Title: Octopus
Word Count: 598
Prompt: Children
Warnings: BL, slight innuendo.
Summary: Meaningless banter. An awkward moment. And someone sure is picky today.
Disclaimer: Guy wants to kill Asch, 'nuff said.
He had a tendency of erupting into fits of frustration; the trait resembled that of a seven year old. Guy saw no flaw in the former heir, save for the fiery temper. In fact, it was found to be quite endearing.
Over the years, Asch had created a barrier between himself and others. To a passerby he was calculating and collective. There wasn't a hint of disorder anywhere. Professionalism backed up his reputation, thus few dared to approach him.
Never had Guy ever witnessed such raw emotion than when Asch was flung about in a rage. He knew it to be rare: the fervor, not so much the act, and right now he was caught up in yet another outburst.
"I don't recall placing you in charge of my diet, Guy." Guy stared at the contents upon the young man's plate. Frankly he saw nothing wrong with the dish.
Calmly he replied, "You didn't tell me what to make." That was the honest truth and nothing but the truth.
Silverware clattered upon the table. The likelihood of a brawl kept escalating bit by bit. "Get those hideous creatures out of the food!" An eight-legged morsel found its way upon the prong of Asch's fork. He found the immense willpower not to holler bloody murder.
Three simple words: "Just eat it." Asch nearly lunged for his neck.
Guy chuckled. "Is the great Asch the Bloody afraid of a little octopus?" The two found themselves in a staring - well, one was glaring - contest. In one corner, the flippant observer and the other furious source of entertainment. Guy poked at his food and watched as his companion fumed.
Asch finally opted to void the challenge; his concentration broke for a split second. Deep breaths. He reopened his eyes. Coolly he hissed, "Of course not. Your taste is as disgusting as ever."
No longer able to prolong the inevitable taunt, Guy's lips curved into a smirk. "You mean my taste in food?"
At that Asch felt the need to bellow to be understood, "Your taste in everything!" His face was a vibrant red, fit to match his locks.
Guy grinned wider as he answered, "Funny you should mention that."
Asch snarled, "Oh, I wasn't the only one amused?" A 'sarcasm puddle' slowly began to collect at the base of his feet. Although the question was meant to be rhetorical, Guy never ignored an opportunity.
"Asch, I don't find you disgusting at all," he cooed.
There was a much needed pause. The two engaged in another staring contest, but this one involved an entirely new set of emotions. One's confusion took note of another's understanding. Asch broke off the bond; he looked away in shame. He seemed so very vulnerable.
Guy didn't have nor need the pride to take advantage of such a situation. A smile graced his lips.
Asch murmured, "What…? What are you trying to say?"
"That I like men."
The expression that followed was priceless. Asch imitated the classic deer-in-the-headlights perfectly. Guy contemplated whether he should've left Asch like that. He decided it was for the better not to.
The normally articulate god-general found himself stumbling upon simple words, "W-well, that much was obvious, given…" He swallowed the words his mind couldn't form.
"So, if I were to tell you that I liked you, what would you say?"
Asch snapped, "I'm not saying anything!" Guy simply had to smile. "Hmph. Don't give me that look. You're such a kid."
"Really now? Then would you be willing to take care of me?"
Suffice to say, supper was never finished.