"Poultry man, you know you know you are my favorite enemy." Hotguy and Poultry man's weapons pressed against each other. 

"And you are mine," he pulled his weapon away. "And yet we still fight. how come?" 

Hotguy bit his lip. "Because... we have to. You cause trouble. I have to stop you." 

"The only reason I cause trouble is so that I can see you." 

"I doubt that, really. You don't give a damn about me." 

"I say we stop fighting." Poultry man leaned against his staff. 

"What if I," Hotguy stepped close a few steps. "Enjoy fighting you?" 

"Hmm. I'll give you two options. You can leave here with a bruise," the chicken man smirked. "Or a hickey. We're all alone. Just you and me. So, what do you say?" 

Hoyguy stopped for a second to process what his rival had said before looking at the other man. He lunged forward and pressed their lips together. They grabbed each other by hair and waist, pulling each other impossibly closer. They devoured the tastes in each other's mouth, tongues getting involved. They finally pulled away after a minute or so. 

"Oh, thank cod." Poultry man laughed at himself. Hotguy smirked. 

"I chose hickey. Go at it." Hotguy gestured to his neck. Poultry man leaned forward and bit on the other man's neck, earning a small moan. Once Poultry man was satisfied with the number of marks on Hotguy's neck, he jumped to the windowsill of an open windowsill. 

"See you soon, my enemy. " Hotguy waved. 

"Goodbye, my rival. See you soon." Poultry man lept off the windowsill and swooped into the distance. 

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