A/N hello anyone reading this, thank you so much for reading, please review! I know it's not the best but it's my first fic so take it easy :L don't worry I'm good with constructive criticism! It's just a little Chryed story, takes place 3 years after they get together but they're still in Christian's flat :) thank you! :) JCxxx * I think theses get called 'domestic fics'*

/ I have updated this chapter and made a very small change, instead of having no orange juice they now have no coffee and have to drink tea, which is very un-chryed in my opinion, (:L) So nothing very interesting but I thought I'd tell you all anyway /

"Chris-t-ian!" Syed wined.

"What?" He replied from the bed, his head propped up by his hand. He was unable to help his eyes from glowing as they ran up and down Syed's naked body.

"We've got no coffee.. Or shirts!" turning to glace at Christian he noticed the how dark his eyes were, he pulled on jeans self-conscious.

His arm dropped and he thudded down onto the bed, "Ugh, sorry Sy… you've just been keeping me a little busy that's all, it's not my fault it's so tempting." He smiled seductively.

Syed knew what he wanted.

"No, Christian." He felt his lips curve as he turned to make the tea- the only thing they had enough left off to drink, "where are you putting all our food? I've been to the Minute Mart so much Patrick is sick of me!" he was hopelessly trying to change the subject, or to put Christian off.

He turned after feeling Christian being there, behind him, but he hadn't realised just how close he was - his breath quickly turned more ragged as he began to react to his lover's body pressing up against him.

"Come back to bed Syed." He whispered his breath washing over Syed face making it hard for him to focus on anything but Christian's body heat engulfing him in their own little bubble. Their own private world that no-one could break into. The happiest time of their lives, when they were together.

Syed could still remember when he had thought they were wrong. When he had tried to cure himself, when Allen his therapist had told him that in order to get over Christian he would have to make love to another man. In Allen's point of view, Syed needn't look any further than Allen himself and that was when, repulsed, Syed rushed out the room with no plans to return.

"Christian…" Syed moaned he tried to shove himself away from Christian's grasp thinking hard about work and how late he'd be if he let his boyfriend get his way, he failed only making the arms around him crush tighter together, "how can you still want sex?" he turned in Christian's embrace back to the tea, "you succeeded in making sure I got absolutely no sleep at all last night." He could feel Christian kissing lightly at his neck.

"I didn't hear you complaining, not once Syed Masood." He slowly moved his hands down to his boyfriends belt and began to undo it pulling him away from the mugs of tea and into the bedroom, "We don't even drink tea Sy. So be good, and come with me…"

Syed groaned inwardly wanting so badly to let Christians hand remain pulling him onto the bed but he knew even then, work would still be waiting, and Christian's first client was at 9 and if he got his way, he knew that this client would be cancelled and Syed would find himself calling in sick for the third day in a row.

It was a few minutes before Syed realised Christian had simply been staring at him lying naked beside him in the bed. He looked up it to his lovers deep emerald eyes, entwining their legs as he did, "I love you Christian," he said, "and because you love me too your going to stop trying to seduce me-"

"Not trying; I'm winning here Syed and you know it. I have seduced you." he corrected.

He continued ignoring his partners interruption, "because you love me, you're not going to let me get into trouble with the boss-" he was silence with a long passionate kiss which stopped him even trying to struggle away from the man sharing his bed.

Christian was happy with the way his life was going; he was now able to wake up to the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever laid eyes on sleeping next to him. He had really never loved anything more than he loved Syed. He didn't think anyone could. After everything they had been through together he knew it had all been worth it, but what was best was that he knew Syed thought so too. He told him, which had been a big stepping stone in their relationship, after 3 years they knew everything about each together and Syed was even willing to display many, many public affections. They had gone through many fights and lots of tears to get there but in the end it had all worked out. Two half's became a whole.

"I love you Sy." He murmured against his lips.

Syed re-opened his eyelids and his breath caught in his throat fr the second time as he caught a glimpse of his entire world and its deep beauty.

His love for this man was beyond what he ever could have dreamed his heart to be capable of. He smiled contently to himself and was unable to resist kissing the magnificence that was Christian Clarke, he wrapped his hands around Christians neck gently stroking his ears. He decided with all the self control he could muster at one final try of getting to work, he began his sentence again for the third time, "because you love me, you won't let Mr O'Connell shout at me for being late."

Christian pouted, "I think I'd be able to deal with him, if you got into too much trouble." He crushed his lips down onto Syed his hands creating a cage he could never escape from, and soon enough, Syed gave up and he was all his.

He repeated his affectionate words again, "I love you Sy."

The reply he got was one that made his heart thump and his stomach flip, "I love you too Clarkey. Marry me?"

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