The morning came, angry and taking its time. The black haired man got no sleep, however, he had expected that. Every time he would get comfortable, Amore would cuddle up closer to him. For a man that had been sleeping alone his whole life, that was very unsettling. The sun rose, and with it Zack also. He groggily attempted to get over to the cramped kitchen, but it seemed even that proved difficult among the randomly sorted mess on the floor. The coffee pot was already busy making the life-giving serum. Zack blessed the machine under his breath, not even questioning how and when it was set up.

While he was waiting for the heavenly drink to finish brewing, Zack made himself busy looking around the kitchen for mugs. Eventually, he found one with paw prints drawn on it. It seemed clean enough, and that was good enough for him. The milk from the fridge didn't smell off, but the light was out in the refrigerator which didn't fill Zack with great hope.

Hot coffee filled half of the cup and milk the other. But before he could take a sip, Zack's eyebrows furrowed and he looked around the kitchen yet again.

"The left cabinet, bottom shelf." A sultry voice chimed from the bed, and Zack jolted upright fast enough to bump his head on the overextending countertop.

"What the hell!" Zack exclaimed, rubbing the back of his spiky head while pouting in the redhead's direction. What he saw made him catch his breath. Hair like fire seemed to lay around the man like a warm blanket, and his chin rested on his delicate wrist. The smug smirk made Zack want to punch him, but the half closed bright blue eyes forbade any touch but one of passion. Amore's lips again parted, in an almost taunting manner.

"Sugar. For your little coffee flavored milk drink." The shorter man scoffed, his free hand drawing swirls in his hair that he knew needed to be brushed out.

Zack sighed, still rubbing the back of his head as he opened the cabinet and took out a little sugar dispenser. He poured about three tablespoons of sugar into his coffee before he stopped with a small grunt of approval. After swirling the coffee mug around a few times to stir it, he brought it up to his lips. It was sweet, and not bitter at all. This was great.

Amore had stood up, standing flawlessly uncovered before the man in front of him. Though he didn't know if it was lucky or not, Zack was still fully paying attention to the little mug in front of him. Amore pulled out another pair of briefs, tugging them up past his hips, followed by a pair of joggers. Only now did Zack look over at the man again, and Amore could see him trying to remember when he got into those. "You really are clueless, aren't you? Such a short attention span."

"Shut up," Zack grumbled into his coffee.

"Make me," Amore said with a sniff, holding back a laugh. "I'd like to see you try."

The tall man's eyes shot over to glare at the redhead. "It's way too freaking early to be talking like that."

"Talking like what?" Amore challenged, joining Zack in the kitchen. He easily grabbed a little white ceramic mug and had it filled with coffee before Zack could blink. He added neither milk nor sugar, drinking it black.

There was a silence, Amore drinking his coffee, and Zack trying not to watch him. Eventually, Zack cleared his throat, finding the silence awkward. "That's a lot of strong-ass coffee."

The delicate fiery eyebrows rose, and Amore took another sip before responding. His fingertips barely teased Zack's bare skin, just enough to make the hair on his body stand up and send shivers down his spine. "Just how I like it. Tall, dark, strong, untouched."

"I, um" Zack spluttered, not finding words to express the random jumble of words going through his mind. It was both busy but maddeningly empty inside his mind.

Amore let out a hearty laugh. "Get dressed, you loser. We're going out."

"Out?" Zack managed to squawk.

He felt the judgement heavily. "Yes. Out."

Before Zack could dig himself a deeper grave, Amore downed his mug and went back next to his bed to rummage for clothes.

The flustered policeman set his down, hoping to save it for later. He unzipped his duffel bag and pulled out a dark blue knit sweater, pulling it over his fluffy head. Fingertips barely touched jean fabric as Amore panicked.

"Stop right there, that could be an idea. Come here, come here." Amore said excitedly, his hair gently bouncing with his enthusiastic movements. He beckoned the tall man over to his mirror, where Zack was met with a very uncomfortable looking person staring back at him. "That just might work. I mean, it's better without the sweater, but for the more modest pigs, it would work. Let me unzip that, just a little."

Zack's eyebrows rose skeptically as he watched Amore unzip the quarter zip sweater a third of the way down his chest. He felt awkward, in his boxers and a sweater. It was a weird combination, and he didn't know what Amore saw in it. "Really?"

"Bite your lip."

Zack did, and he started to see what Amore meant. He didn't quite understand it, but he could see why he would want him to do it. "I still think it looks dumb."

"Whatever." Amore snorted, pushing Zack's chest away. "Go put pants on. You can't leave my place like that. It wouldn't be right."

"Said the stripper."

"To the cop." Amore immediately snapped back, just daring him to say anything further. "Now, who is right?"

Zack tried his best not to curse him out, but a "Go to hell" did slip past his lips as he yanked on the loose fabric, belting it at his waist.

"Oh honey, we've got to work on your fashion sense." Amore tsked, shaking his head at the man wearing the thick sweater fabric and the loose pants. "You look like you work in the army."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Yeah." Amore nodded slowly, mocking him. "It is."

"Why? It's comfortable." Zack pouted.

"To you, maybe, but you don't have to look at it." Amore sniffed, pulling a light blue tank top over his head and a pair of dark gray joggers up his toned legs. "We can start with finding pants that fit you."

"We haven't even had anything to eat, what could be more important than breakfast?" Zack complained, beginning to lace up his boots.

Amore rolled his eyes, pulling his hair up into a messy bun. He wasn't going to answer that, so instead he slipped on a pair of sandals and gave one last glare to the mirror before he decided that it was sufficient. "Hate to break it to you, but you're a little big for my business. Try not to eat so much."

The ends of his shoelaces snapped as he finished tying them. "Like hell we have time for me to go on a diet."

A huff was the only response as Amore walked briskly to the door. "You're driving."

The sarcastic comment that Zack was prepared to say was halted as his flip phone began ringing. "Zack here."

"Is it all going well?" The voice on the line was Angeal's, Zack ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. The stoic man had no clue what he'd gotten his pupil in to.

"As well as it could be expected."

"You should probably lose some weight, to fit in with the club." Maybe he did know what he'd gotten Zack in to after all. Zack swore under his breath, his eyes darting to Amore, who looked bored but snarky. After the pause, Angeal spoke again. "I know it may be hard for you, but you should hear some of the stuff Lazard put us through before-"

Zack hung up the phone before Angeal could continue his lecture on honor.

Amore's eyebrows rose, with a smirk. "Was that your boyfriend?"

"Shut your mouth." Zack said with a grumbling laugh. "Where to?"

"You'll figure that out when we get there." Amore said haughtily. "For now, just get in your car and drive."

The tall man stood up in protest, his lips pursed in a pout. Amore had to admit he looked like a puppy. "Not fair!"