"Is it weird that I'm still attracted to you?" Peter asked as the light of streetlamp flashed by.

"How so?" Five replied, eyes on the road.

"Well, we're thirteen again but mentally in our fifties. I don't find other thirteen year olds attractive because that makes me feel like a pedophile", Peter grimaced. "But it still find you attractive. I think that's because you're still you, no matter the body".

"For the record", Five stated as they pulled to a stop outside a sixties style donut shop, the breaks squealing with disuse. The brunette unbuckled his seatbelt and rested an arm on the wheel to stare at the blonde. "I still find you attractive too". Peter rolled his eyes as a fond smile pulled at his lips. If one looked closely, they would be able to see a slight pink light emanating from his blushing cheeks.

"Five you old romantic", he cooed as the brunette got out of the car. Peter following, rounding around the bonnet just in time to meet Five at the door. He grabbed the handle first and held it open. "After you". Five gave him a exasperated look but entered first, Peter right behind him.

Griddy's donut shop was empty at this time of night. The final and orange decorations dull under the bleak white lighting. Five and Peter took seats at the counter, looking like two boys who had snuck out of boarding school in their uniform blazers. Peter dinged the bell and they waited as a tired man in his forties entered and took a seat a few feet away. Peter stared at him as he took off his hat and began a newspaper crossword. He wondered if he could have ever had a normal life, but he dismissed the thought as silly. There was no normal for someone who had spent more time flying than walking and who tended to glow when emotional.

There was a clatter of dishes and a older woman in a bright pink uniform appeared out of a back room. "Sorry, the sink was clogged. What can I get you?"

"Uh, give me a chocolate eclair", the trucker spoke.

"Sure. Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something?"

"The kid wants coffee. Black", Five smiled full of teeth but without any warmth.

"Can I have a latte?" Peter asked more politely than his husband. He flashed her an angelic smile, complete with dimples and all. (Sometimes being a cute blonde kid with curls and big green eyes really helped. He had to thank his mother's genetics). "And a strawberry donut?"

Anges, as it said on her name tag, couldn't help but return his smile. "Cute kid", she cooed, reaching out to pinch Peter's cheek. The trucker looked confused. She bustled off to prepare their orders.

"Adorable", Five muttered mockingly.

Peter scoffed. "Shut up".

Five sighed and leaned closer to him. "I don't remember this place being such a shit hole. I used to come here's a kid. Used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters and eat donut until we puked. Simpler times huh".

"That's a nice memory", Peter commented. He had never really had friends, until Five. The other boy was his first best friend, then his boyfriend and now his husband.

"Here", Agnes passed Five and Peter their coffees and the donut before handing the trucker the eclair.

"Thank you", Peter smiled again as Five grabbed his mug wordlessly.

"Such a polite young man", Agness tittered.

"Here. I'll get theirs", the trucker handed her some money as he stood up.

"Thanks", Five nodded as he took a gulp. Peter already biting into his donut and making happy noises at the sugary taste of artificial fruit. "You must know you're way around the city", Five voiced as the trucker grabbed his hat.

"I should hope so. I have been driving twenty years".

"Good. I need an address". Peter listened as Five and the driver conversed, too busy inhaling his donut and chugging his coffee to pay much attention. He had missed donuts. The man left and Five was just tucking the written address into his pocket when the bell above the door rung again. Peter stuffed the remaining bit of donut into his mouth and hastily began to finish his coffee as footsteps drew close behind them. In the metal bell on the counter, he could see the refections of men in tactical gear with guns surrounding them. He counted about six.

"That was quick", Five sighed.

"Yeah", Peter swallowed his mouthful. "I thought we had more time. This is why we should have ditched our trackers back in the sixties".

"Save the 'I told you so's' for later", Five huffed.

"Okay", the man with his gun to Five's head spoke. "Let's all be professional about this yeah. On your feet and come with us. They want to talk".

"I've got nothing to say", Five took a sip of his coffee.

"Do you think is we start screaming, the police would come?" Peter asked. "I mean, we care cute kids and all that".

"You are enjoying being a child again far too much", Five scoffed. Peter shrugged. Cute kids got away with so much, he might as well utilise it.

"Listen", gun guy interrupted. "It doesn't have to go this way. You think I want to shoot some kids? Go home with that on my conscience?"

"Well I wouldn't worry about that", Five looked up at the man as he grabbed the knife from the table. "You won't be going home".

He and Peter moved at the exact same time. Five blinking away just as Peter smashed his mug into the nearest gunman's face. He heard the wet sticky noise of a knife piercing flesh and another man went down just as Peter soared upwards. He spun in the air, avoiding a hail of gunfire before dropping down and grabbing one of discarded guns from the floor and aiming the nozzle at a man trying to shoot five. The gun jerked in his grip and the man dropped.

"Hey arseholes!" Five called from where he was lounging on a table. The gunfire turned on him and then he was gone again. Peter cursed and swooped under a table as the gun in his hand jammed. Bullets ricocheted off the chair next to him but before the gun could fire at him, the man collapsed with a spray of blood. Five standing there with his blood soaked knife in one hand.

"Thanks darling!" Peter called as he leapt out from the table and tackled another gunman to the floor. His hand pulling the large army knife from the guy's belt and stabbing down before he could react. With a twist of the handle and the crunch of the blade against bone, the man fell still. There was one last patter of gunfire before everything went still. Peter yanked the knife out of the guy's chest as he heard the snap of a neck breaking. He sighed and looked over at Five. The other boy was ruled and lightly blood splattered but fine. Peter grinned as he pulled the belt and it's sheath off the dead dude under him. He looped it around his waist and cleaned the knife off with a napkin before sheathing it.

"You alright?" Five asked, giving him a once over as he joined him at the counter. Peter had a few drops of blood staining his white shirt and his tie was loose but he was unharmed. The blonde rubbed a drop of blood from his cheek.

"Yeah. Who's going first? Me or you?"

"You". Five pulled a clean knife off a corpse and held out his hand. "Gimme".

"Aww. If you wanted to hold my hand then you could just ask. We are married darling". Peter grinned as he set his wrist in Five's hold. The brunette didn't reply, merely yanked him closer and rolled up his sleeve. He dug the tip of the blade into the flesh of the other boy's forearm. Peter hissing at the pain as the tracker was dug out of his skin and discarded on the table. Blood dripping in dark lines down his skin.

"My turn", Five stated as he handed over the knife and pulled back his sleeve. Peter took the handle, the plastic warm from Five's hand, and gently took his husband's wrist. Five's face twitched at the pain as the tracker was dug from his skin. Peter pressed a wad of paper napkins to the bleeding wound as he picked up the trackers. His own wound still dripping blood as he watched the green lights blink.

"Stop bleeding everywhere", Five huffed as he pressed another wad of napkins to Peter's arm. The blonde smiled at him.

"So where are we going?" He asked as they left the destroyed shop and the corpses behind. He dropped the trackers into a puddle as they walked away down the street. Allison's old white trainers decorated with blood drops to match the red stripes. He tugged up his hood and smiled at Five next to him.

"To my sister, Vanya's", Five replied. His hand swung and Peter took it. The blood still dripping down their wrists mingling as it trickled from their joined hands.

unedited

I am here for these two old married men discussing their attraction since they now have the bodies of literal children. Communication is a must.