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Blood and Chocolate	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 15 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Based on my own predilections or not, this is still a work of fiction. by the way, you will get hungry reading this. Just, just just trust me on this.

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I went to bed that night with the thought firmly in mind that I had tapped into something, not just with Alex but with myself and with Lou, too. I could hardly shake the feeling or the memory of what resided inside of my body.
We had helped him into a cab right before Lou and I had turned in for the night ourselves.
I could hardly shake the memory of that out of my mind, either: he ambled down the walkway right in between the two of us, with his face all soft and rosy and his eyes drooped closed and his body all warm and tender. I had never seen him so soft before then, either: at one point, he rolled his head over onto his shoulder and he gazed up at me. Those deep eyes peered up at me as if he yearned for something else.
I would rather he be so full and soft like that than be drunk. At least here he was nourishing himself with delicious food.
We reached the curb, and he slunk down towards the sidewalk as if he had lost his balance.
“Whoa, easy there, big fella,” Lou quipped at him.
Alex giggled as if we were tickling him, and he caught himself there on the grass. He lifted himself up, and I held him close to me. He set a hand on his belly and closed his eyes.
“Are you feeling okay?” I asked him.
“I’ve never been better,” he told me in a soft, husky voice. “God, I’ve never had anything more delicious than that matzo soup. That was so good for the soul, Eric—” He rested his head upon my shoulder; Lou lingered closer to us with his hands tucked into his pockets.
At least he wasn’t a mess: that was more than what I had asked for. He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair and showed us a sweet little smile. He was nourished. Something good for his stomach as well as his mind and spirit. It was such a tender feeling to bear witness right before me.
The cab pulled up to the curb, and he sighed through his nose and rubbed his eyes. Lou and I watched him climb into the backseat: he flashed us a wink and a little wave before he left our apartment complex.
I knew that he was going to sleep so well that night.
As for myself, I lay there, flat on my back, with my hands tucked underneath my head and my gaze fixed on the dark ceiling right over me.
What to make for that boy later down the line. What to make for him and that hungry tummy of his.
I closed my eyes, and I drifted off to sleep in the same exact spot.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself still flat on my back, but there was something about the grass all around me. Something rather bright and colorful—the first thing that ran through my mind was that I had landed in a place dedicated to Christmastime. The colors made me think of garlands.
But then I opened my eyes even more and I saw that I was in a world filled with candy and sugar. Lollipops and cupcakes sprung up in the grass all around me. A tree of cotton candy and chocolate leaves stood right before me.
I climbed to my feet, and I peered all around me. I had laid down in a valley of chocolate and pulled sugar. It was all so bright and colorful and oddly lovely, especially since I noticed that most of it was in fact decadent dark chocolate.
Candy and sugar and lots of chocolate.
But nowhere could I see any sort of building before me, only a forest made of enough sweets to give the most astute person a diabetic coma if they even so much as thought about it. A forest and the accompanying meadow, all of it so sugary and decadent that it could give any self-respecting dentist a hefty payday.
I peered off to the right to behold the sight of the little river of what appeared to be melted ice cream: it was pure white with veins of gold embedded within there, and I almost immediately knew that it was caramel. I shivered at the mere sight of it even though the forest behind me felt so warm with the lush candy and sweet stuff all around me.
There was no way around it: it was all a sign. A sign from my own subconscious that I was onto something with Alex, especially when I saw him lying there on the sugary grass with his hands tucked behind his head. He cracked a smile and rolled his head over a bit so I could see the smooth, delicate skin right underneath his chin.
My eyes wandered over to the rest of his body, to his pants unbuttoned which in turn revealed the skin underneath his belly button, to the fact that he had taken off his shirt at some point.
It was right then that I realized that he was coaxing me to come closer to him.
He rolled his head over to the other side so I could look right into his soft, placid face. Those sharp eyebrows, so smooth as he raised them high up the front of his brow, which in turn made him look so tender and so boyish. Those little lips, gently parted and smooth as if he beckoned a kiss out of me, or Lou for that matter.
I swallowed as I looked at the sight of him there before me. I thought about walking up to him for a kiss but as I came closer to him, I noticed something else about him.
Something was off about him.
I stood over him and I saw that his face seemed rounder than usual. His face was rounder, and his neck was thicker and fuller. His chest had deepened, and he had a little potbelly on him, too.
Somehow, I had made that boy put on weight overnight and now he was in complete and utter bliss.
And yet, there was something so endearing about it, so delicate, so sweet and tender and loving. He rested a hand on his bare belly and he treated me to a soft groan inside of his throat.
“I’m not even going to ask,” I confessed.
“No need to, my man,” he replied in a soft whisper. “This feels so good. This feels so right. I just ate so much chocolate.”
He then opened his eyes and he gazed up at the sky overhead.
“Although…” he started again, that time in a slightly louder tone of voice.
“Although?”
He sat up and looked down at the roll of fat around his waist as it spilled over the waist of his jeans
“Am I too fat?” he asked me. He had a little roll around his waist and his belly had grown to where it poked out: his face was full and round, and with his full lips, he looked so cute, like a young boy.
I shook my head. “Not at all,” I replied, “if anything, I think you need to gain some weight.” I crouched down next to him and I stroked his chest. His skin was so soft and delicate, as if I was touching porcelain, or fresh meringue. He closed his eyes and parted his lips ever so slightly. I leaned in for a little kiss on those lips.
“Let me feed you,” I whispered to him.
I opened my eyes and I peered up to the ceiling once more. Everything was still dark with the nightfall but one thing was certain.
I had to get that boy so fat whether it would serve both Lou and me no justice in the end and at the end of it all.
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