AN/ Two short one-shots that revolve around a kitchen :) No gramma check, I really couldn't proof-read it, (I always say this but I am more than serious this time- I am always serious tho) so my apologies beforehand. I hope you enjoy. First one revolves around Jazz' kitchen, second one around Aksel's. I am planning in more in-depth fics sometimes later on but I've been having stupid ideas that in no way can make a whole-ass fic, so I chose to make them super tiny shots. I mean they ARE pointless so…

Lol Hope you enjoy.

Kitchen

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Stew.

"Oh yes," he frowned poignantly, "going into the asylum's abandoned laboratory where three patients took their own lives a century ago is in fact Denis, a fabulous idea and there is no way it could possibly go wrong," Aksel huffed, "especially when the movie is named 'terror in the 4th laboratory'…." he grunted, "you stupid fucks."

"Who are you talking to?"

Aksel immediately flinched "shit!" composing as swift as possible, Aksel rapidly turned to look at the unexpected intruder, "I didn't hear you come?"

Jazz chuckled as he placed one occupied hand over his hip "Did I perhaps, scare you off?"

"No," Aksel denied as he grabbed the remote control and hastily turned the TV off, "Of course not."

Jazz raised an eyebrow, "I even left my shoes at the entrance," he pointed at the door's reception "I thought you heard me come."

"You surprised me, that's it." Aksel smirked seemingly undisturbed, he casually reached for the TV's remote control as if it suddenly turned interesting "When I was little I always wondered how these things looked for Chinese people. I mean, the numbers and stuff."

"Japanese," Jazz corrected, "asshole."

"Yeah," Aksel nodded, "same thing."

Jazz clicked his tongue jestingly, "hah, what a bitter jumpy bitch."

"I'd accept to be called a 'bitter surprised bitch' actually."

"Suit yourself," Jazz shrugged with a witty smile, he placed the groceries' bags on the living room's carpet "come see what I bought though, well-" he dropped the hefty bags just on his feet's level "with the money you gave me," Jazz sighed as he stretched his sore arm, "I freaking hope it suffices."

Aksel's eyes lit up and he finally stood from the couch. He left the control over the tiny coffee table and he walked towards Jazz to effortlessly lift the various bags. Aksel hummed thoughtfully as he superficially checked the goods inside the bags, "All nice chinchilla, but I don't see Perilla oil?"

Jazz stopped dead on his tracks "fuck me," he winced, almost face-palming "I really forgot about it."

Aksel sighed dismally as he placed every bag over the tiny kitchen's counter aisle "Aw fuck," he started taking the groceries out of their bags and carefully placed them over the granite barn "I'm afraid I can't do the pork stew you wanted then."

"Holy shit I fucked up."

Aksel quietly inspected everything that was placed over the stool, he pursed his lips and started thinking about recipes that could work with the materials they had, after hearing Jazz curse at himself for the fifth time, he finally turned around to face Jazz "Bingo!" he grinned, "I'll make pork chops in a raspberry sauce I think."

"Uh," Jazz smiled sheepishly, "I don't have raspberries? Plus isn't that an odd combination?"

"No it's not, it's actually an advanced cooking recipe and is very difficult and-" he frowned, "What is it that you did bring?"

"Everything for a pork stew…" Jazz scratched the back of his neck, "except for the oil you wanted, why can't you use the normal one?"

"Because the nutty spice is brought by the Perilla oil chinchilla," Aksel crossed his arms over his chest, "I just wouldn't dare to give you the tasteless kind of food you are used to by now."

Jazz growled "Then bake a pie, I don't know!"

"Chinchilla, you bought pork," Aksel explained "I don't like pork pies, how am I supposed to ignore that?" Aksel sighed dramatically.

"I would be okay with the normal stew."

"You'd be okay with trash chinchilla," Jazz' frown deepened, "Over my dead body you'll eat shit food from me Jaaz."

"Fuck you."

Giving Jazz his back, Aksel turned to face the aisle once again, his eyes quickly scanned the ingredients upfront, "I need ideas chinchilla."

"I barely know any advanced shitty recipes, so you can't count on me with that."

Aksel shook his head, "No, I mean… I'll do something more familiar to you, any suggestions?"

"Familiar? You mean as in…"

"Traditional," Aksel nodded, "I guess."

"Uh…" Jazz' voice uplifted as Aksel turned to look at him almost expectantly, "Maybe dumplings?"

"With pork?" Jazz slightly nodded, "Do you have scallions? Garlic?"

Jazz turned his attentive gaze at his fridge, "Perhaps? I would have to check?"

"Go on." Aksel sighed and leaned slightly on the counter, he smiled despite moving his head in negative, "I really didn't think you would be disorganized in anything."

Jazz chuckled as he opened the fridge, "I'll admit, I suck in the kitchen, I barely know what to do asides from some basic, traditional food but regardless," Jazz kneeled as he searched in one of the transparent counters for the vegetables Aksel asked, "It's very, very clean, at least give me that."

Aksel nodded, "If it was dirty I wouldn't be able to cook here."

Jazz finally reached for the garlics before straightening his pose, "Good to know. Alright,-" He sighed, "Scallions, garlics, what else?" He walked towards Aksel and handed the vegetables, "You want me to wash them?"

"Nah," Aksel inspected the spotless healthy vegetables, "They are fine," he smiled and he started listing with his fingers "I think I'll need cabbage, white pepper and ginger."

"I'm sure I have cabbage," Jazz grimaced as he continued, "I'm sure I don't have white pepper and ginger."

"Shit," Aksel's groaned, "I'll have to scream Jaaz."

"I'm pretty convinced you can crisp them without white pepper and ginger." Jazz' eyebrows creased, "Don't be so overly complicated. Just do them normally…"

"First off, flavor, secondly flavor and third my dear chinchilla; Flavor."

Jazz rolled up his eyes, "Have you realized how easier would it have been had we go to the grocery store an hour ago? Instead of all this useless chatter I mean."

"That's a no." Aksel frantically shook his head, "I'd rather order some food."

"Come on," Jazz elbowed him slightly, "It can be like a fun date."

"Meh."

"Aksel!" Jazz demanded, this time his eyes glowed warningly "You are the laziest fuck in the world, I already went by my own-"

"And who screwed it up and forgot the oil?" Aksel grinned peevishly, he placed an index finger over Jazz' chest "You silly rodent."

Jazz pouted in aggravation "fuck off."

"Come here," Aksel wrapped his arms around Jazz' waist and cushioned him close to his chest, "I can do stew alright. But grocery store first."

Jazz nodded, his hands tightened more steadily around Aksel's torso and he suddenly felt thankful Aksel ignited the embrace, in moments where he lashed at the ginger, he always found himself yearning to at least be understood in not a hostile way and luckily and as countless other times, Aksel seemed to understand it without a second thought "m'kay…" Jazz closed his eyes, he was actually eager to go to the grocery store with Aksel, "Also… the change is over the counter."

"No it's fine, you keep it."

Jazz moved his head in negative, "Hell no dude, it's about ¥4,500 (Approximately $40.00)"

"But Jaaz~" Aksel kissed the top of his head, "I don't need it."

"Well," Jazz sighed and breathed in Aksel's million dollar fragrance, "we can use it to buy the Perilla Oil."

"Yes, that's fine," Aksel suddenly seemed to squeeze him, "But you'll go alone."

Jazz frowned.

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"I'm fucking pissed, leave me alone." His amber-shaded eyes were glossy yet too prevailing to surrender, Aksel was thoroughly impressed, Jazz seemed pretty feeble underneath his gawking gaze, 'in such a state' Aksel reminded himself- yet this venom-eyed half-demon's aura seemed to shamelessly resemble a sturdy monolith- in a good way of course.

He couldn't help but want to devour him slowly but as hard as his fangs could manage.

Aksel reached down to run his fingers over Jazz' red cheek, "Aksel!" the other firmly swatted his hand away "Fuck off!" he mumbled through fevered lips, Aksel chuckled and grabbed Jazz' face forcefully up, making their foreheads touch and as if Jazz wasn't already drowning in ill-rooted temperature, his cheeks managed to heat all the much more.

"Make me Jaaz~"

Jazz grunted, his eyelids felt mid-fast in cross warning, "I'm dead serious." His fingers twisted on Aksel's shoulders only to fail in his capricious attempt at pushing Aksel away, "I'm pissed, better leave me the fuck alone."

Aksel's lips upturned, their breaths mingled dangerously close "Are you for real?"

"Hell fucking yes."

"Well, well" Aksel broke the closeness, finally stepping away from Jazz, who was sitting on a high-seated chair behind the kitchen's counter stool, with various chopped red fruits in a pastry platter and an unfinished bowl of a wan looking oatmeal, "We can't fix that now can we?"

"Fix it or I'll be even more pissed."

"I'm speaking about your little attitude Jaaz."

"Fuck you, I'm not. Fucking fix my phone you dickhead,"

"I can't Jaaz," Aksel explained, lighthearted cynicism dripped from his perfect smile, "Your phone's settings, wallpaper and more are now irreversibly Pusheen-themed," He shrugged, "Upgrade phone," he looked at Jazz' phone in between his hands. The screen-shattered phone was offered before by Jazz' obstinate plea to fix what Aksel seemed to ruin.

In Jazz' defense- the basic looking and average size smartphone was functional enough to function as that- a basic technology tool that he never used too often anyways. Now Aksel happened to be a technology person himself and much to Jazz' vexingness, being bedridden for the last two days, having taken Aksel's offer to take care of him, lodging him in one of his mansion's bedrooms and being well- physically weak, wasn't enough to be immune to Aksel's tasteless jokes.

Less if Aksel looked at him from up the advantage point that was computational information. Aksel could sometimes be- detestable.

From Jazz' point of view, out of the blue, Aksel literally and very seemingly ruined Jazz' phone just for the moment's self-indulged laughs.

Aksel beamed cheerfully. he handed and placed almost carefully the phone inside Jazz' palm "Here silly, take it with care. You can still get used to the settings the way they are."

"Sounds easy dickhead, I can't even find shit in here." Jazz frowned again as he threw the phone away from his own grasp, "Fucking asshole."

"But Jaaz~" Aksel grabbed it back again.

"Fucking what?"

"It's you Jaaz~" He showed the screen to Jazz and pointed at a Pusheen cat holding a chocolate bar in the wallpaper lock, "Jaaaz~"

"How bothersome for fuck's sake."

Almost ignoring the last jab, Aksel sited the phone down and then placed his chin over his hand as his elbow supported his stance, Aksel's aura kept unaffectedly jovial and breezy "Points aside, can I tell you something?"

"No, I'm hella pissed."

"You look beautiful." He smiled calmly and for a flask second, very away from the insufferable jokes that irked Jazz, -and much to Jazz' irritation, Aksel was still undoubtedly the only living being capable to fluster him as if he was a pre-teen with confidence issues, more than sometimes it was an issue that played against him, especially if he wanted to look dangerous "If you promise me it isn't contagious then I will kiss you right now." A unique power so to say.

"First off, fuck that dog, second- fuck you I look terrible, it is disgustingly contagious. What did you even expect?"

"It's a cat Jaaz~" From the other side of the counter stool but still near enough to hover upfront, Aksel pointed down at Jazz' unfinished dinner, "It's terrible that you haven't finished your bowl even after I was careful enough to chop some fresh fruits for you- but what's more tragic is that you'd even think Pusheen was a dog-" He shook his head, "Unbelievable."

"I'm full," Jazz' eyes rolled up, "and I liked it. So stop whining."

"That's not convincing," Aksel trailed off, "I actually put so much effort in that meal," he raised both eyebrows almost daringly, "I will have to take on a little revenge."

"What for," Jazz scowled, "That's so fucking random, I said I liked it and fuck you; it's only oatmeal cereal, what in the actual fuck."

Aksel placed the phone away and patiently carried the white bowl and the pastry platter away to put it on the sink, "I'll have them wash these later." He turned again and walked all the way around the stool to hug Jazz, who was still sitting- from behind.

Jazz closed his eyes, half in irritation and half from the sprinkling sensation of Aksel's mouth brushing against his ear, his lips kissed firmly enough to have him shivering "ugh, fuck you…" He mumbled and Aksel's mouth parted down on his neck, lapping his tongue warmly on a very delicate spot.

Jazz' hands fisted inside the oversized sleeves of Aksel's borrowed pajama and a tiny shot of electricity ran down his shoulders blades as Aksel kissed and mouthed the good spots that were not supposed to be touched when he felt so defenseless and sick. His lips parted to silently gasp when Aksel's right hand sneaked underneath the cotton clothing.

"Wait, no" Jazz tried to wiggle out of Aksel's overpowering embrace, only to miserably fail and messily find himself releasing some pressure as Aksel's other hand groped inside his crotch. He groaned and without further trashing, his head moved to open space for Aksel's wet kisses. It felt good, his body could not keep him from wanting what Aksel was giving him.

Aksel gave him a playful yet lascivious bite to which he responded with a soft sigh. Aksel's free hand wandered up to softly rub on his lover's pink buds, the skin underneath his fingertips was smooth and it's fevered temperature still reminded him that he had to be more careful with Jazz. The hand that was inside Jazz' pants, gently pressed the growing erection without actually acknowledging its' heated need to be languidly stroked.

"ah… shit."

Aksel could not tell what sparked that last shiver that he could tell was traveling down Jazz' spine, it could have been the way his tongue lapped on his earlobe, the stimulation his fingers were causing over his nipples, the way he was teasing the tip of his lover's member with his thumb or his own painful erection rubbing roughly against Jazz' clothed bottom.

Whatever it was, it was also making him lost control of his senses and he could not allow that to happen.

"That's…" he gasped with self-forced will to unglue his own incensed body from Jazz' already scorching one, "That's my fucking vengeance."

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"…You first ruin my phone, you dare to enrage me enough to stop eating and you even have the audacity to take vengeance on me? By turning me on?" Jazz cleared his throat, "Well, fuck you, you'll regret it." Jazz huffed, still trying to regain his composure "Later, I have to go to the fucking bathroom."

"Oh? Is that a threat or a promise?" Aksel leered as he leaned on the counter stool's border, his poise was too gallantly victorious to have an erection constricted by a pair of black jeans, "Bring it on then"

"I said I'll take on my vengeance later," Jazz stood up from his seat, indisputably bothered by all the ruffling stimulation from before "I'm telling you, mark my words, I'll make you regret my phone's death and the rest even more. But for today, all I'm gonna say is- thanks for the food and goodnight asshole. I need to fucking go."

"…'aight silly," as Jazz turned to walk away, Aksel's hand grabbed the back hem of Jazz' pants and forced him to seat right on top of his bulge, the shivers returned in a warmer tone, successfully stopping him from going anywhere. Aksel whispered "I love you," behind all the scheming lust that shaded his eyes and his actions, Jazz was certain that Aksel meant it in the most genuine way possible. The redhead once again brushed his lips against Jazz' ear "I really do."

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Jazz chuckled, every delightful sensation returned and he resolved that he could always excuse the impossibly bright red on his cheeks as part of the illness. "You just earned your dick a good fucking ride."

Aksel's lips uplifted in a devious smirk "Is that an excuse to get fucked?"

"Hell fucking yes, I'm so fucking horny it's almost gross."

"But I'm gonna get sick Jaaz~"

Jazz smirked, he bit his lips seductively and pressed his bottom harder down his lover "Well that's my fucking revenge," his hand went behind him to enclose Aksel's head closer, making his lover's lips kiss his neck again, "ugh and I'm going to fucking enjoy it."

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AN/ Some silly fluff kitchen stuff.

Till next time

Batya000