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[mad-iska]

Golden boy

Coco crossover won in the poll even though it was with 0 votes for the first couple of days! you go coco crossover i believe in you!!! also i lied to you 'cause it's happened to be T, not Gen and also they get together in the end. i wrote it a long time ago, sowwy... Pairing: Manny Calavera x Domino Hurley

Crossover with Pixar's "Сосо"

Summary: Somebody always losing, somebody always winnig, but Manny isn't sorrow loser and Domino... Well, yeah, Domino the undisputed winner for life, sue him.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, slight angst, mention of death, skeleton kissing, Domino being smug af, Manny being smitten, opponents to lovers question mark

Word Count: 1,2k

A/N: i wrote this 4 (o my lord 4!!!) years ago in kinda desperate attempt to befriend my now partner 4 life babyyyyy (it's @vschs), BUT also because i really enjoyed the game and this two morons. All this time it was hidden in our DMs, but i finally translated this piece of fiction! so another 3 people can read it! damn, so cool! as always, english is my second language, calamino is my OTP. that’s it, that’s all you need to know. enjoy~

Gold surrounds us all while we are in the world of the dead. It drives someone crazy, someone to the grave, while others can only dream about it. The luckiest ones always carry gold with them all the time - in their hair, eyes or, most importantly, in their hearts. The golden shade is recognized as the embodiment of wealth, elegance and importance.

But in the world of the dead, this shade can take a completely different meaning for many. Painful and terrifying enough to wish for quick death again. Of course, not for everyone. Even in the afterlife, people continue to be divided into winners and losers. Domino wears gold cufflinks, and Manny trembles at night from the wave of pain and brightly golden light that blinded him in the same moment as he reluctantly opens his eyes.

The pack of cigarettes, which Hurley occasionally hands to his former colleague, also has a golden tint. Although it's just a fake to look richer and to make the buyer feel important - Calavera starts spitting and holding back the urge to vomit, which appeared on the back of his brain (if it's even still in his skull). It seems that if he ever goes crazy, he will only repeat one phrase, like the damned Frankenstein. Only the word "fire" will be replaced by "gold."

But Manny is not afraid of this or of death again. The former employee of the funeral bureau is terrified only at the thought of telling someone about it, that they may think he's weak. It's easier for him to die alone, leaving everyone in ignorance of where this pile of bones went. Although, he doesn't even pull on the heap – may be a small pile can accumulate due to a large skull. Therefore, he endures the daily glimpses of cufflinks and packs of cigarettes, smiling, trying to hide his disgust, diverting his gaze from someone's golden tooth, begin to breathe heavily and too slowly at the sight of a pile of gold coins lying on barrels, while his neighbors play cards on them, and politely refusing the invitation.

Gold causes pain. Remember that, Calavera.

Therefore, Domino, who visits him for hell knows why, causes the pain.

The initial goal is clear - to make fun of the fact that, again, his office is better, life is more fun, and the view from the window is more beautiful. That he's the golden boy again.

But now he calmly sits down next to the small bench near the wooden house, which has its own charm, unlike the neighboring houses. Manuel Calavera still has a sense of dignity, so both inside and outside the house, it looks more presentable than the entire pier put together. His frequent guest hesitated a few times, admitting this, snorting and flicking ashes into the water. Domino always offers him a cigarette or a drink, asks if his favorite scythe is dull, whether Meche has come. And he laughs less and less loudly every time he hears the answer "Of course not. As well as to you. What else did you expect?"

A couple of times, they caught themselves sitting too close, justifying it by coastal breeze. But they can't feel cold, right? At least not physically.

Something strange happens every day near the little house on the pier belonging to a funeral director.

The day comes when the glow catches Manny not in a dream, but quite openly, in front of the crowd. Although, can a couple of card players and, damn it, Domino be called a crowd? The latter frowns for a while, then grimaces with anger and throws an unfinished cigar at the fish feed.

"What jokes are these, Calavera?" he hisses, suddenly grabbing other's shoulder and squeezing it so hard that it could have left a bruise on the bone if it were possible.

"Go away, I'm not obliged to explain anything to you. I need to lie down… " the skeleton tries to stand up, but the stronger hand still holds him sitting on the bench, pressing so hard that it could break.

"No, you'll explain it to me. What the hell are you shining like a damn Christmas tree for?"

"You know what it means. Let me go, or I'll hit you," the tone suddenly changes from neutral to firm. Although, because of this, there is a hoarseness in his voice - being firm is also a difficult task for someone who is exhausted by pain.

"And you didn't need a reason before?" Domino chuckles, but in really strange, more in nervous than in smug way.

"Yes. I'm not you, I have manners" Manny’s shoulder nervously jerks, trying to save himself and his owner, getting out of bone, brightly white chains. It's almost done. But Domino just stands up and continues to follow him, cursing in Spanish.

Manny sits on the bed and sighs heavily, rubbing his eye sockets with his fingers.

"You irritate me. Get lost" he says in his native language, hoping that at least it will work. But this is not quite helping. An ex-enemy's body is still hovering over him.

"Oh, go to hell… You're pathetic and unbearable idiot."

Said without any hatred, rather with… Angry confusion? You’re losing it, Mr. Hurley, losing it.

However, you still know how to slam doors loudly. If there were, Manny would have raised four plates with the number 10. One for each limb. Maybe even took one in his teeth.

Domino doesn't come. Today, tomorrow. In principle, the whole situation seems strange and somehow… wrong. Even when they didn't think about behaving towards each other at least somewhat unfriendly - they had to be together. Or maybe it was a similar excuse to coldness?

But the tall skeleton appears in the same place a week later. They sit silently, not even lighting up cigars. The silence is broken by a firm question.

"How long?"

"I'm not obliged to answe-"

"I'm asking. How long?" Seems like they're going to argue again. Moreover, Manny does not even know why. Why did he ask him about this radiance? Is he afraid to get infected? He should have hammered into his dull head that it's not his business.

But his lips utter incoherent nonsense like "I don't remember, probably three months ago, who cares? Get lost".

White dots hiding in black dark eye sockets run all over the "sick" body from head to toe and unexpectedly approach strangers.

"Clunck".

"What do you allow yourself, damn it! Get out of here, you assh-"

"Clunck".

Sound from bone to bone was already too much to handle.

And then Manny gets punched in the ribs. Not strongly, but makes him grab slightly itchy bones.

"Don't get used to it, it's just because you'll die soon. Don't pretend you're doing it right now, I'm gentle. Besides, you have nothing to hurt there."

"Bones can be broken, imagine that! Although, yes, how can your narrow mind understand it" grumbles like an erecting owl undertaker, still suffering, "You bastard," he huffed with an incredibly mixed emotions in his voice.

"See ya tomorrow, Manny. Just try not to die" Domino gets up and is about to leave, but Manny boldly yeels at his back.

"Oh yeah, now I have a motivation!"

"Did you enjoy it that much?" the brows soar up a couple of times, mocking the stunned victim.

"No, so I can beat you with your own jaw" the grumbling becomes quieter, and mockery and playfulness in his voice increase with each word, "And then shame you for not being able to admit your gay nature until you found out that I am dying again" the smirk becomes crooked on both of their mouths.

"Shut up and remember, you answered me rather with enthusiasm for the second time. Also, I knew everything about myself for the long time, closeted bastard."

Brows twitch again, the last time - victorious. And the figure of a tall, towering skeleton moves away from the pier to its own house.

Manny thinks about it for a while, then buries his face in his palms and sighs loudly, trying to come to his senses.

Domino really comes the next day. Without cufflinks. Cigarettes are now in a black-brown package.

It is amazing that his former worst enemy now consciously doesn’t want to bring Manny pain. Almost the only one in this huge city.

Now he brings disgusting embarrassment to his house. And, as it seems, it will haunt Manuel until his second death. But it's better than pain, isn't it? Especially since… It turns out that Domino Hurley has a good taste. In men. And Manny is very happy with this little victory of the former enemy.

[mad-iska]

I'll teach you everything i know myself

Pairing: Manny Calavera x Domino Hurley

Summary: Manny can’t fight, Domino can’t help to fight for him

Warnings: fluff, fluff and even more fluff, mention of death, light spoilers and HEAVY FEELINGS OF DOMINO...

Word Count: 2k

A/N: english is my second language, calamino is my OTP. that’s it, that’s all you need yo know. enjoy~ p.s. this is present for my lawful (don’t check it) wife @vschs. thanks, sunshine

Domino often stared at Manny. Greedily and openly. In front of everyone and in private. He blew kisses to him, winked, cunningly pulled his brows and showed his tenderness in every way known and unknown to man. He liked to watch what his lover was doing (as Manny was busy with something all the time), and insert sarcastic or not so comments on occasion to embarrass him as much as possible. But now he was looking so intently that it seems that a hole will soon form in manuel's skull. Cafe owner was just putting a new batch of alcohol on the shelves and didn't seem to be doing anything criminal. But he started to doubt it. And who wouldn't?

After putting the last bottle in it’s place, Manny turned on the heels of his pointy shoes and looked back at Hurley. Domino didn't comment on it in any way. Domino didn't event comment on anything all evening in any way. He just kept a detached silence. Even... No, _especially_ when they had problems — Domino always found some words to throw to the wind, just not to stay in uncomfortable silence (Manny eventually stole this habit from him, not that he had been much taciturn himself).

Probably, he was lost in his thoughts.

Thinking Domino is a terrible thing, and trust him, Manny had a lot of experience with every kind of Domino Hurley.

"Is something wrong?"

"I was just thinking," oh God, he really was thinking, "about that situation with Nick," Hurley chuckled strangely.

 Just a couple of hours ago Nick got punched in his smug face, hurshly, twice. Manny would have done more damage, but he wasn't in the mood to get into bigger trouble than necessary. And, perhaps, because of the fear for the safety of those who were even closer to him than Lola.

And, to his surprise, he didn't have to. Ex-tour agent's blow was not only improperly delivered, but also weak, so the expected effect of "the more a person is an arsehole, the more pleasant it is to watch him fall" did not work out. Angry Virago staggered and took several steps back to stabilize his position and grabbed aching jaw, but after a few seconds he raised eyes full of rage, starting to step towards Manny with certain intentions. The smaller skeleton already wanted to get out his scythe, as Domino grew between them.

The same Domino Hurley who "don't interfere in your affairs, ‘cause it's you who decided to chase the lady."

The one who, unfortunately for Nick, continued to box even after death. He had a heavy hand (although sometimes you can't tell by how carefully he puts his palms on Manny at any convenient and inconvenient moment).

"I think you was told to lie down. Lie the hell down, pretty boy."

So Nick lied down. He didn't even hurry to get up, just raised himself on elbows. The assailant on his fragile lawyer's life only smiled slyly, touching his cheek with an index finger, asking without words if Nick wanted to get more.

"Is it because of that girl with the camera? "

Domino snorted and rolled his eyes. He didn't even consider it necessary to answer anything, just folded arms on his chest and went behind Calavera's back, allowing to enjoy the view of the defeated enemy.

"No, just for your beautiful eyes."

 Immediately after that (apart from a small dialogue between Manuel and Virago, who finally got up), Domino suddenly became thoughtful and silent. It is unclear, however, what exactly made him

Think.

It's also unclear what he was thinking about.

So Manny carefully sighed:

"Nick is still an asshole and will get what he deserved. If not from us, then from someone else. "

"That's not what i'm talking about. I'll be honest, your fighting skills blow harder than clowns on the carnival day, Manny."

Ex-tour agent didn't even understand this sentence at first.

"...what? "

"Firstly, you never seem to understand where you were aiming," Domino began to bend his fingers, enumerating, while the expression of his interlocutor's face gradually changed from surprised to annoyed, "Secondly, it was as if you were trying to jump up during the punch. If you lift your body, the punch does not get stronger, on the contrary, you lose in the momentum. You also made this awkward rookie gesture with your hand before hitting him, if he expected a fight, then—"

"I got it, i got it," Manny finally came out of the trance, interrupting the explanations, "Are you giving me a bold hint that if you hadn't intervened, i wouldn't have been able to deal with Virago?

"Mmm, something like that, yes, " Domino chuckled, immediately covering himself from the hit, aimed directly at his skull, yes, "I'm kidding, hon, i'm kidding. Maybe it would have worked out with him, but if you suddenly have problems with someone more serious, then there will be no time for my sparkling jokes."

Manny put on his favorite unimpressed look.

"And what do you suggest? Or are jokes all you're good for?"

"I could train you."

Manuel turned his head abruptly, looking in disbelief at Domino, who, on the contrary, looked more relaxed than before. Interpreting Calavera’s emotions in his own way, Domino added:

"I'm serious. Believe it or not."

"If this is some of your games again, then i am strictly against it."

"Huh, oh no, Manny, this time i'll make you sweat only in an embrace with a punching bag. Sorry to disappoint, sugar."

"...shut up. "

***

Sports are terrible. Jogging, exercising in the morning is more or less acceptable, but "professional" and everything that came close to this term could burn in hell. He will personally make sure that each exercise is stuffed as deep as possible into inferno.

At first, everything was even interesting, although the "uniform" caused a lot of confusion and embarrassment. Domino found bright yellow shorts close to Manny’s size and a huge white t-shirt with too much cleavage reveal for any reasonable person’s taste. Boxing gloves were too big for Calavera, but this was solved by tightening them twice as hard as it was intended. The fact that they didn’t fall off was already a victory.

Manny looked not so bad.

(And that thought was a lie.)

Besides, who will see him here, looking like a wannabe restler? This is their office, where only Glottis sometimes comes in without knocking.

Hurley, standing next to him in the same t-shirt (which was sitting on him just right), and dark green pants from the suit, looked at least like a dandy compared to the future athlete.

For the start, they discussed a little theory (mainly where to hit), then practiced a comfortable stance. It's was easy. It was something Calavera could handle. However, this, of course, became a reason for Domino to get into his personal space — to raise his hand, to move his shoulder,to try to kiss him on the cheek. Damn this tactile bastard.

But then the warm-up and stretching began, at which manuel already suspected that the sport was not his cup of tea. This was only confirmed by training punches. And even the proximity of their bodies from time to time did not bother the tour agent. Because he didn't care about anything at all. He just wanted to finish this ordeal that had fallen on his crisp shoulders as soon as possible.

Manny physically couldn't sweat and it seemed to make it worse.

So, as soon as they finished, he plopped down on the bed, sprawled out in the shape of a star and tried to catch his breath. A much less soapy Domino sat down next to him, grinning and patting negligent student on the shoulder.

"If i wanted, oh... Dios mio... To die again, Domino, then i would...," Calavera swallowed heavily, feeling dryness in his mouth, "prefer to stay alive. Honestly."

His «mentor» only chuckled and, after taking a sip from his water bottle, handed it to manuel. Manny eagerly drank from the refreshing source, emitting a satisfied moan.

"I'll take note of that. But overall, not bad for a beginner," Domino said, taking a seat.

Manny sat as well, still holding the bottle, and only snorted briefly. Yeah, of course. Thanks for a compliment.

Calavera’s expression changed when Domino placed his hand on his lover’s waist, gradually decreasing the distance between them. Manny even coughed out some water, immediately putting the bottle to the side. And Hurley already leaned towards him with certain intentions.

"I... I don't know how to kiss either!" Calavera paNicked, feeling himself blush with golden light on the cheekbones, and pushed his partner's hand away, not allowing to come closer. Hurley did stop, but with the same sleazy smile on his face.

"Is that the only thing that bothers you in this situation?" he laughs.

If Domino thinks he's so smart and can manipulate a tired skeleton, then...

(at this moment, a broad hand lowered from his waist to his thigh and gently caressed it, while the eye sockets narrowed with a mischievous flame.)

-he was right.

Manuel could only mutter something indistinguishable and blush even more, trying not to look anywhere except the floor. Domino, ilipollas astuto...

He still nodded briefly, hoping that Domino wouldn't notice it at all. But after that gesture, the hand on his thigh caressed it again, and Hurley pressed to his cheek with a neat kiss.

"Then it's not a problem. I'll teach you everything i know myself," he said, pointing to his own chin with one finger, pulling lover into a more serious kiss, at which Calavera trembled, squeezing his fists and only a couple of seconds later relaxing.

Closing his eyes, manuel placed both hands on the broad shoulders, allowing himself to "learn."

Domino was experienced even in this and knew what he was doing. Otherwise, how to explain that manuel so eagerly indulged in the kiss and secretly rejoiced that, in essence, he didn't have to breathe. As they wouldn't have enough air, especially after training.

They still got separated. Domino started to sprinkling the long skull with ten short, ringing (bone on bone, after all) kisses. At the corner of his mouth, under the eye sockets, chin... Wait a minute... Kisses passed cervical vertebrae, all more and more low-lying, and finally hit the collarbone. At this point, Manny had already hugged Hurley's neck, pressing him closer and ardently trying not to make any loud sounds. And so as not to give one idiot any extra reason for pride.

He almost stumbled when his collarbone, and then his cervical vertebra, were bitten. With the last bite, Domino slowly, with pleasure, ran his tongue along light marks, receiving a stifled groan and a weak punch in the back.

Deciding that Manny had enough torture for today, Hurley got up again, returning to the usual kisses, with both hands, however, climbing under the shirt. Nothing criminal and even warm, but when will this pervert stop groping him?

Opening his eyes, Manuel saw his lover's languid gaze, to which he had already become accustomed, and blinked shyly a couple of times.

"What are you looking at?" he mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, just checking for progress," this idiot then leaned towards Calavera’s non-existent ear and whispered, "You have potential, kitten."

"Okay. That's it. Get out," Manny immediately jumped out of bed, covering the lower part of his face with his hand, blushing and glowing insufferably. This... This... This is unspeakable! He just knew it would end like this.

"Аs you say. But tomorrow i'll make you do this again," Calavera turned around angrily, but only get chuckle in response, "I was talking about boxing. And what were you thinking about?" the man smirked.

One of the boxing gloves flew into Domino’s head...

[mad-iska]

Grim Fandango (CALAMINO) fan fiction poll

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