Summary: Tao wants Takeo to taste something.

Contains Takeo/Tao.

Written for Ketsueki Kami, who asked for Takeo/Tao. I couldn't fill your particular prompt, sorry!

Taste Test

By Dark Ice Dragon

Tao tapping away at his keyboard was a familiar sound to Takeo that didn't register it anymore, especially when he was maintaining his guns. It was when the sound stopped that he looked up, in case it was something important.

Tao was still leaning against Takeo's headboard, not hunched over his laptop, and his eyes weren't narrowed in concentration either. He was chewing on something, an open bag by his hip. Tao caught his gaze over his laptop and grinned at him.

"You should try one of these!" He waved towards the bag. "They're really good — not as good as Boss' or Miss Seira's of course, but they're pretty close."

Takeo lifted the cylinder of his rifle and oil-stained hand. He couldn't eat one of them with how he was, and he wouldn't leave his rifle in the middle of maintaining it. "I'll have some later." He turned back to complete the job.

"I'll've eaten them all by then!"

Takeo raised one shoulder in a shrug, hiding his smile as he started to clean the cylinder. "Then I'll try the next bag you buy."

"But they might not taste the same!" Takeo heard the bedsprings creak as Tao moved. "And then you'll be all disappointed when you could have had these ones."

Takeo shook his head. "I can live if - mmf!"

Tao grinned down at him, his fingers still touching Takeo's lips, the sweet very much in Takeo's mouth.

He huffed, getting his mouth back from Tao's fingers and tasted it since he didn't have a choice. He hummed as the sweetness filled his mouth and it crunched when he bit into it.

Tao's grin widened. "Told ya it was good!"

Takeo licked his lips as he nodded, trying to get the last bit of chocolate Tao had left there.

"Hm." Tao peered at his mouth. "You missed a spot."

He had? "Where?"

Tao leaned in and kissed him, a hand on Takeo's shoulder. Takeo's hands twitched, wanting to reach for and hold, but they were still dirty, still holding pieces of his rifle, so he kept them to himself. Tao didn't seem to mind, pressing in and focusing on his upper lip, pulling at it a little.

"There," Tao said once he was done. "Got it. Unless you think I missed it." He stayed where he was, close enough that their noses were touching.

"You got it," Takeo murmured, wanting to close the gap again. He sighed, leaning away. "I'll be done in a few more minutes-" His guns were important. "-and then if you have any chocolate on your lips..." He smiled.

Tao smirked and walked back to Takeo's bed. "Weeeell, I guess I could have a couple more..."

Either way, Takeo was going to be tasting more of that particular sweet.