Title: Love and Hate
Fandom: Ronin Warriors
Characters/Pairing: Cye/Kento
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, anything mentioned here by name isn't mine
Warnings: Post-series (all characters are 25+)
Notes: I am busting through writer's block with some OTP h/c.

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Kento didn’t want to wake up, not when being conscious meant being aware of every wound and corruption of his Armor and body after that last fight with one of the few but persistent demons from the Dynasty that still wanted to cause trouble for mortals. Frankly, after a fight that difficult he deserved a nap. He’d tried going back to sleep twice, but there was someone even more terrifying than the demon nearby.

“Don’t pass out. There’s a chance if you do, you’ll die. And if you die, I will kill you so hard,” Cye snarled, still in the process of healing Kento’s body and purifying his soul.

“Sorry—” Kento’s voice died in a cough. It’d be one thing if it was just him. But Cye would be a wreck if he died, and Kento refused to let that happen. He had more than enough worries as it was. He focused on Cye. His partner’s helmet was gone, which meant Kento could see his bloodied bottom lip. The tear stains on his cheeks. The determination in his bewitching blue-green eyes to keep Kento alive, whether he liked it or not.

As time passed, Kento was also aware of the soothing warmth from Cye’s hands, even with his gauntlets on. The wounds didn’t disappear, but the bleeding had stopped. And he couldn’t feel that deathly-cold energy against his skin anymore. He still hurt, but it wasn’t enough to make him want to sleep. Now he just wanted to comfort Cye, who had stopped, but was now pale and swaying.

“Hey.” Kento found the energy to grab Cye’s hand. “You can’t pass out, either. Not until Mia gets here, at least.”

“… Right,” Cye said with effort. He frowned at Kento. “You’re getting too old for this, you know.”

“You’re twenty-six, which makes you a year older than me,” Kento helpfully reminded him.

Cye huffed even as his Armor fell away in a flurry of cherry blossoms. Kento considered doing the same, but decided the boost to his stamina was more important for now. “I really am out of it if you managed to out logic me,” Cye grouched.

“Or maybe the stars just aligned in my favor for once.” As carefully as someone like him could, he brought Cye’s slim hand to his lips, once again thanking whoever made it so this wonderful man would fall in love with a hardhead like him. “Thanks for saving my butt.”

“Only because you saved my butt first,” Cye smiled down on him pacifically.

As beautiful as that smile was, Kento’s eyes stung as regret welled up in him. “I’m sorry, Cye. I should have stopped the demon sooner. I should have won the fight before you had to suit up.”

“Kento.” Cye was so tender as he cradled Kento’s face in his hands that the tears finally fell. Cye brushed away those tears. “The last time I checked, you didn’t have ‘fight a demon’ scheduled on your calendar. You had no idea what was going to happen. Besides, the Ronin Warriors are a team.”

“Yes, but you hate fighting.”

“I do hate fighting.” Cye’s lip was busted, but the kiss was still sweet. “But I love you. And love beats hate every time. Now shut up and rest already.”