much about the situation anyway. Who would be stupid enough to leave a car like that in a shady neighborhood without anyone guarding it? Kengo, apparently. The man’s so full on himself that it’ll come back to bite him soon enough. They don’t want to raise the alarm immediately, so they start with the paint. Riko sprays the right side of the car, not painting anything in particular. Art isn’t their goal after all. Andrew allows himself a few moments of looking at his boyfriend joyously spreading the paint before he starts his own work. The sidewalk beside the car looks too bare in his opinion, so he decides to change that. Soon, a big ‘I LOVE RIKO’ adorns it. Is it cheesy? Maybe, but Andrew doesn’t care.       When Riko turns and sees the words, he only comments, “Dork” with this small smile of his that Andrew adores.       Seeing that they probably don’t have much time left, Andrew takes out his knife for the main event. He puts the blade to the car’s roof and starts carving. From the corner of his eye he sees that Riko is doing the same, but he can’t really see what he’s writing. Letter by letter he carefully forms words that soon align in the message: ‘Your son is a faggot.’ A chuckle escapes Andrew when he sees it finished. Riko’s reaction isn’t as contained – Riko’s laugh echoes around them, and Andrew is captivated by him. Now Eros himself could appear and Andrew simply wouldn’t care. He lights a cigarette, hoping it’ll calm his racing heart.       Riko is lying on the car, his ridiculous pink T-shirt rolled up, showing his belly. Andrew tries not to stare too much at the patch of exposed skin, but isn’t successful. Then he remembers that there’s still some paint left and, grinning, he aims the spray at Riko’s belly. His boyfriend practically shrieks and begs him for mercy, but Andrew doesn’t relent immediately, making Riko squirm for a while longer. After a moment, he finally relents and puts aside the spray can, reveling in the quiet giggles he hears.       “You’re a menace,” Riko says, wiping away his tears. His face is practically glowing, his features finally not twisted by any internal struggle. It’s a good look on him, Andrew thinks, and one he rarely gets to see.       During their time in juvie it was practically non-existent. Sure, Riko smiled sometimes then, though it wasn’t a truly careless expression. There was always some buried weight underneath, like was the case with all of the people in the juvie. Andrew and Riko bonded quite fast, exchanging stories about their shitty childhood and even worse families. Their friendship didn’t end with coming back to the normal world again, however. In fact, it grew when they rented a place together, finding it cheaper to live with a roommate. And they didn’t want to admit then that they needed some company, so that they wouldn’t go crazy from loneliness. From then, their bond only grew stronger, evolving into something even stronger and more permanent.       A smile pulls Andrew’s attention towards his boyfriend’s lips and his gaze stays on the snake bite piercing that Riko got a few months back. One evening he just came in through the door, with a swollen lip, and he was oozing with giddiness. Andrew got really concerned back then because he thought his boyfriend (well, roommate then) had been beaten by some thugs, but no – turns out the idiot had made a spontaneous visit to a piercing studio.       But Andrew has to admit that the piercing looks really good on Riko. Every time it shifts Andrew’s attention to look at Riko’s lips, and sometimes it’s maddening, especially when a situation demands Andrew to focus. And now he has the same problem, but fortunately, they have some time to indulge, so Andrew surges forward and presses his lips against Riko’s.       The kiss is messy, the adrenaline pumping through their veins making them quite bold. Andrew’s hands go to Riko’s head, keeping him in place with a strong grip. Riko moans at the feeling and parts his lips to allow Andrew more access, which the blond man gladly takes. They get lost in the moment, ignoring the world around them and just focusing on each other.       It’s Riko who pulls away first. “Let’s get home,” he says, still panting after their impromptu make out session.       Andrew isn’t any better, but still tries to hide how much he’s affected. He nods at the suggestion, which prompts both of them to get up and start walking towards their home.       Before they can safely retreat though, someone shouts behind them, full of rage. They don’t have to guess who it is, so they bolt, trying to get as far from Kengo as possible. Riko’s laughing all the way to their home and Andrew can’t contain his smile, the excitement coursing through him. They’ve really done it, showing their middle finger towards Kengo, who’s in a competition for the worst father ever, apparently. Normally, Andrew would be sad about trashing such a nice car, but in this case he didn’t even hesitate when Riko came up with the idea. And now he doesn’t regret it. He only hopes they get home soon because he has some plans for celebration in mind.