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Pete woke up unexpectedly and uncomfortably early. But more frustratingly, he woke up from a nightmare.
He was breathing heavily, staring into space, while drops of sweat and rare tears flowed down his face and dripped from the selection. The screams from his dream could still be heard in his ears.
*— Peter!*
*— Everything will be okay!*
*— Go without me!*
*— I know, you can do it!*
*— I love you!*
Pete took a shaky breath, feeling a storm of goosebumps that ran down his back. Both then and now, these words had and will have their own special effect.
He rubbed his hand wearily over his face and looked at the other side of the bed.
— Thanks, God... — he muttered when he saw the one who had said all these words to him. Donald Duck.
Donald was sleeping peacefully, muttering softly in his sleep. It was so rare to see him in such a peaceful state that it was almost impossible.
Pete sighed and got back into bed, pulling his lover closer, nuzzling into the curve of his neck, inhaling the scent of duck. The scent of mango and kiwi filled his lungs as a thought flashed through his mind.
"He never liked pungent smells.." — no matter how expensive the perfume or the person who gave it to him, Donald will still throw away the bottle of cologne if it is too harsh. Instead, he will buy some kind of "feminine" or light perfume with the smell of fruits or berries.
Pete always liked to tease the sea duck about this, although subconsciously he always calmed down by inhaling exactly what Donald chose.
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— You know, if you need to talk about your nightmares, then just say it. — Donald calmly applied his makeup without looking up from the mirror.
Today, as luck would have it, I received a letter from the boss with a new task. They would have refused, but the amount for the fulfillment was too tempting to refuse.
Pete shook his head, tightening his tie.
— I'll be fine. — He felt his partner's gaze as Donald looked at him through the mirror. — I just... — sighed nervously, choosing which jewelry with a transformation stone to take — I'll tell you when we get back... Ok?
Donald rolled his eyes as he combed his wig.
— I took you at your word. — he answered rather sternly as he put on and adjusted his wig.
The final touch, without which Donald did not consider his image complete: a couple of puffs of perfume.
After taking a second glance at the mirror to admire himself, he finally headed for the exit.
Pete was already waiting for him at the door, but before they left, he stopped the duck by putting his hand on his shoulder.
Donald raised one eyebrow, but did not have time to say anything, as his partner suddenly buried his nose in his wig, inhaling the scent of perfume. He stared at Pete in surprise as the cat's face slowly turned red.
— Oh.. My~ — Donald giggled and took the cat's hand, lifting his glove a little. — I love you too. — He kissed the back of Pete's hand and returned the glove to its original position.
Without further ado, they laced their fingers and walked confidently to the street, where a car was waiting for them, ready to send them on a mission.