Heine Kenzo is a criminal with a major sweet tooth. Even though he's on the run from the government and his face is in all the newspapers he still waltzes into sugar stores like he was a normal everyday customer.
One day an undercover agent catches him in one of the local candy store. What happens when the agent hesitates to turn Heine into the government.
1. Try to keep spelling correct.
2. No text talk LOL WTF AFK and BRB are Okay
3. MATURE writers! There WILL be hints of sex at one point and cursing.
4. Don't curse every other word. Hidan is an exception because he curses every other word in the anime.
5. PLEASE no one liners I want at least a paragraph (6 to 7 REAL sentences)
6. OK seeing as people want to bug me about it there will be no DIRECT sex. Just Twilight style where they go from making-out to naked the next morning.
Volker took a moment to think on this fully… and shook his head. Not really going to question it. As he stood up from his own seat, wanting to follow the blonde and see where he was heading. Coming into the living room, he more just stood in the door way quietly, and blinked few times seeing as Heine more so comfortably just took most his clothes off. He shook his head more violently this time, some how feeling embarrassed, well his face felt warm at that point so he needed to do something. Last think he wanted to end up doing was blushing, he wasn’t the one taking his clothes off in a stranger’s house, so why be embarrassed right.
Getting his composure back once more, he walked over to the end table, grabbing the television remote. “Not much, just the usual channels, I don’t watch too much TV…” he admitted with a small grin. Tossing Heine the remote. As he slipped off his red jacket, placing it on the arm of the couch. Leaving himself in his plain black t-shirt, and the rest of his clothes. He wasn’t planning on taking anything off, especially with a guest like (I him). He plopped down on one end of the couch, still not liking his personal bubble being popped, he would keep his distance. More watching the television, seeing what Heine was going to change it too exactly. This was going to be a long night. (I It’s the weekend tomorrow too…) he thought with a nod. He would get a break, so that meant more time to keep his eye on the blonde.
Heine shoved a piece of pineapple into his mouth and tilted his head back. "Well I guess you could call me crazy." He said slowly and stood up. "My family was never very sane when it came to men." He said flatly and walked into a random room to his right.
He glanced around the room. This looked like the living room so he quickly made himself at home by striping down to his boxers. He threw the cloths onto the couch and flopped down in front of the TV.
"Hey what channels do you have?" He asked and glanced around the room for the remote. He licked his lips and scratched the back of his head.
[ It's alright lol I still think you're doing okay ]
Volker did say much else, as he just seemed to nibble on a piece of apple. Until he was asked a question. Shoving the rest of the fruit in his mouth as he thought on that. Hooking a finger under the chocker around his neck, and pulling gently on it nervously. “Um, well, I believe you… somewhat, I just thought I could give you a chance to see if you were really much of a killer or not.” he said honestly. Glancing away over at the wall as he spoke, and holding the end of his seat. Exhaling calmingly as he made sure to get his composure back. He didn’t know what it was, but it was really bugging him how Heine kept invading his space. Looking to him somewhat stern, but didn’t put on the façade that well.
“M-my turn now,” he said, stumbling a bit. Cursing his tongue for twisting itself. “If you are not the killer, what are you then? Besides a candy-loving freak…” he said chuckling. Trying to think up some examples. “So are you sociopath, schizo, friendly neighbour Spiderman…” he trailed off. Well, good enough to get to know each right? Might actually distract Heine for a while to keep to himself, and away from him. Taking some more fruit as he waited, and getting a stem-less cherry. Besides, when was the last he let a “criminal” into his house, right?
"Good point fruit is better for you." He smirked as Volker ducked away from him. He fallowed him and snatched an orange slice from the bowl. "Oh goodies sliced fruit, how queer." He murmured with a slight chuckle and popped the fruit into his mouth. It was sweet but had a tinge to it. Over all good, so he didn't complain.
"Oi luv why didn't you turn me in?" He asked after popping a grape into his mouth. He quietly waited for an answer. Heine chewed up the grape and leaned closer to Volker, taking in the smell of his clothes. It was a nice smell, almost like car freshener. He must have been on the look out.
(Sorry for the shortness but my posts get shorter and shorter as I go LOL)
Volker was wanting to shy away from him again, as he was stepping closely into his bubble space once more, but he didn’t want to make it awkward either. So he just kept focused on what he was doing. Sure he noticed the slight accent of Heine’s, but wouldn’t question it. Why would he? Not like he sounded non-foreign himself. “It’s Volker, my name that is. And yeah I would like it if you stopped calling me that, for once.” he murmured. Furrowing his brow for a moment as he glanced to the older male, giving a short glare, before looking back to searching for food.
“Ummm… okay, uh, well do you want some fruit salad, I made it… never really ate it though…” he said quietly. Leaning into the fridge slightly to grab the fairly large bowl. Stripping the plastic wrap off it. “Fruit is sweet… and probably better for you.” he added. Ducking away from Heine as he went to a different draw in the kitchen, and getting out two forks. Trying to put on a lop-sided grin to cover up his sheepishness. Though, taking it over to the small table over to the other side of the kitchen, and sat down in a chair.
“Besides, you can tell how bad it tastes…” he stated with somewhat of a chuckle following after his words. He didn’t completely think he was a bad cook, but it was chopping up a few fruits… which wasn’t difficult. Still, he tried to still keep the more aura light.
Heine smirked at how the younger man responded, just like his former lover. So shy and cute but still topped him like a real man. But he was shunning him and left him for another man.
He put his attention on the other man and walked to where ha had gone. "Something sweet if you can, luv." And with that sentence his British slipped through a bit. But he paid no mind to it as he draped another arm over the man and popped his sucker again. "So whats your name? Or shall I continue to call you babysitter?" Again far to British for his liking but it was who he was and didn't care what others thought.
Heine sighed and leaned back with his hand on his hips. He liked it here it was, homier, if you would say that word, than his other house.
Volker just tensed a bit as he stood there, more so not expecting it. Blinking a few times over to exactly process why Heine exactly was invading his personal space. Some how not minding the tone of voice either, just more getting in his space was what really got to him. "Alright then, food it is." he said, somewhat staticly. As he backed up himself; taking Heine's arms off his shoulders.
Well, he wasn't sure if the blonde was trying to just annoy him or was just normally friendly. Either way, he brought him in the house, he was going to have to deal. So, Volker made his way quickly into the kitchen, and took to going to the fridge first thing. Only sighing, as he did forget to ask. Not sure if Heine had followed him in or not. "What do you want to eat?!" he holldered a bit loudly, but seemed to quiet down a the end of it.
Heine smirked and rubbed his wrists as the cuffs were removed. The car ride was more that awkward, it was creepy. But alas the man had done the right thing by not turning him in. This made Heine believe that this man was a new friend of some fore. Even if he was kinda tall, and with the government.
But no matter who or what he was he was still a babysitter. Heine smirked and walked over to where the man was. He draped his arms around the slightly taller mans shoulders and whispered into his ear. "Of coarse all I've had for the past week is candy." He whispered in his most sadistic voice.
[ Lol okay ;] have fun~ ]
Volker didn’t respond, right now. He didn’t know where to go. (I Go where ever… where do I really want to go right now.) he thought. Nodding to himself as he lifted his head up and ad drove out of the parking spot, and on the streets. Only a few blocks away, he was glad for that. Get some peace. It was an awkward car ride, because he didn’t say a word all the way, but not to where it was expected. Pulling up into a drive way, and turning off the car quickly and grabbing his keys, getting out; pulling Heine with him. Before closing the car door shut. Shaking his head as he shivered again. He liked winter, but this cold was ridiculous. Leading the way up to the door of the house, his house, his home. He wasn’t sure what to do, so this was his next best bet. He wasn’t sure what Heine thought, but he didn’t care either. He wasn’t at prison so that alone might make him happy. Opening the door, and stepping inside. He gave a light exhale. Feeling the warmth of the house. Closing the front door quickly as Heine came in as well.
Now, Volker glanced to the blonde with somewhat of a sheepish grin. “Cold out, huh?” he questioned. Going off the topic that he just brought a criminal into his house… and that he was suppose to bring him in, that didn’t mean his home. Placing his car keys on a hook near the door, and getting out another key. Undoing the cuffs on both of them, letting Heine be free to roam where he pleased. “You hungry?” he asked lightly. Now, the German was offering food to a criminal… this was going to be great to explain later. He couldn’t turn him in now, unless he did turn out to be a killer like they said…
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