The Cuckoo comes in April 11 (slashy version)

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They didn't exchanged a word, exhausted and absorbed in their own meditation for awhile. It was something unexpected, something unusual but something they felt both amazingly comfortable with.

It wasn't just feverishness and lust. It was a deep and warm affection, the pleasure – the need – to be together.

They had already shared beds, slept together, holding each other in a tight embrace...

The had been partners.

They had been friends.

They were still. They would be forever.

Partners, friends and lovers.

“June...”, Napoleon hummed softly.

Illya went on, “Won't change my tune...” He paused. “Napoleon? What is this “Chantilly” cloud?”