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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 kept Alex there with me all the way until dinnertime when Lou came back over once again, and the whole entire time, I was certain that he would return back home, especially since he had sworn to me that he would do just that.
I was certain that I would have yet another nice evening with Lou that night, especially since it would be some time before I could have such a round with him, but apparently, Alex was in no rush to head on back home after he had promised me as such. He had posted up on that couch with his hands behind his head and his pants unbuttoned as if he was a prince of some kind. He did look like a prince to a degree, with his long flowing jet-black curls down to the halfway point of his back, and that little plume of gray at the top of his forehead served as the crown jewel. His skin resembled fine silk and the way that his clothes hung around his body like a tapestry: a slender prince awaiting his next feast.
I had no intention to serve him yet again, especially as the day came to a close and the sun hung low over the spires of the Golden Gate not too far from there.
As I was preparing it all in the kitchen, I caught a sliver of some quiet grumbling. I leaned out from behind the cupboard for a look at him on the couch with a book plunked across his lap.
“Was that your stomach?” I asked him.
“Yeah, it was,” he declared, and he lay the book upon his lap and he rested his free hand on his slender stomach. “I’m starting to get really hungry again.”
“Would you like something to drink to get you going?” I offered him.
“Please.”
I doubled back to the cupboard with the glasses, and then I poured him a glass full of cream soda straight out of the fridge. It wasn’t a float, but it had some sweetness to it.
I sauntered on back to the living room and I handed the glass to him.
“Thank you so much,” he told me. He took a whiff of it beforehand and then he downed a few small gulps of the stuff, and then I returned to the kitchen to finish the job of slicing chives and green onions: I was always amazed by the svelteness and lankiness of his neck, especially when I thought about his slender and slim build. When he drank down that cream soda, his Adam’s apple bobbed about as if he had gone fishing out in the dark bay waters. Not only was he starving but his whole entire body had to be yearning for better nourishment than what he was getting.
It was a sight that brought out something in me, something that I swore that I would never feel before in my life. There was a great part of me that took the form of a voice in the back of my mind, a voice that told me to protect this boy and nourish his body, and his belly in particular.
But there were two things that held me back with it all, however: the first thing was my own hang up about doing it all to Alex. I knew that he wanted it, hence why he seemed to take his sweet time in leaving the apartment for any reason whatsoever. I knew he wanted the feeling: I knew he wanted that respect, that nourishment, that everything.
A sense of unity in our island in the sky.
The other thing that held me back was the fact that I was about to do this onto a boy who had autonomy over his own body as much as I did with my own. I had to find my way into him somehow. There was a notch in that armor: I had seen it. There had to be another one as well.
I set down my knife and I made my way back into the living room with a straight face.
“Dude, Alex, I thought you were going back home again,” I told him in a single breath once I came within earshot of him; he stifled a belch and he ran his fingers through his hair.
“You know, I thought I was, too,” he confessed. “Your food is just so good, Eric. If I return home now, I return to a cold place as well as a slightly emptied fridge.”
“But what about your parents, though?” I asked him. “Weren’t you going to go back to your parents’ house for the evening?”
“My parents are out of town,” he quipped without a moment’s hesitation, to which I gaped at him.
“What do you mean? You lied to me?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I did it because I love this food so much,” he told me. “I love it way too much, if I'm being perfectly honest. And it wasn’t technically a lie, either.”
“But it was, though!”
“Not necessarily. I changed my mind about leaving, but I did lie about that part, though.”
I brought my hands up to eyes as if I had a migraine right then. He did have a point in that he had every right to change his mind, but I still couldn’t believe that he had led me on like that, that he would leave for his parents’ house later on that day, and I would share the evening with Lou. I sighed through my nose and I dragged my fingers down to the tip of my nose and my lips. I looked on at the serious expression plastered across his face.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked me with a slight raise of his eyebrow.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I told him.
“What, lie? Like I said, it wasn’t technically a lie—there was a bit of truth in there.”
“True,” I said as I ran my fingers through my hair again.
“Okay, I'll make it up to you,” he declared right then with another small sip of the cream soda. “I’ll take you and Lou out to eat some time. Just the three of us—anywhere you guys want to go.”
I nodded my head at that.
“Okay. Sounds good. Uh—” I paused for a second as I thought about all the places in town that I knew about offhand that the three of us fellas could go off to on a shoestring budget. “How ‘bout that one little coffee house up by where our recording studio is?”
“That little place? Ooh, yeah! I've heard some things about that place—some good things.” He downed the rest of the cream soda and he set the glass on the coffee table next to him, and he gave his black hair a toss back with the flick of his head.
“So, what’s on the menu for tonight?” he asked me.
“Tacos,” I promptly replied. “With some pico de gallo , sour cream, guacamole, and some chives on top. All of them in those little street tortillas, too.”
“Phew, I'm glad I decided to stay here for a bit.” He stifled another burp, that time with a clasp of his hand on his chest. “Ooh, ‘scuse me.”
“A little too much mustard on that hot dog for you?” I teased him, and he chuckled at that.
“Being hungry and I just had something carbonated on top of that. Makes me belch.” He stifled another one that time, and I had the craziest idea to rub his belly right then. But it would make better sense once he had some tacos in him.
“How many tacos would you like, by the way?” I asked him as I began back to the kitchen to finish cooking.
“How many are you going to have?” he asked me, curious.
“Me? Probably three or four. Lou's probably going to have three, too.”
“Yeah, I’ll take three.” All the while, he had this peculiar look in his eye, as if he was up to mischief right then. As if I had in fact awakened something in him.
I returned to the kitchen to finish the job, complete with cooking those street tortillas in some butter in the frying pan. I envisioned Alex gaining about twenty pounds just from eating with me and Lou so much, and that same voice in the back of my mind told me that the three of us were going to enjoy every last part of it. I cooked up the ground beef in the frying pan when there was a knock on the door.
“It’s open!” I called out. The door opened and Lou stepped inside.
“Hey, Lou,” Alex greeted him as if nothing had happened.
“Hey, Alex,” Lou greeted him with a bit of reluctance. He then turned to me with a bewildered look on his face. “I thought it was just gonna be us?”
“He changed his mind,” I told him. Lou sniffled the air around us and he closed his eyes.
“Oh, god, that smells so good,” he declared, and then he lingered closer to me. “What do you mean, he changed his mind?”
“Apparently, his parents aren’t home,” I told him. “He also changed his mind because apparently there’s not a lot of food at his place, either.”
“Aw, man,” Lou groaned, and then he raised his eyebrows at that former thing. “His parents aren’t home? He lied about that?”
I nodded. “He promised to make it up to you and me, though,” I told him. “I also have this peculiar feeling that—I can’t quite explain.”
“What do you mean?” he asked me as he folded his arms over his chest. I gave the ground beef a quick stir before I sprinkled in some cumin and some black pepper. I lingered closer to his face so he could hear me over the crackle of the meat in the pan.
“It’s also the start of a little game,” I whispered to him, and he chuckled at that.
“A game? Like how?”
“Have you ever played a game of wits before?” I asked him, and he shook his head.
“Can’t say I have,” he confessed. “Even with as long as you and I have known each other, I don’t think we have.”
“No, I mean, a game of wits with him.”
He raised his eyebrows and he grimaced at that.
“With Alex? He'll eat us alive!”
“Exactly!” I quipped to him as I poured in some vegetable oil so the pan sizzled some more. He gaped at that.
“Eric, you sneaky bastard,” he said right into my ear over the loud sizzling noise in the pan.
“There’s a side to him that no one knows about,” I told him. “A side that I have inadvertently unlocked and now—it's all a matter of finishing what I had started with him. It's all a matter of finishing what you and I had started with the boy. You and me, we’re going to get him good. We're going to nourish him and all the while, we’re going to show the real him to the world. The world deserves to see the real him, and not just through his music—hand me the salt, please.”
He handed me the shaker with the salt and I sprinkled some of it over the ground beef.
“But what if he doesn’t want to expose the real him to the rest of the world, though?” he asked me, once more right into my ear: he had either brushed his teeth or chewed some gum before he showed up because his breath smelled of spearmint, which only made me hungrier in my own rite.
“Oh, he does,” I assured him as I gave the ground beef another hearty stir with the wooden spoon. “We know what he’s like, Lou. I promise you—this is the start of revealing the real Alex, the essence of who he is to the world.” I tapped the edge of the spoon against the edge of the pan. “Okay! Some sour cream out of the fridge and—soup is on, as they say.”
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