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This is a two-parter, the next part being the other way around. I also have some fanart I've made to share, so enjoy~ ^^ 

Ruby eyes focused intently on the thick packet of bright white paper, a pen clicking in a male's hand. One would think the Guildmaster would do the paperwork, but no. The other twin dragon was stuck filling out forms while Sting was... somewhere. Most often, including the current day, Sting simply watched Rogue do his work. When asked, Sting responded that something about Rogue's look of concentration was "wildly hot."

Job Request Form

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Before his eyes could scan the next line, a feather light touch ghosted across his cheek. As soon as he turned his head fully to glare at the light dragon, his onyx fringe was pushed back to reveal his rounded nose. Sting's slightly dry lips came to rest on the bridge for a moment before he pulled away, releasing Rogue's fringe once again. The barely shorter male just sighed, honing back into the paperwork. Completely reading the request form, he signed the line (Sting or Rogue's signatures were accepted on official forms due to Sting's habit of laziness), unsurprised when his hair was moved once again. This time, however, Sting exposed both of his eyes, icy blue meeting blood red while those chapped lips made contact with his nose again.

"Sting, cut it out," Rogue growled softly, not truly irritated, but needing to complete the ever-growing stack of paper on Sting's desk.

"But your nose is so cute!" the slacking slayer exclaimed, retaining his hold on Rogue's fringe.

"You do this all the time! I'm trying to do your work!"

Pouting, Sting gently tugged the strands of hair within his grasp. "But Rouge-y, nose kisses are the best," he whined.

"Y-you always say that," the other stuttered, having been naive to think Sting would give up without using the shadow's weakness.

"And such a cute stutter," Sting whispered, gently nipping at the side of his ear.

"S-Sting!" A deep laugh resounded from the smirking male, his cracked lips returning to the bridge of Rogue's nose.

"What was that, love?" he asked teasingly, briefly removing his mouth from his boyfriend's skin to speak before replacing it in the same spot.

"Q-quit it! There's paperwork to do," Rogue mumbled, pouting as Sting continued to pepper small kisses along his nose and forehead. He crossed his arms, but the other drew him into an embrace. Rogue pressed his sensitive nose into Sting's shoulder, breathing in the scent of his mate. Sting chuckled again, tugging at the dark strands and pulling Rogue into a proper smooch.

"What paperwork?"

"I can't remember," Rogue teased back, pulling on a few spiked clumps of Sting's hair as well. Seeing the two pulling hair would make an outsider think the dragon slayers were having a petty fight, but the Sabertooth guild members always smiled at the sight of their twin guildmasters acting themselves and out of love. Though many sighed, knowing no paperwork would be finished that day unless Minerva decided to step in. 

For the next chapter ^