#2: Addiction

Rogue was addicted to two things and two things only. Chocolate and a certain blonde dragon boy with unattended needs. Oh Rogue tended those needs. Very well in fact. So well that after every job Rogue had one goal and that was to get his ass home.

Step 1: Get the ingredients.

Sting literally stood in front of the shelves of the grocery aisle for an hour. No joke. An hour has passed and he was either lost in a daydream or zoned out from the results of sleep deprivation. If he was dazed for a few more minute, he might've developed a pool of drool on the floor.

He shook the sleep out of his tired brain and stuffed the basket with the essentials. First, the ingredients to his chocolate and second, the strawberries. One for eating, the other for playing. ;)

It's just a phase of a relationship they've been going through. When Sting's lonely after his Rogue honey~ leaves for jobs, he eats chocolate as if it's the holy bread and wine. But when he comes home, Sting devours the chocolaty Rogue in all his tasty glory.

But Sting was either too tired or two unfocused to realize he only had half the day till his Roguie-pie came home. That meant he needed to get started now.

Step 2: Bake!

When Sting did have all the ingredients, he baked and baked plenty of batches until he got it just right. That meant it needed to taste as sweet as Rogue.

Which was impossible, but he tried.

He wore a pink apron and was not ashamed whatsoever. Why? Because he got exactly what he wanted because he wore that frilly thing. A hot night with his sweet honey buns.

Sting would have to admit, he never thought he'd be doing any of these things. He was a bad ass Twin Dragon of Sabertooth after all. One of the baddest bad asses in Fiore and now look at him. Wearing clothes and smothered in baking ingredients just so he can get attention from his partner. His team partner and his life partner.

Upon first meeting Rogue, he was sure this would never happen. But now, it's almost hard to believe he thought that way. He can't believe he used to think how boring Rogue was or how he could've done so much better on his own. Now, he can't imagine a life without Rogue. His Rogue.

No one will ever really understand just how much Sting loves Rogue. He may only show it to Rogue when they're by themselves, but with every smile, every hold on the shoulder, every elbow to the side, and every look into each other's eyes, he's a firecracker ready to go off with love.

Step 3: Wait. No matter how much you don't want to.

Sometimes it would take minutes. Other times it would take hours. The latest was a day, which almost killed Sting on the inside.

But then Rogue would come home and smother his Sting in kisses (both the real and the chocolaty kind). Rogue couldn't stand being away from his luscious love just as much as Sting couldn't stand it. Sometimes even more.

Rogue would be travelling back home and get lost because he couldn't stop thinking about his blonde boy wrapped in that tight apron and messy with his favorite food.

Of course Rogue liked chocolate. He was all about the color black after all, so dark chocolate was sometimes the way to go. Sting was a vanilla man yet as soon as they started dating he became a milk chocolate man. Rogue also loved milk chocolate the most once they started dating. A perfect compromise that soon turned into an obsession.

An addiction if you will.

Which bring us to,

Step 4: Sweet chocolaty lovin'.

"Sting?!" Rogue busted through that door harder than he ever had. Two months away from Sting and he was going mad. He already planned to bust in and make up for all the time spent away from his Sting.

"Rogue!" Sting raced to the door and attacked Rogue in a needy hug. Still wearing that damn apron and covered in chocolate ingredients.

Rogue kissed Sting's soft pink lips and tasted the chocolate already. "I missed you so much." Rogue whispered and started kissing down Sting's neck.

Sting threaded his fingers in Rogue's black and smooth hair. He left it down so Sting could play with it to his liking, which he did as soon as Rogue nipped on Sting's neck.

"I missed you like crazy Rogue. I can't stand being here without you." Sting breathed and kissed the top of Rogue's head over and over.

Rogue moved Sting's apron down and spotted a bit of melted chocolate on his upper chest. He was hungry for both chocolate and his love, so he licked it off it one too many smooth motions of the tongue. Sting wasn't complaining.

Sting let Rogue explore around just for a little bit before leading him towards the kitchen. Both were already panting from endless kisses and Sting was drenched in love.

Rogue wasted no time and lifted Sting on the counter. More kisses and love bites until Rogue wanted more. Que the bowl filled with melted chocolate and the bowl of strawberries sitting next to them.

Rogue grabbed a strawberry and made Sting hold it in his mouth. No matter what, he couldn't eat it. He had to wait for Rogue to bite onto it too, but that couldn't happen yet. Rogue still needed to grab the plastic spatula and dip it in the chocolate bowl so he could paint Sting in his second favorite flavor. First being Sting.

He smoothed the milky goodness on his chest, his hands, neck, and even abs because he wanted to taste all of Sting tonight. He of course had to save the best for last. ;)

He licked Sting's hands clean, reaching every nook and cranny along his arm and leading up to his neck. His neck which he also licked clean. He use his tongue and lips with skill, making sure to get that taste of Sting under all that chocolate. His chest is where he really tasted his blonde boy thought. The perfect pink and chocolate mix but nothing tasted better than the moans coming from the kisses he gave Sting.

"I love you Rogue."

"I love you too Sting."

More kisses and Sting just had to say it. "Rogue, I think we're addicted to chocolate."

Rogue chuckles and licks up Sting's bare neck. "You maybe," One more kiss on his lips. "But I'm addicted to you, Sting. The chocolate is just an add on."

"Rogue."

"Hm?"

"I think I'm gonna pass out from your kisses."