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Casually flipping through the channels on TV, the doorbell ringing was a welcome break for Christian.
"Door's open," he called out, expecting whoever it was to make their way in. The door swung open, but a hand caught it in time, before the handle hit against the wall. He knew that there was only one person out there capable of more-or-less wrestling with his door.
"Al," he smiled, turning his attention towards the door, and the boy standing there, with an inscrutable expression on his face.

"I didn't slam the door," his reply was prompt.
Christian laughed. "I didn't say you did, love."
Alastair rolled his eyes mockingly, at the "endearing" nickname. He would often pretend to be bothered by it, but in reality, he was quite fond of it...of course, as long as no one else was there.

"You really should do something about that door, Chris." he muttered, as he took a seat beside said person. "One day, the handle's gonna bust a hole in the wall."
"You've just gotta be gentler with it,"
"It...well, whatever. I thought you were supposed to be studying for your exam."
"I've already done that," Christian replied nonchalantly.
Alastair scoffed. "Yeah, sitting and watching TV. That's obviously the best way to study."
"I've studied enough, anyway" He replied, with a smile.
" Uh huh...sure..." Alastair's train of thought was interrupted as he felt something soft brush against his ankles. Looking down to find Canoli, the cat, nestled near his ankles, he picked up the cat and placing the cat on his lap. "I really think Canoli's getting used to me." He laughed, watching the cat settle comfortably in his spot.
"I think he's always been all right with you," Christian commented, finally turning off the television.
"I swear he'd give me weird looks, before."
"Cats can't glare at people," Chris couldn't help but laugh at its absurdity.
"No, no, I'm serious," Alastair blinked a few times, as he took off his glasses, and placed them on the coffee table in front. "I really think he didn't like me."

"I think you're just being over imaginative , Al," Chris found it hard to not laugh. It was always so easy to get him mad.
"Not you too," the dark-haired teen decided to focus his attention towards the cat instead of his boyfriend.
"Canoli only doesn't like idiots."
Alastair only frowned, before staining up, all of a sudden, setting the cat aside.
"I'm just gonna go and get myself some water, okay?" Without waiting for a reply, he made his way towards the kitchen.

Christian didn't turn around, for fear that seeing the younger male frowning would make him burst out laughing. He heard some clattering, the occasional swear word an some drawers and cabinets opening and closing, yet he didn't dare turn backwards. Only when there was a long period of silence did he turn around, curious.
"Al...are you okay?"
"I'm hungry, that's what."
"Yeah, but-"
"I'm making some crêpes."
"Oh," Chris couldn't help but grin. "That'll be nice."
"Better than anything you make!" came the reply, followed by laughter. If it were anyone else, Christian might've contested, but considering it was Alastair...he wouldn't, even if Alastair was wrong, anyway.

All of a sudden, he heard a door slam.
"Al? What was that?"
"You're not coming in the kitchen when I'm making something. I find it weird when people look over my shoulder if I'm making something."
"Okay, okay," Chris shook his head, a small smile on his face. Another one of his boyfriend's quirks, no doubt.
"But how long will it take?"
"As long as it takes to make some crêpes."

Christian spotted his drawing sketchbook lying on thee coffee table in front. Reaching out for it, and the pencil beside it, he started doodling mindlessly. It was quite distracting, though, knowing that a certain someone was in the kitchen...Chris wondered whether Alastair had seen his apron, or not - the one that said "Fuck the Cook." maybe he should ask Al to wear it...laughing to himself, he continued to sketch abstractly.

In time, he heard the door creak open, and curiosity made him turn around, just to see whether Alastair was wearing the apron, or not. It was a negative, but that was expected, anyway.

"I didn't take too long, did I?" was his first question, as he stood in the doorway, a plate in hand.
"Just long enough," Christian felt compelled to get up, now. He had been feeling particularly lazy all day - studying, and watching television, but not once getting up from the sofa.
"I hope these are as good as they smell." He reached out for a crêpe, they did look particularly tempting-

Only to have Alastair slap his hand away. "At the table. Don't want the chocolate to get on the carpet."
Chris raised a curious eyebrow, and Alastair sighed. "This happened back in the flat once, and Maria had to clean took a lot of effort."
"Maria...?" Chris was slightly confused.
"Mariano, you know. My flatmate."
Christian nodded, as Alastair placed the plate in the table, and motioned for him to sit.

"You know, Al, if they're not good-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just have 'em."
Christian didn't miss Alastair's nervous habits - tapping his foot quietly, running his hand through his hair. Chris made a big deal out of his first bite of the crêpe, savouring it as if he were a critic sampling a chef's finest meal.

"Well....what do you think?" He wasn't trying very hard to cover up his nervousness, as he pulled the chair beside Chris' out, and sat down. Christian had to try very hard in order to not end up laughing - Alastair did look quite nervous. He knew that the dark-haired male found it almost impossible to take negative criticism well, simply because he never knew how to react to it.
"I think...that you should try one for yourself."

Alastair could only stare back at Christian, trying to understand whether  it was a positive or a negative reaction. He stood up after a while, and made his way to the kitchen drawers, from where he grabbed a knife and a fork. Chris only observed silently, as he watched Alastair come back, take his seat and slowly drag the plate towards himself. He quickly cut a piece off the edge, and poking his fork into it, picked it up. As he went to take a bite out of it, however, in a vain effort to try and not glance at Christian, his elbow knocked against the table, making his hand move, and the food brush against his cheek, and fall down, along with the fork.

"Oh, fuck," Alastair whispered, as he rolled his eyes, and lean over to pick up the fork. As he placed the fork on the table, something caught Christian's eye, and he just couldn't hold back his laughter.
"W-What's funny, damn it?" Alastair said, self-conscious. When the crêpe had brushed against Alastair's cheek, the molten chocolate filling had smudged against the edge of his lips.

Christian leaned in, his warm breath tickling Alastair's lips. The latter had frozen, slightly, at the sudden close proximity, and he could feel his cheeks heating up. He could feel the heat radiating off them, as Christian leaned in even closer, and slowly but tantalizingly, licked off something near the corner of his lips, something which he never realised had been there.

"W-What was that for?!?" Alastair tried his hardest to control the rapid reddening of his cheeks, and failing miserably.
"Just cleaning up, that's all," Chris smirked. "You even have some on your shirt."
"Oh, uh I do?" Alastair looked down, to check whether the traces of chocolate were noticeable or not.
"Maybe you should just take it off, then," the gleam in Christian's smirk was unmistakable, and Alastair didn't know whether to look at Chris, or down, whether to kill him for that, or just kiss him...

"I think there's some on your neck...want me to clean that, too?"
Alastair's eyes widened, and his blush was unmistakable now, as he picked up on just what his boyfriend really meant. Over time, Christian had found out some rather...personal things about him, one of them being his vulnerability of the area around his neck.

"It was sweet."
Alastair's eyes narrowed slightly, as an idea formed in his mind. "Oh, I bet it is."
Without a moment's notice, he leant forward, pressing his lips against Christian's. It didn't surprise him that Chris wasn't stunned by it - nothing surprised Christian, unlike him.

But he liked that...just like everything else he liked about Christian.

"'re right - it really is sweet."
Finally, a decent piece of writing.
...well, not actually. Passable, maybe, but...mrrrgh.

It's actually the first time I've written about Fabupaca (Christian x guys don't even WANT to know the story behind the name), and I've been honestly delaying it. Because I've been scared of messing it up, feeling uninspired, exam hangover...the works.

Finally, I feel like I can write again, so, hopefully expect a bit more from me over the next few weeks.

Anyway, but...baaaaack to this. I had written a whole thing about RSHS and THAT corner in the library //gigglesnort/, but then my Word decided to act up and WHAM! It was gone. Then, we had to leave for my birthday lunch, and before that we went to the tax people, and there, I was so darn mad, I mean, seriously. It was finally something decent, I felt, and it had gone! So, then...I decided right then and there that I HAD to finish off that story I was writing for Riku, and her beautiful art this morning proved to be the ultimate inspiration!

So, Riku, this is for you~ You said you like fluff, and even though this isn't TOO fluffy, I hope it, at least, makes you smile, just like your art always does for me :heart:

Christian (c) *gaarariku
Mariano (c) ~Emurelle
Alastair (c) Me.
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RandomNishi Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012   Digital Artist
Fabualpaca!!!!!!!! *7*
what-the-crapola Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.
Banditgirl Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
what-the-crapola Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Banditgirl Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Rikupi Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist

OMG I SERIOUSLY LOVE LOVE ADORE IT3<3<3<3 THANK U SO MUCH :''DDDD<--gets overexcited cause she is not used at recieving gifts!

what-the-crapola Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I'm so happy sgahgajafadaga //tears of joy
Rikupi Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
IggyIsMagic Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2012  Student Writer
Fabupaca!! *^* oh gosh you need to write more for these two!! Im I'm love!! * 7*
I loved everything about this omgggg!! Gah!! I really want some crepes now! Gsbdjnskzbausjbs lovelovelove! : DDD
what-the-crapola Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I was sooooooooo afraid of screwing this up! ;a;
But I'm so glad it turned out all right!!

Ohhh, crêpes, yes! I was so hungry after writing it, orz

Emurelle Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
this was soooooo fluffy :iconitssofluffyplz:
Gah I love fluff. *sinks into fangirl mode and has little fangirlhearts floating around*
what-the-crapola Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
*pulls you out of fangirl mode* Not worth this,
Emurelle Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I8 Lemme be in fangirl mode!
Enderkichi Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2012
; u; kajsndfkaas the first wife is so adorbs!!!
aksjdaksdfnjka seriously, this is so cute!!
I really love fabupaca and I think you really did good on this!

Again sorry to hear that happened to you, you know with Word trolling you and all
But yeah next time you should try to write everything down on a notebook first that way you'll always have a hard copy xD

Now going back to the fic
; u;
It was so cute!! I'm sure Riku will love it!
And I couldn't help to nod when Al was talking about Canoli giving him weird glares...
I agree with him!!! My cat sometimes gives me weird glares too...

akjsdfaskda the crépes and chocolate and the sexyness at the end, of course Fede being the sexy man he is would totally take advantage of that xDDDD

All in all, I really enjoyed reading it!!
what-the-crapola Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
It took me five whole minutes of laughing, at the "first wife," before I could reply xD
Thank you so much, Kichi!!! And this means a LOT, too, considering you're such a brill writer of your own!!

I swear I'm writing down everything next time. I do have a diary in which I jot down ideas, but maybe I should write a bit more in it! Thanks for the idea and the concern!!

Cats, I swear, don't like me. Dogs on the other hand love me. It's a strange world D:

SGSHAJGSA I'm so glad you picked up on that!! Most would've said "Oh, you got something there," but Fede being himself, YES! He would make the most of it xDD

Thanks so much once again!!! :heart:
merlinsayshi Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2012
what-the-crapola Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You just HAD to ask, didn't you xDD
merlinsayshi Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012
of course! XD no tell me! :icontellmeplz:
Emurelle Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Fabupaca. Chris is fabulous in many ways and Alastair -> Al -> Alpaca.
Or at least my explanation of it XD
merlinsayshi Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2012
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