Theo took the next two days off from work, despite Cyrus's insistence that he was fine and didn't need someone to coddle him. It was a bullet to the arm, sure, but it was to the arm, Cyrus insisted. He could still walk and do things for himself. Not that he minded that Theo stayed home with him, of course. It was nice to spend a couple days alone with his husband, just the two of them. That was one of the things he missed about the early part of their relationship, before they had gotten so busy. Before it got too dangerous to be seen in public together.

But just because it was dangerous to be seen in places outside their home together didn't mean Cyrus didn't find ways for them to do it. One of the perks to the town they lived in was that there were several abandoned buildings, most of them large warehouses. Nobody cared to develop the land they sat on and nobody bothered to remove the buildings, so nobody minded that the Hunters, the Rebels, and the other shady people in town had transformed the seemingly abandoned places into buildings for their own uses. One of the ones the Hunters had snagged had particularly thick concrete walls, and Benny had quickly turned the place into a fashionable, albeit small, shooting range. The Hunters weren't in shootouts often (their recent run in at the restaurant was a rare exception) but it was always nice to have a safe place to practice their shooting. The last thing any gangster wanted was to get caught in a shootout and be rusty with a pistol, after all.

But the best part about having his own personal shooting range, Cyrus thought, was that he could make sure nobody else was there. It took him exactly two phone calls to make sure the range was clear for the day, and once it was, then he could easily talk his husband into his idea.

"Let's go out for the day," Cyrus suggested at breakfast. Theo paused from making out with his coffee and looked at him.

"What?" Theo asked.

"Let's go out for the day," Cyrus repeated. "I've been cooped up here since you shot me, and it's been ages since we've gone out and done something together."

"I think you're forgetting that the reason we don't go out and do things is because you're a wanted mob boss who I can't be married to for about a hundred different reasons." Cyrus smiled cheekily.

"But there's a hundred more reasons why you are married to me, though, right?" Theo shrugged.

"More like fifty. The scales definitely lean towards divorce, I just don't feel like filling out the paperwork."

"Wow, tell me how you really feel."

"I thought I just did." Cyrus shook his head.

"Cruel, wicked husband."

"You love me," Theo muttered, returning to his coffee.

"And you love hazelnut brew more than me."

"Please, there's plenty of me to go around. You and Hazelnut can share." Cyrus made a face and poked at him.

"What if I don't want to share you?"

"Oh honey, please don't make me choose." Theo looked back at him, the perfect picture of puppy eyes.

"I'd lose, wouldn't I?" Cyrus asked.

"Probably." Cyrus dramatically flung himself to the floor, dropping on his knees in front of Theo, who watched the show with wide eyes.

"I can change, The!" He cried desperately. "What does Hazelnut Brew have that I don't?" Theo thought for a moment and sipped the coffee.

"Well Hazelnut has coffee... But you have a dick... So I guess you both make pretty strong arguments." Cyrus burst out laughing and Theo grinned at him.

"You never answered the question," Cyrus said, getting up off his knees and sitting on the counter instead. "Let's go do something."

"And I told you that we can't, and you know it."

"Not true." Cyrus insisted. "The Hunters have a range at the edge of town, and I called and made sure it would be empty today. We'd have the whole place to ourselves." Theo paused.

"But what if somebody sees-"

"Nobody will see, it doesn't have windows. If anybody shows up, which they won't, it'll just be one of my guys, and they already know. There is literally nothing for you to worry about." Theo tilted his head.

"It would be nice to do something outside of the house with you again..."

"Exactly." Theo sighed.

"Fuck it. Let's go."

"Yes!" Cyrus jumped off the counter, stole a quick kiss, and went running to their bedroom. "I'll get the guns!" Theo smirked and shook his head. He had married a dork.

***

The range itself was nothing fancy. Ten lanes separated by thick metal sheets, and a cardboard target with paper bulls-eyes taped to it for shooting at. Theo and Cyrus stood in the middle lane, loading up magazines with bullets and taping fresh targets on.

"All the things we could've done in here without getting caught," Theo said. "And you actually went with shooting."

"Well after your lousy shot at the restaurant, I figured you could use the practice," Cyrus insisted.

"Lousy shot," Theo echoed. He lightly punched Cyrus's arm and his husband yelped in pain. "You wanna try that again?"

"Still lousy," Cyrus said through gritted teeth. "You didn't kill me."

"I wasn't trying to kill you."

"Uh huh. I'll believe that when I see how good your aim really is." Theo rolled his eyes and stepped up to the lane. He loaded a magazine in his gun and fired five shots, all of them hitting near the center ring of the target.

"You were saying?" Theo said smugly, looking over at Cyrus. The gang leader shook his head.

"No, no, you've got it all wrong," He said. "Your form is just terrible."

"Form doesn't matter when you're hitting the target where you should."

"You are so wrong. Form is the most important thing. Here, let me show you." Cyrus got closer, until he was pressed against Theo's back. He reached forward and lightly grabbed Theo's arm, his hand snaking around to hold onto Theo's wrist, directing him into a better stance.

"You have to hold your arms out here," Cyrus said softly, his voice tickling at Theo's ear as he adjusted them and somehow got even closer. "And keep your legs shoulder width apart." He used his knee to force Theo's legs further apart and smirked as his husband started to go red. Theo swallowed hard. He wasn't making it easy to focus on shooting, but then again, that was likely what Cyrus wanted.

"Better?" Theo whispered.

"Not quite. You're leaning forward too much." And then Cyrus's hands were all over him, one pressing at his waist to make him stand up straight, then wandering, both of them wandering.

"Kinda hard to focus on the target when you're feeling me up," Theo warned.

"Kinda hard to focus on shooting when you look so hot with a gun," Cyrus replied smoothly. Theo shivered but then forced himself to focus on the target. He shifted his grip on the gun and readied to fire. Cyrus pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and the gun went off. The shot missed the target completely and Theo whirled around, dropping the gun on the lane's table as he did so.

"I'm gonna kill you if you keep that up," He said, his eyes wide. Cyrus grinned, his hands resting firmly on Theo's hips.

"So you want me to stop," He concluded.

"Don't you dare."

"That's what I thought." He pulled Theo a little closer. "Besides, judging by that last shot, you need more practice than I thought."

"How long did you say we had this place to ourselves for?"

"However long you want, sweetheart." Theo grinned and kissed him.

"Perfect." Cyrus smirked and made a mental note to bring them to the shooting range more often before leaning in to kiss Theo back.