A/N: this is based off the ep. where Giricco and Justin say 'I'll screw you for sure' at the same time.
Title: Ill Screw You For Sure
Rating: T
Warnings: OOC
Disclaimer: I don't own any Soul Eater character but the plot is mine
Beta: I'll up that version later
Seventeen year old Justin law glanced up from the basket of mangos he was inspecting and chuckled. Giricco ducked behind a vender to shield himself unsuccessfully. How long had it been since the man found his home here in England, five, maybe six months. Turning back to his mangos he tried to ignore the mans hard look. After picking his mangos he crossed to where Giricco was crouched. The man looked up at him dumbfounded, "help me with this and ill give you a mango." Justin said smiling, "maybe even dinner."
"dinner." Giricco's mouth watered. He'd been following Justin around so long he hadn't had the chance to steal some lunch. Justin held out his bag and Giricco took it glaring, "fine but after that I'll screw you for sure!"
Justin chuckled, "all right if you say so." Justin said heading to another vender.
And Giricco followed, to every vender and all the mini marts, holding bags and pushing carts, "what are ya making?" he asked when they reached the priest boys home.
"Shrimp etouffee," Justin said smiling broadly. "A dish I learned from the southern parts of north America." Giricco nodded impressed and sat on the high stool of Justin's breakfast bar and watched the teen cook. An hour later after a light snack and good conversation the meal was complete. Setting a plate before Giricco, Justin smiled and poured the man some red wine, "bon appetite."
Giricco's mouth watered when the smells of the home made meal hit his senses. Quickly grabbing the provided fork he dug in, gulping down glasses of wine. Justin chuckled, making the elder man look up blushing lightly, "wha?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Justin said grinning and handing Giricco a napkin, "don't rush either, theirs plenty more where that came from."
Giricco sat up straighter, "right of course Father." Between mouth fulls Giricco studied the teen. For as long as he had been stalking him he'd never seen him without his skull head phones and now while making him dinner he had removed them. It was almost as if they could now have a real conversation, not a one sided one. When he finished he sat his fork down and cleared his throat, "thank you father, for the food."
Justin grinned, "Its no problem," picking up the wine bottle up he poured the last into Giricco's glass, "it's just nice to have a guest for dinner instead of eating alone."
Giricco blushed and stood, "right, well I think its time to go."
"I'll walk you out." slipping his headphone back in his ears Justin walked his guest to his front door "tomorrow then." Justin said smiling
"Tomorrow." Giricco walked off his porch and looked back as Justin was closing his door, "hey! I forgot something!"
"Forgot?"
Jogging back onto the porch, Giricco pulled Justin out his house and kissed his cheek, "almost forgot.'
"Good thing you remembered," Justin mumbled looking up at the man. "Really good."