A/N Why did no one kick me when I posted this. Posted in 2010. 4 years and no one hit me.
I went through my old fics, sharing shameful beginner skills with my friends. I stumbled across this treasure of shame. Full of typos and grammar errors. No doubt I will still have missed a few.

I decided not to rewrite the entire thing. Just a few rephrasing here and there. Back then it was loved and I see no reason to change the entire thing.

-.^

''Nooo.'' Emil's wailing voice echoed through the house.

Emil had dropped a carton with milk, leading to small puddle of the white liquid was forming itself on the ground. Emil bent forward and picked the carton up. He sighed.
''So far no good...''

He walked over to the broom closet where he could find a mop. He had been planning on making a cake for Richter. After hearing Richter grumble on about numerous mistakes of coworkers, files gone missing, reports being filled in by ''incapable squirrel droppings of a human being'' and downright everything else that could go wrong, Emil had decided to take it upon him to cheer him up.

Of course dropping the milk wasn't very useful. He mopped up the milk and squeezed it out above the sink, then cleaned the and put it back in the closet. The amount of milk left should be just enough to finish the cake. He poured the remaining milk into the bowl and started to stir the mix, turning on the radio with his free hand. And humming along, allowing himself to indulge in his thoughts.

Emil was not the sort of person to do...certain things... others might consider could help. In the beginning, this had proved to lead to an adventure of trying to find out what he could do. It had took him several very embarrassing failures, but after numerous times where he felt cheering up was needed, he had come to the conclusion his best bet was to dive into the kitchen. Cooking dinner was no special feat- after all Richter was not allowed to. Baking a cake though, that was not something one makes daily. Unfortunately, their oven had combusted into flames the one time Richter did go into the kitchen, making it impossible for any cakes that required heat. Hence, the cheesecake.

His mind cut itself loose from the daydreaming. He looked at the pink substance, now all he had to do was pour it in the shape and let it stiffen in the fridge for at least 3 hours. By then he should have enough time to decorate it, completing it before Richter would come home. He looked at the strawberries placed next to him. Richter always loved those, especially covered in chocolate. Emil blushed at a certain memory and shook his head to remove the image from his mind.

While it should be more than fine, Emil was Emil, and he had not progressed this far with his cooking without absolutely making stirred once more to shake the mix up a bit, then placed the spoon he'd used for the stirring next to him on the kitchen table. Next he dipped his finger into the pink substance and brought it up to his mouth to taste it.

However, it seemed someone didn't agree with it.

The next thing Emil knew was that a hand grabbed his wrist, pulled it back and that something warm covered his finger. Emil quickly turned his head to find Richter standing there, his lips and tongue pressed against the finger in his mouth. Immediately Emil's face went red, while Richter maintained his ever stoic expression. When he opened his mouth, Emil finally found his voice again.

''Richter! W-what are yo-''

''They let me go early today.'' He grumbled and Emil had a faint suspicion that it wasn't as much of a let go, rather than a plea. ''So what's the reason for this?''

Emil original intention had been to ask ''What are you doing?'' But with Richter most intentions never went according to plan. Nevertheless the second question that had popped up in his mind was now answered.

''Uhm,well...''

''It tastes good, did you already try it?''

No because you just prevented me from doing so!

No way that Emil would be able to say something like that.
''Uhm, no not yet...''

Emil carefully pulled his hand back. Richter kept his eyes fixated at Emil's face, causing Emil's face to turn a somewhat darker shade of red. Emil couldn't stand these situations; Richter was very bold with these kind of things.

While trying to prevent his face from getting too flustered he turned his back to Richter, something that was never a very good idea, and dipped his finger in the mixture again, wary of the eyes glancing at his back. As quickly as possible he placed his finger in his own mouth and tasted it.

It was good, sweet enough and it seemed like he had stirred about just the right time.
His mind snapped back to reality when he felt Richter's chest pressing against his back and head and Richter's warm breath tickling his neck.

''Can I have another taste?'' Richter's voice made Emil wary, however Richter being so close to him made his knees buckle and his senses blurry.

''S-sure...''

Richter wasted no time and the next thing Emil's mind registered was that he was pressed on the kitchen table, Richter's weight pinning him down and their lips pressed together. Richter could taste the remaining on Emil's lips and he groaned, craving for more. He pressed his lips a bit harder on Emil's making Emil gasp. Richter took this moment to slip his tongue inside, tasting the lingering flavor of the mixture in Emil's mouth. Now satisfied he continued to play with Emil's tongue, whose face was now a very dark shade of red and though his eyes had widened to the size of plates, he now found himself closing his eyes and giving in to the sensation only Richter was able to give him.

Richter had cupped Emil's face with both hands, and while Emil had grabbed his wrists due to the shock, Emil now used his arms for support, placing them on the table. Richter pulled away and brought his mouth to Emil's neck, softly tracing the line under his jaw up to his ear.

''Emil?''

''Y-yes?''

''I think we should taste the rest upstairs...''