Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Mello, Near
Warnings: Little boys kissing...
Notes: Thanks to yoyo_illuser for beta-edit!
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The Chocolate boy never quite liked the Robot boy.
Robot boy speaking in that computed monotonic delivery of "Yes, thank you.", "No, thank you." and the occasional "Roger, it's not his fault." constantly made Chocolate boy heated up. No, he did not melt. He would not allow himself to go soft and gooey and made things messy. Good chocolate does not melt easily and it would even savor the heat.
Robotic actions consisting of 'Clack, clack, clack...' completed the blank puzzle and 'Fwap!' restarted it. 'Tock, tock, tock' and all the wooden blocks build up to a small building. 'Clank, clank, CLANG!!!' down went Optimus Prime and the little toy duck managed a miserable 'Quack, quack, QUACK-' before getting drowned.
Robot boy always kept himself busy. Chocolate boy found it annoying.
One day, Chocolate boy wanted to make sure Robot boy would be busier.
By giving the puzzle a kick. Sending a football flying to the wooden blocks. Dismantling the leader of the Autobots. Hiding the miserable toy duck in his pocket...
"Roger, it's not his fault."
Robot boy had meant it, with all his toys and heart to boot.
The old geezer had his doubts, as always.
"I hate you!"
Chocolate boy cried, ran for his room and flopped onto his cold, cold bed. His hand reached into his pocket and squeezed the toy duck. 'More chocolate will make me feel better.' Or so he thought, but remained in that position till small hours crept in.
'Knock knock knock.' made Chocolate boy snapped out of his endless thoughts and the toy duck fell to the ground. With groggy eyes and mind in a half-dream state, he opened the door and cold blue eyes poured into his. Chocolate boy made no indication for him to leave and the pair of cold blue eyes smiled at him.
"Skipping dinner is not good and you left your chocolate at the playroom. It had melt-"
Silence consumed the room before that sentence completed.
Chocolate boy felt drums beating against his chest and a rush of cold shot up, making him shudder. Strange was how his trembling lips felt warm when pressed against the soft lips of another. And his left hand went onto a warm back, his right caressing soft white hair. Then, with no attempted struggle or push-away, he felt the other kiss back, a little slow and really gentle.
"I hate you." was breathed in between the innocent kiss, somewhat dreamy, somewhat bittersweet.
"You taste chocolaty." was blatant enough and made the Chocolate boy giggled.
"I still hate you."
Does it really matter?
"You still taste chocolaty."
"How chocolaty?"
"Seven percent."
The remaining ninety three percent are puzzles waiting to be explored.
Chocolate boy broke the kiss and gently pushed Robot boy onto the cold, cold bed. Confusion, awkward hugs, tangled limbs and more experimental kisses later, the Chocolate boy and his Robot boy fell into a deep slumber of jumbled bliss.
Then silence, and owls, and early birds later, the warm, warm bed laid only the Chocolate boy. His Robot boy nowhere to be seen and the toy duck remained on the ground.