The keys clattered together as they fell into the small blue china dish. Every time Space heard that sound it brought to him memories, ones that could always bring a chuckle and a smile to his face. It had been a few weeks since Demise had moved into Space's dingy two floor apartment but it had felt like only just a few days. While it wasn't much, certainly not when split between the two of them, Space had been happy to host Demise until he got back on his feet. Times were tough, and Space understood that. He had always been a good natured person, willing to share what he had, and when he had heard that Demise had lost his job he insisted he stay with him. Neither of them had much family to speak of, so Space had always considered his friends as his family.
 
Not wanting to be a slouch while Space was at work Demise did his best to keep the house in shape. He cleaned, sorted, and dusted daily every nook and cranny he could find. And in the spare moments between chores he tirelessly scanned the jobs section of the local newspaper for openings. Apparently an engineering degree in this day and age in Florida right out of college with little to no experience was not freedom, it was a burden. Demise would shudder whenever he heard the word, because that's all he felt he was to Space, a burden. It had been weeks since he had been there, and with no promising opportunities for local employment in the near future he was beginning to worry if Space would kick him out.
 
"Welcome home man!" Demise called from the kitchen, the deep timbre of his voice soothing to Space's ears after a long day of work. Dropping his briefcase on the floor he sluggishly fell into a tattered old armchair. Rocket diagrams and launch statistics still swam before Space's unfocused eyes, and he had to shake his head to be rid of them, his hair freeing itself from it's usual matted style. While work at the nearby NASA center was profitable, by god was it tedious. Sometimes Space would have to redo weeks of dedicated work because a single number had been off by one. So each day usually ended the same, with Space falling into his chair, turning on the tube, and falling into a deep slumber. Now of course Space had to eat, because contrary to most of his friends beliefs he was in fact not a robot capable of working 24/7. Sometime during the night Space would wake up and stumble to the kitchen to find a saran wrapped dish Demise had prepared just for him. This day was different however.
 
Delivering a swift kick to Space's side he burst from his sleep in a fright, crashing into a rich brown mahogany table placed before him. "AGH! What the hell dude?" Space cursed as he gracefully tripped and face-planted into his musky floor rug. "What was that for?" Rubbing his side he could already tell that one of his ribs had been bruised, and the dream he had been loving just moments before would never return to him. "Heh, you slept all night and half the day away, I was just checking to see if you were dead." Demise retorted, his hands on his hips and his tone as cocky as his stance. "So you kicked me for that?" Space asked, still breathless from the experience of a perfect crescent moon kick to the side. "I would kick you for less, now come on faggot." Now to anyone else they might be offended, but Demise always used the term endearingly. In fact it was almost a joke between them at this point.
 
"Come on... For what?" Space muttered under his breath as he meandered after Demise into the kitchen. Demise had better have a good reason for doing that Space thought to himself, which was followed by 'Why the hell do I let him live here again?' and 'Who would win in a fight? Randy Savage, or a T-Rex?' That one gave him pause. Chuckling to himself he rounded the corner and life's greatest questions left him in an instant. While the apartment wasn't furnished extravagantly between the both of them, Space was proud of some of the antiques that had been passed down to him. One of those items being a massive roughly hewn log table. And to his surprise the table was gone... For it was covered with dishes. Every single inch of space on the table had been replaced with a different plate of food. From steaming mounds of Oriental spiced rice, to the most succulent glistening slabs of steak that shined under the single bulb that swung from the ceiling.
 
"Y... Y-you made all this? Where did we get the money for this? Is this for me? Why-what-where-how-" The words tumbled out of his mouth, unbidden and tumultuous in their frenzied pacing. However they were soon quelled by Demise's abashed hand motions, obviously surprised by the reaction from his friend. In fact he had expected Space to not care, or to hate it, and was pleasantly surprised that he hadn't. One at a time he answered Space's questions, trying to recall the fifty or so that he asked in their proper order. "Well yeah, I've been practicing for quite awhile. And even though I'm still looking for a job, I applied for welfare you know... I thought it would help. And uh, well I got the first check and I wanted to surprise... For all you've done for me you know."
 
Space stood in silence for awhile as Demise writhed internally. Did he not like it? Did he hate it? Did he know...? Oh god if he kne- It was at that moment that he noticed Space was tearing up. "Oh shit man I-I'm sorry if you don't like it-" He was cut off as Space choked out a response. "I don't like it, I love it bro." Was all that he managed to stutter out. "R-really?" Demise asked, his hopes soaring. "Yeah, no one's done something like this for a very long time... Thanks man, I mean it." Smiling Demise quietly proffered two plates from their ragged cabinets, the hinges rusted and squeaky. Handing one to Space, they wasted no more time with heartfelt moments and dug in.
 
Some time later, as the sun was now beginning to dip below the edge of the horizon bathing the sky in brilliant hues of red and orange, Space and Demise were lounging in the room that could scarcely be referred to as a living room. Together they rested, letting the feast that they had consumed settle within them. Even though it was only Saturday, a day like any other, to them it felt like a full paid vacation with how little they usually ate. Idly chatting they had spent a few hours like this, just enjoying each others company, ignoring the ageing world around them.
 
As they looked into each others eyes and laughed and shared stories an unspoken bond was formed. There was more than one reason why Demise had cooked that meal for Space, and they both innately knew it. Soon enough the darkness outside the window was heavy and oppressive, and the cold night air leaked through the many holes in the insulation of the house. It was old, and cheaply built, and as such it was a cold place to live in.
 
Within the hour after light's warm fingers left a longing amongst her lovers of the earth, Space was shivering. The only blanket they owned was comfortably wrapped around Demise, who couldn't stand to see Space like this. Breaking the warm flow of conversation that bubbled between them as if they were actually brothers, Demise said "Hey, if you're cold get over here." Nodding his assent Space flopped out of his chair, rolled across the floor, and then lifted himself up beside Demise on their patchy couch. And within moments he had infiltrated the warm cocoon that surrounded him. The mood in the air turned from friendship to awkwardness, as both were too embarrassed to to speak up in fear that it would bring attention to the situation they were now in.
 
Demise forced himself to look anywhere but his left. He felt as if he did his masculine tendencies would force him to defend his honor, and request that Space shove off and give him the blanket. Right? Over the past few weeks Demise had been questioning himself, what he really wanted to out of life. And as he considered things he had realized something. In not one of his relationships had he ever been happy... He'd never even felt loved. Yet when he thought about Space... He was happy. And he felt like there was someone who accepted him and undoubtedly supported him no matter what. Was that... Was that love?
 
While Demise had never specifically declared his sexuality one way or the other he had never even considered that which was taboo from where he was raised. Could he actually do it? Did he actually believe he was... That way? All of these new ideas swirled within Demise, a hurricane of emotional knives cutting away at his nerves. But he was never one to back down, and when he wanted something, he wanted it. He had always been the one to ask people out, to make the first move, and if he could do it then he could do it now.
 
"S-space..." He stared at the wall in front of them, not trusting himself to look at Space in case he lost the shreds of resolve that he had left in him. "D-do you want to go out with m-" He was cut off as Space grasped his chin, turned his head with a soft goading pressure, and was kissed. And like that the maelstrom of his soul settled, becoming a peaceful evening breeze. His heart soared, and his turmoil was replaced with joy and a hundred questions. But he quelled them, this was not the time for words. The intensity behind Space's kiss spoke of a greedy lust that matched his own in force. Tentatively he felt his crotch, and found that indeed they were thinking the same thing.
 
No longer able to contain himself he unbuckled and quickly discarded the thin leather belt around his pelvis, before finally undoing the clasp that kept his pants on. Shuffling them and his underwear down with his right hand, the left one busy groping, he let his girth free into the toasty air of the blanket. He was already at full mast, and it was as hot as his desires. Placing his left hand on Space's chest he exerted a firm pressure, causing them to break their passions. Looks of rejection and confusion flitted across Space's face before Demise nodded downwards, after that they were replaced with understanding, and a fierce blush.
 
Receding below Space spent little time with teasing, instead preferring to cut straight to the chase. It would seem that Space got what he wanted just as similarly as Demise did. However these comparisons of character that Demise ruminated on were cut short as Space latched his mouth over his member, flicking his tongue against his tip. Sharp jabs of pleasure spiked through his nerves as he let out a low groan. It had been a long time since he had done anything even remotely sexual in his life. He was sorely out of practice.
 
Changing tactics of attack Space instead circled Demise's cock with his tongue, coating every inch of flesh with saliva. As he could not even dream of taking the entirety within his mouth he let it flop out of his mouth with a satisfying *pop*. Entranced by the sight of Demise's throbbing mass he switched to lightly rasping his tongue against it, peering up at Demise's contorted face as he did so, gauging his reactions to the areas he gave attention to.
 
Soon Demise's desire to be with Space had intensified to painful levels. Pulling back on Space's hair he begrudgingly disengaged from his activities. "Yeah?" He asked, a dribble of precum on his lip. "I want to fuck you." Demise growled, his tone harsh from lust. "L-lewd" Space murmured in reply as he withdrew a bottle of lube from his pocket, clicking the top open with a thumb. Now it was Demise's turn to be confused. "You carry a bottle of lube?" "Yeah, it makes a great sandwich topping." Demise looked disgusted at that until Space chuckled. "Kidding. Kidding. Work is stressful, sometimes I just need to let off steam you know?" Demise nodded at this, he could understand that.
 
Without further ado Space slathered the length of Demise with the greasy liquid, mixing saliva with the manufactured lubricant. Demise had sat still during the entire process, watching Space with hungry eyes throughout. As he finished, he could wait no longer. Standing he grasped Space in his powerful arms, lifting him to his favorite armchair. Hopefully the stains would come out of the fabric easily, because by the end of this they would be a sweaty heaving mess.
 
Space seemed afraid until he locked gazed with Demise's compassionate eyes, and in that moment he trusted him implicitly. Demise's fingers worked with speed, and soon enough he had discarded all of Space's clothes in a formless pile in the corner of the room. There in the moonlight Space's limber figure lay before him, bare to the world. Space had participated in the entire process with a complacency, but now he urged Demise on with his eyes, spreading his legs for him. "Fuck me." He whispered. And that was all that Demise needed.
 
Within moments Demise grasped Space's thighs, lifting him up to his mid level. Placing the tip of his dick against his entrance, he lowered his head down to kiss Space. Darting his tongue into his mouth he pushed himself forward, entering into him. Their collective moan was drowned out in the midst of their furious makeout. Pressing himself further and further Demise finally reached his base of his cock, surprised that Space managed to encompass him so completely.
 
Space wrapped his legs around Demise edging him on to continue. He was quick to comply. Pulling out midway Demise thrust himself into Space again, making sure that Space loosened up before gaining any speed. After a few more jabs into him he was finally ready, and Demise began the true onslaught. Slamming his thighs against Space's he sped up in time with his fervor. Grabbing Space's own member with his left hand as his right pulled Space to him, he timed the motions of hand with the beat of their passion.
 
Soon enough little beads of sweat glittered on their skin, and their grunts filled the air of the tiny room. Demise was reaching his limit, and so was Space. With a final few plunges into Space he could take no more. Every muscle in his body tensed as his nerves were flooded with euphoria. Releasing into Space he stood there for a few moments or so, regaining his ragged breath. Pulling himself from Space he took a knee, returning the favor by taking Space's own lance within his mouth. As he was already near his limit, it wasn't long before he gave way too. And with one big salty gulp Demise laid down on the floor, his body spent from the intense session. "So I'll take that as a yes." And they laughed.
 
The end.
And then Background killed himself out of shame of what he has written in a sleepy stupor at 3:10 AM pls no judge oh god why.