Disclaimer: I don't own Alfredo or Anton Ego, despite how much I would love to.
A/N: I sat down to write and this came out… it wasn't my intention at all, I swear! It took a total of maybe ten minutes to write, it's only a page long, but I've never felt so ashamed of a single page in my entire life. Am I a bad person:P
Overwhelmed by pleasure, Alfredo nearly fell to the floor. But he was able to steady himself and watched through half opened eyes as Anton Ego's expression changed from a deviant's to a professional's. Anton carefully swished the fluid around his mouth, testing it as he would a top quality wine. His eyes were pensive, looking up at Alfredo's grinning face but not really seeing the young man who sat before him. In that moment, as it always was when Anton tasted something new, all that existed in the world was flavor.
Alfredo felt somewhat ashamed; he could only imagine how terrible it could taste. He leaned over, nearly tumbling off his chair, in order to grab the nearby trash can. But when he offered it to Anton, the older man simply shook his head and smiled.
Then he swallowed.
"Don't be so modest, Alfredo," Anton said as he got to his feet. He helped Alfredo stand and then pulled up the younger man's underwear and pants, his face as solemn as it always was. "I've had much worse at some of the garbage dumps they call restaurants these days. You might even want to put it on the menu."
Alfredo blushed heavily. "Heheh… um… I don't think many people would like seeing… well… you know… on the menu…"
"It's true; most people's tastes are not as refined as mine. They can't appreciate it as I do," Anton replied. He kissed Alfredo briefly on the mouth, an action that turned the younger man's legs to jelly and he collapsed back into his chair, beaming like an idiot. "I expect you to serve me this again one day. Quite soon, hopefully. And I'll assume you won't need a rat's help to make it."
Alfredo, slumped in his chair like a drunkard - but drunk on love, as opposed to alcohol - hid his bright pink face behind his arms. Anton waved goodbye and stepped outside of Alfredo's office, already craving more and feeling certain the younger man felt the same.