The moment N'Doul's grip slackened, Hol took his chance. Twisting out of his grip, he grabbed him by his vest lapels, pushing him up against the wall. As Geb shot forward to impale the cowboy through the head, he leaned in, barely dodging the attack by inches as he pressed his lips firmly to his.
Just a scene from a fanfic I wrote a while ago. The imagery would not leave my mind. Basically it's the Thoth arc but it's N'Doul instead of Polnareff, and Thoth is a filthy shipper has a slightly different prediction.
Just slightly different.
Check out the fic here!









