(So... I was like... "I haven't written Beyblade in a while..." and "The people who read my stories probably want to make sure I'm alive or something..." and stuff... yeah.)
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade.)
One arm was possessively around the blonde boy's waist, hugging the shorter to him. He looked down at the rows of plates, an annoyed look in his eyes.
"Why are we here, Max?" Tala inquired, voice low and clearly stating he'd rather be at home. He continued looking at the various cakes and brownies and desserts with distaste. Sweets weren't his style, but unfortunately for him, they were his boyfriend's, though "style" might of been an understatement. With a sigh, Tala rested his head on Max's eyeing the colorful aray of unhealthy delights.
"It's my birthday, Tala! You said 'I will take you to whatever place you want on your birthday as long as it does not involve screaming brats, fangirls, or anything that will make me have homocidal urgencies.' You said just that!" the blonde whined, making sure to draw out the "just". He would of turned around to glare up at Tala had his movements not been so restricted by the arm at his waist hugging him tightly to the firm chest of the Russian.
"This makes me want to kill," he stated quickly, listening in boredom as Max, ignoring him for the moment, told the somewhat elderly lady behind the counter what he wanted. He pointed at what looked like a chocolate and blueberry coated cheesecake and Tala was half tempted to object to it. That cheesecake looked a bit too sweet and to a point, Tala was a bit afraid of the after effects because after all, Max was already a hyper person but with sugar induced treats?
"Here you go, sweety," the women stated, snapping Tala out of his thoughts. He let out a low growl, casting a darkened glare at the women. No one was allowed to call his Max, "sweety". Of course, to his luck, the women paid no attention and just handed his Max the cake. With a grin, the American took it, forcing his way out of Tala's grasp as he walked over to a table. In perfect honesty, Tala was surprised Max had such strength, of course he had been loosening his grip.
Sitting down at one of the almost doll house perfect tables, the nineteen year old watched with little interest until he heard Max saying his name repeatedly. Snapping out of his thoughts, he nearly swore at how close Max's face was to his, instead choosing to lean his head back. He just couldn't help but notice the dark brown splotch just off the corner of the blonde's mouth though and swore mentally because of it.
"Earth to Tala... hellooooo?" Max whispered... quite loudly. He was waving one hand in front of the Russian's face and Tala, reflexes as good as ever, snatched it. He pressed his thumb against his boyfriend's middle finger, pushing it back a bit, and a coy grin formed on his lips.
"Gah! Not funny! Lemme go!" the blonde wailed, forcing his hand out of the red headed teen's grip. He rubbed his fingers affectionately, pouting as he did so.
Tala's grin remained and he leaned in carefully so Max wouldn't notice until the younger felt something pressed at the corner of his mouth. A blush spread quickly across his cheeks as he froze, and feeling the other pull away, he looked to Tala.
"Wh-what was that for?" he asked hesitantly, lifting his fingers to his lips. True, they had shared kisses several times, but not in public.
Tala smirked, eyeing the area where the cheesecake had been and seeing a mess no more, looked to the blue eyes of his boyfriend. "Happy birthday."