A/N-I do not own any of these characters. The idea however is mine. It was inspired in part by my sister's unpublished Taste Tester story. This story involves a whole shit load of slash/yaoi. Don't like, don't fuckin read. It's that simple. This story will also end up with weight gain for one of the many characters. It has lots of chubbiness for my sister. I wrote this for her, after all. There will probably be sex. Deal with it. You don't like some of the above, don't read it.

I dedicate this story to my sister, Kira Kei Jinx.

The walk to the Freemans' house had always been a long one, despite only being a few houses down the block. For some odd reason, whenever Caesar headed towards that pretty house, the sidewalk extended itself until the path was three times as long and he spent at least what felt like a year heading over. He hadn't really felt that way when he'd first met his best mate, the oh so slightly insane, highly paranoid Huey. Then, suddenly, he'd blush as he stepped off the front door and his heart fluttered as he walked over. He often stopped to catch his breath or work up the courage if he was planning a surprise visit; he wasn't dumb enough to do such a thing if summoned. Even if the visit was just a one liner joke, two second moment between the two, Caesar had to stop to control his giggling or rid himself of the redness in his cheeks. His smile would form on it's own every time, no matter the reason he was going over.

That day was no different. He left his porch after waiting half an hour for his revolutionary to come marching up, probably half way into a rant and livid with passion. After a few minutes, Caesar had expected a phone call asking for a change of plans. He was used to that sort of thing. Huey often got tied up reading or protesting or simply couldn't get out the front door. Yet, the call had never come. Thus, the clown decided he ought to go check on him, just to make sure the freak hadn't gone and gotten himself killed somehow. The block lengthened with every step, the heat becoming unbearable. He felt his face flushing red and a smile snaked it's way onto his full face as he trooped past house after house.

Caesar had known he was gay for the past eight years. He'd figured it out his first Christmas in Woodcrest, when he was ten. He'd gone over to the Freemans once done with opening presents. He'd had a great laugh with the boys, whom were trying out their grandfather's new golf club by cracking it upside anything fragile. At least, that's what the youngest, Riley, had been doing. Caesar had nearly gotten his head taken off as he ducked by to find Huey curled up by the fire with a book.

The moment had been what some would call awakening. It was like a spark went off inside him at the second Huey raised up his head a quarter of an inch and blinked in that way he did when he took in every aspect of what he was looking at; a trait of a true swordsman. The warm light from the flames caught in his brown eyes like the fire of his soul. Shadows had been cast over part of his body, casting him in the darkness of his misery. His Afro shook slightly from the motion, before settling perfectly back into place. The blanket wrapped around his shoulders had slipped down just a bit, revealing the lightly purple shirt that graced his toned body. The book had tilted a fraction, an action that signaled that Huey acknowledged his presence. Every thing about that second held the grace that the older boy held himself with.

To say Caesar had fallen in love would be the understatement of the year. He'd choked, his body had tightened, and the world flipped upside down. An animal inside him rose up and dared him to jump that beauty and take him right there. Of course, at only a mere ten, he'd suppressed the urge and just grinned as he waved dumbly. His friend never noticed the dramatic shift within him. He's launched right into his raves, rising up and leading the way to his bedroom as his brother went nuts in the kitchen while his Granddad grabbed the belt.

The following eight years had been full to bursting with moments similar to that. The younger of the two just couldn't help himself. He often ended up daydreaming about that forceful, arrogant boy storming into his room at night and ravishing his body from dusk until dawn. The fantasies had given way to masturbation and stealing pictures of the boy to keep in a picture book. Eventually, Caesar had grown tired of sleeping alone when he wanted to be with Huey. Even spending the night became annoying, as Huey shared a room with Riley. As the thug didn't have a social life due to severe antisocial habits and even worse punishments, he was a constant factor. There could be no sudden spur of sexual passion between the sheets with him jumping around with pent up rage, screaming rap lyrics at the top of his voice. So, Caesar suffered furiously, thrashing around in his twin, listening to the shrieking and gun blasts from down the block while wishing he was being taken by his angry best friend.

It became too much for the never very subtle clown. He'd started to drop hints like no one's business. He flirted mercilessly with the stone faced leftist. There were passes made from the casual 'you look pretty sexy in that shirt' to ' lets take a shower together for fun'. He groped him endlessly, any time he bent over or walked in front of him. He spoke of wanting to get laid, soon, by someone close to his heart, while staring directly at him. When none of that worked, he'd gone out and bought a shirt with a rainbow on it that read 'Gay Pride' and wore to one of their sleep overs. He'd never gotten such a pressing stare, but Huey never once answered his obvious cries for love. Caesar had all but given up until he spoke with his mother about how she'd won his father over. She'd laughed and said something about winning his love through his stomach. By merely cooking up some unbelievable cookies and shyly handing them over with a love note.

Just like that, the clown had tackled the kitchen in a fit of hyper activity. He'd never cooked anything before in his entire life, but he assumed it ran in the family. Therefore, he'd whipped up a batch of adorable, organic cookies by substituting the sugar for Splenda and such. They were made under all the strict guidelines of the ever weird Huey's dietary rules and he deemed them perfect upon tasting. Sure, he'd eat dog food and probably never notice, but he knew a good cookie when he had one, right? Well, he wasn't so sure on that. However, they were cute and wrapped up all nice and neat in black plastic wrap. He deemed them the ultimate depressed snack for a certain depressed Chicagoan.

Which was exactly why he'd called said person up and asked him to come over. He planned on just outright telling him he wanted to bone when he gave him the cookies. He knew Huey would think it was a great joke until he opened the packaging and read the heart felt song inside. Hopefully then they would share a sexy embrace on the kitchen table. A quick romp in the sunshine, gasping out about it being their first time, and then snuggling under the spot of their love making while feeding each other cookies. That had been the game plan, anyways, while Caesar sat aimlessly on the front porch. Half an hour later, he altered his plans to being a romp inside the gun filled closet of his beloved as he took to that long walk to that house. In his hands, he clutched the plate of cookies hidden within their plastic wrap. He prayed they'd lead to a great relationship as he crossed the mile long three houses separating them. His heart ached with each step.

Finally, the road let up and he found himself knocking on the front door. He heard screeching, screaming, the sound of something fragile shattering, a gun going off, more yelling, a window breaking, and then the door was jerked open. The boy nearly slammed into Caesar, he opened it so forcibly. They stared at each other as a sword cracked into the floor boards behind them and shouting shook the picture frames. The voices were so loud, their words were drowned in Chicago accents that had never been stronger. Sensing a fight, Caesar looked a little down at the teenager who was cocking his gun and motioning for him to enter the battlefield.

" Hey, Riley. Can Huey come out and play?" Caesar happily asked, strolling inside. The younger kicked the door shut and aimed the gun at each entrance to the hallway.

" Yo, he'll be down in five, nigga. Ya want a soda or somethin'?" he questioned absentmindedly, clicking the safety back on his weapon and sticking it in the back of his belt. Caesar shook his head, pushing his shoulder long dreads over his ear, " Wuz in the pretty paper, huh?"

" Cookies,"

" You cook?"

" I guess so... I dunno," the clown tugged the plastic open and took out one of them. Riley arched an eyebrow, hands on his hips as he examined the sweet from a distance. The smile on Caesar's face faltered a tiny bit, " Hey... could you try one? Tell me if they're any good? See... they're for Huey... and... I've never cooked before... and I haven't really been able to taste right since... y'know..."

" 'EY! I said I was sorry fer that head wound! Ya just need ta get over it, aight?!" Riley protested, his voice icy with contempt. Caesar fought back a shiver as he smiled, " Sos... these fer Huey? What fer?"

Instantly, the clown's face went red and he choked like a deer caught in headlights. For all his desperation at catching his best friend's fleeting glance, he'd never once told anyone about his flaming homosexuality. He'd never wanted to be put under that type of scrutiny, as he knew his own father was a raving homophobic. In such an uppity neighborhood, he'd always just told himself that the only way to achieve a somewhat decent life was to keep it secret. It had been that or be shipped back to Brooklyn to live with family. Then he'd never be able to see his heart's desire again. So, he'd never told anyone. What should he say now that he was being asked? And not only was he being asked, but the person who wanted to know was his potential brother-in-law, Riley Escobar Freeman, a renown homophobic himself. Yes, he could probably get away with a lie. Unfortunately, the shock of being asked had lengthened the pause too much for a joke and his blush must of been a give away. He opened his mouth to speak when Riley's eyes narrowed and a slick grin crossed his face.

" I always knew you a homo," he hissed in an almost playful way. Caesar blinked rapidly, not sure what he was hearing. Was that humor in his voice? Where was the disgust? The confusion must of clouded his face, because the younger boy waved him off, " I ain't gonna scream, ya fairy,"

" You're a homophob... ain't you?"

" Things change, Caesar," he shrugged a bit, then looked up as a chair went flying into a wall close to them. Caesar flinched, " Don't worry, nigga. They be almost done. Sos... you wanna date Huey? Wuz wrong wit you? Can't get no better tail then my dumbass brother?"

" I like him... he's my type..."

" Fuck, man, get a new type," Riley teased, breaking the cookie in two. The clown rolled his eyes, growing devastatingly tired of this mockery, though it had only lasted a few seconds, " Sos ya gonna win Huey over wit cookies... ain't chu the pathetic romantic..."

" Just tell me if they're any good, okay?" he sneered, giving him his best glare. With such large, feminine eyes, however, the effect was lost on the boy who'd grown up being given the darkest of looks. He just got a wave of the hand, and then Riley took a bite of the adorable little sweet.

When Riley got a sour look on his face, Caesar's world came crashing down. They were cute, but no good. He couldn't cook. He couldn't bake cookies and present them to a stunned Huey and then make passionate, steamy love on the kitchen floor/table. He would never be able to shyly present them to him in their cute wrapping with their loving love song that he'd hoped to one day sing to him as they held each other on the back porch in the privacy of their own little world. There would be none of that, for he couldn't make a decent batch of cookies. That look alone told him that fact. He felt his heart being torn out and tears nearly formed in his eyes as his hands dropped to his sides. Had Riley not been standing there, giving him a pitiful look of annoyance, he would have broken down and sobbed. He'd put so much faith into those little things that he just wanted to cry. He couldn't believe that they tasted awful.

" That bad... huh?" he mumbled, shuffling his feet in a somber attempt to take his mind off the desire to curl up and die. Riley looked like he was bouncing the idea around in his head when the Brooklyn boy sniffled against his will. The first tears made their way down his face as he quickly tried to wipe them away before the thug noticed. Then his chest heaved and he choked and the tears poured down. He stood there pathetically and silently cried, wishing those brown eyes would look away instead of shamelessly watching him.

Out of nowhere, Riley reached out and touched his shoulder. The action was small, a tiny gesture of a friendship, understanding, that they'd never had nor tried for. Nevertheless, it was a kind motion and that was what Caesar needed in that second. He buried his face in the shorter boy's shoulder and hiccuped as he clutched his tray of worthless cookies. He felt a pat on the back, knew this was more then likely the most awkward moment in the other's life, and pushed the sobs back. Sniffling still, he stood up.

" Sorry..." he whispered, weakly smiling. Riley coughed into his hand, not saying anything. From upstairs, they heard footsteps marching their way, following heavily by the sounds of a war based in not only politics but a pair of jeans and race discrimination, " Sounds like Huey's coming then... um... here..."

Caesar handed Riley the plate of cookies, shrugging. The thug stared at them, then sighed loudly like he did before he did something he wasn't so sure he wanted to do. A loud screaming match erupted at the stairwell and Riley whipped out his gun, guarding the unarmed Caesar. The cookies were held protectively in the younger's free hand. Swear words roared out as Riley looked over his shoulder at the faintly dazed clown.

" Yo... ya just need some practice, aight? You want I be your taste tester? I do it if ya pay me, 'kay?" he said in a semi-tense voice, " Ten bucks a trip an' I do it. Aight?"

" Oh, hell yes!" Caesar declared, his usual happy tone overshadowing the shake from the sobs. Before anything else could be said, on the other hand, Huey came storming down the stairs with a look so murderous, if looks could kill, he could drop the entire city, " Hey, Big Hu-oh-my-Ey..."

The revolutionary was dressed in skin tight jeans that hugged his well toned legs. Every curve, muscle, could be seen as he walked towards them, his loud voice pouring out in thick streams of powerful venom. Riley stood up straight, a wickedly devious smile crossing his face as his brother pounded over to them. The clown, though, was long gone in a vision of beauty. He grew hot and his breath shallow as he longed to grab that ass and wriggle him out of those jeans. He could only nod as Huey bitched about having to wear such stupid clothes as he grabbed his friend's wrist and jerked him right out of the house. Caesar beamed stupidly, trotting after him like the love struck pervert he was. His smile grew wider and wider until his face hurt, altering his cookie making vision to include the support of his future brother-in-law and those God sent dark blue jeans that cupped his friend's bottom.

Off they then went as Riley shut the door and trooped up the broken stairs to his bedroom. In his hand, he had the tray of cookies Caesar had brought. By the time he got to the room, though, it was empty. He licked his fingers as he tossed the plate onto his end table. One hand rubbed his stomach as he flopped down and grinned slyly to himself.

Honestly, he'd never had a better batch of cookies.

He couldn't believe Caesar was such a good chef, especially considering he had very messed up taste buds. Yet, he was quite pleased that was. There was just something about the boy being a little housewife that turned the thug on. Of all the images he'd sketched of his brother's best friend, housewife had not been one. Now, of course, that was going to have to change. Despite the irking fact that Huey was probably snuggled up with Caesar playing video games or talking politics, Riley felt himself drifting into a deep fantasy.

Caesar was moaning for forgiveness as he clutched his basket of cookies, his dreads falling into his eyes, as Riley grabbed hold of that sweet Brooklyn ass. As always, they proceeded to make love where they were, complete with shrieking that echoed and echoed. The idea brought a smile to the younger's face as he curled up alone in his bed. The smile faded quickly as it always did, his fingers gracing his flat stomach in fond remembrance of the sweets from his crushes' oven. So sweet, made with love.

Unfortunately, that love was for Huey, not himself. That was a damning fact he'd known for the past five years, ever since he'd fallen for the clown. He'd known Caesar for years, had never truly known him, but had suddenly found himself drooling whenever he saw him shirtless. It'd been such a strange way to develop a crush, to say the very least. But then, Riley had never been exactly normal; normality in general bored him to tears. So, when he'd cracked the clown upside the head with that bat, he hadn't expected to fall in love even if that was what he ultimately got. Caesar had collapsed into his arms and Huey had run off, shouting for Granddad to call 911. For the first time, Riley had held the boy. His skin had felt like silk, his face was as beautiful as an angel's, and the blood seemed to only enforce that fact.

A bomb went off in his head like he'd never felt. He'd wanted to strip him of his hoodie and run his fingers along that skin like he'd never wanted to do anything in all his life. His heart rate had increased as he clung to that gorgeous creature that moaned and shuttered and gasped out in tiny breathes that sounded like notes from some song only those in love could hear. The amount of emotion he felt was so overwhelming he had a hard time letting go as Caesar was loaded onto a stretcher and taken to the hospital. He went into shock shortly thereafter, partly because he couldn't believe he was gay and partly because he'd probably just caused permanent brain damage to his first love. Everyone took his shock to be guilt and he didn't bother to correct them.

Caesar had, in fact, suffered some damage. The blow had ruined his sense of taste by jolting something somewhere; Riley's mind went fuzzy whenever people talked medical jargon to him so he didn't really know. Thankfully, that had been all. The thug had then taken to watching him exist from a distance, never sure how to approach him. He was sure Caesar was gay as well, but he didn't know if he'd ever be able to admit it. In truth, he didn't even think the clown would be able to admit it. The world they lived in was too fragile for such utterances, so they both assumed to leave it at that.

Riley dealt with his growing obsession with the pretty boy by sketching and painting him as much as possible. When asked why he chose Caesar as a model, he claimed that it was either him or his brother; the excuse was readily bought. The art had transformed into highly erotic daydreams of making love with the boy and making him moan as he had the first time he'd held him. As these dreams grew worse and started to plague him, he made plans to come clean and tell him how he felt. He rehearsed all his lines over and over, pacing around the guest bedroom. His courage failed him countless times. Then, before he got the chance, it became painfully obvious that Caesar was interested in Huey. The blow had been unseen, blocked by loving embraces imagined on and on, and Riley had dropped into a spiraling depression he hid by a fake smile.

Every day was like waking with a gaping wound in his chest. He drowned in his sorrows and fed his hatred for the coupling by coming between them any way he could. He ruined slumber parties and butted in whenever they had a chance to be alone. Huey maintained cold indifference to everything, as he did in his way, but Riley wasn't about to give them a chance to become a couple. He knew he just wouldn't be able to live with the sight of them holding each other as he so longed to hold that lovely Brooklyn emcee wannabe. He just wouldn't let it happen.

This cookie situation thus fell into place with his desire to keep the two separate in any way he could. Clearly the clown felt he could express his intentions the old fashioned way. However, he had no idea what his cookies tasted like. When he'd asked Riley for his opinion, the plan had formed instantaneously. It was like setting a gasoline drenched sheet of paper on fire. Within seconds, it was done and just as quickly, he put into action. He would pretend the cookies were terrible, thus putting a halt on the romantic union of the two. He would become close to his beloved and continue to string him along. If everything went as planned, they would eventually be kissing and making love, Huey forgotten.

A fringe benefit was that Riley got to eat his love's cooking.

And, as everyone knew, there was no better way to a man's heart then through his stomach.