Chapter 1: Kiku doesn't each chocolate often, but when he does he likes to enjoy it. Alfred takes it upon himself to make today's splurge particularly enjoyable. More fluff than smut.

My first attempt at Ameripan. Don't worry, I'm addicted to writing smut, but fluff is fun too. ;)

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Alfred's ears pricked at a familiar sound. Food wrapper. Plastic. Small. Candy?

Curious, he pushed away from his computer, padding out of his home office, stretching. He'd been sitting a while, he could use a break, and he never turned down sweets. It took a minute to remember just how his partner had gotten hold of candy. He loved Kiku to pieces, but they were also exact opposites. Alfred bought whatever candy was in the house and ate most of it, Kiku only nibbling the occasional piece.

White Day, that's right, Alfred remembered, glancing into the kitchen. Empty. Kiku had a fondness for milk chocolate, specifically Hershey's. Alfred had gotten him several bars for White Day, roughly the Japanese equivalent of Valentine's Day. Predictably, the chocolate had vanished, squirreled away for a day like today when he could enjoy it at a leisurely pace.

Sure enough, when Alfred found him Kiku was perched on the couch, chocolate bar and glass of milk in front of him. Tomo, their Japanese bobtail, had settled on the couch's back behind him. Milkshake was hopping onto the arm, sniffing curiously.

Alfred scooped up the fluffy Ragamuffin cat, plopping down next to Kiku as he set Milkshake on the floor. "No chocolate for you, buddy. Why can't you hover nice, like Tomo?"

Kiku was eyeing Alfred with the same look he'd given Milkshake. "He learned from you."

"Hey, I'm not taking your chocolate," Alfred protested, reaching up to rub Tomo's ears.

His partner didn't look completely convinced, but carefully broke off another rectangle, placing it in his mouth. Alfred waited, Tomo purring quietly, Milkshake hopping back up next to him on the couch, but on the side opposite Kiku. He watched as Kiku chewed slowly, eyes closing as he enjoyed the treat.

Once he was sure most of it had melted, or been swallowed, Alfred reached over with his free hand. Gently gripping his chin, he turned Kiku's vaguely surprised face towards him. Before he could ask, Alfred leaned in, planting a kiss squarely on his mouth. Kiku was still surprised, it was easy to get in, get a taste.

An adorable blush had bloomed in his cheeks when Alfred pulled away, grinning. Alfred when back to petting Tomo, eyes twinkling. Kiku took a sip of the milk, flustered, but still popped another piece of chocolate into his mouth. Again, Alfred waited as Kiku took his time, savoring the taste, to lean in to steal a kiss, along with a taste of the chocolate.

This repeated two more times before a very flustered Kiku finally protested, "If you want some you can have it."

Alfred considered this, then smiled. "Nah. I like it better this way."

The blush deepened, but he didn't protest as Alfred leaned in, stealing another kiss. This time, Kiku returned it with a little more enthusiasm. Alfred turned to face him, bracing a knee on the couch, cupping his neck. There was something of an art to getting beneath Kiku's frontal persona, the quiet and prudish one just about everyone else in the world knew. It had been both a shock and a turn on when Alfred found out just how not-prudish Kiku really was. He was even kinkier than the American and wrote porn for fun, yaoi being his favorite.

Hands tangled in the blond's hair, the kiss getting more enthusiastic. Alfred chuckled when he came up for air, ignoring the soft whine of protest below him. He reached over, snapping another piece of the chocolate.

"Ah," he ordered, nudging it against Kiku's lips.

Obediently, the shorter man opened his mouth, letting Alfred pop the candy in. Then he slid off the reading glasses Kiku still wore, setting them aside. He left his own glasses on, so he could watch Kiku's face.

Slender fingers wrapped around his cowlick, pulling him back down into a kiss. Alfred moaned, only half disappointed as Kiku's free hand slid under his hoodie, running up his stomach, tugging up the fabric. He shifted one knee, bracing it between linen-clad thighs. Kiku's hips bucked, grinding against the thigh precariously close to his crotch.

"Mind if I get you to finish the chocolate before you get your cute little ass screwed into the couch?" Alfred asked, pressing kisses along Kiku's throat.

"H-Hai."

Alfred grinned, popping another piece into his mouth.

"Perhaps I should get chocolate more often," Kiku noted.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Alfred chided, tugging at his lover's long tunic.

Kiku obeyed, eyes fluttering closed. Alfred decided they wouldn't make it if he kept kissing him, so he moved back down the couch, taking the Japanese man's bare feet into his lap. Whatever fussing Kiku might have put up was quickly quieted as Alfred started pressing his thumbs into pale soles, rubbing his feet. Now Kiku was practically purring, just like one of their cats.

"If I go get your sake, are you gonna start purring?" Alfred asked, pausing to pop another piece of Hershey's between Kiku's lips.

His lover hummed contentedly, lips curling up in a smile. "Maybe. You are welcome to try if you wish."

Alfred chuckled. He waited until Kiku had a fresh piece of Hershey's in his mouth to get up, trading Kiku's cup of milk for a bottle of his favorite sake and a sakazuki. Alfred himself was partial to shot glasses, but Kiku favorite the more traditional, flat-shaped things that held even less.

When he returned to the living room, he resumed his position on the couch, kneeling astride the still very content Kiku. He took his sweet time, prying out the cork and pouring out a sip of sake. Rather than give it to the Japanese man, however, he tipped the liquid into his mouth. Ignoring the slight eyebrow twitch of displeasure, he set the sakazuki aside, bending down to kiss Kiku with the sake still in his mouth. His partner seemed less upset after that.

Kiku licked his lips, a soft, contented hum in his throat when he finally drew away. Alfred knew from past experience that it was a noise as close to a purr as Kiku could get. He stroked his fingers through silky black hair, popping one of the last two pieces of candy into his mouth before moving back down to his feet.

Alfred knew he could be forgetful, knew he wasn't the easiest person to deal with, particularly when his partner was a polar opposite. He tried to make up for it when he could, though. If he could pamper Kiku enough to make him purr, it was totally worth it.


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