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Authors Note: For information on requesting a short one shot, see chapter one! Please read, review and request! I am running out of pairings! Feel free to suggest again! I was bored and this came to mind

Summary: Vincent and Reno fluff, pure and simple. (Last one was sad, but this is happy!)

This pairing suggested by: Me and Kigichi

Reno walked out to the kitchen, his hair still dripping from the shower and trailing a line down his shirt from the ponytail. He leant against the doorway, watching his lover carefully cooking their breakfast, the aroma filling the air. He smiled, seeing the delicacy that was being used by a man more used to fighting than domestic bliss. Not that this was easy, if they were caught, his lover could lose his friends, and he would lose his job, and more likely his life. But to have had a peaceful nights sleep, and to wake to such a tantalising assault on his senses, was proof that this was worth it.

He darted forwards as a plate wobbled in his lover's clawed hand, grasping it tightly to stop it from crashing to the floor. The ex-Turk was a fantastic cook, but since he had started staying over, Reno had already had to buy three new sets of plates and cups. He put the plate down and wrapped his arms around Vincent's shoulders, nuzzling against him gently and lifting his head to gently press his lips against those of his crimson eyed lover.
"Careful, I don't want to have to buy some more plates."

Vincent pouted playfully, lowering his head to the floor. He tried his best, but the clumsy false limb made even the simplest of tasks difficult. Without the help of his friends, he couldn't even tie his shoe laces without shredding the cord with Hojo's metal claw. He hated having to live like this, so totally dependent on those he would have to watch die in front of him, as he remained unchanging, imperfect, a fact. He was looking down now, no longer in mock-shame, but because of pure self-pity, and pure self-loathing. Life's only worth was in its briefness, and as an un-ageing, cursed immortal, his life had no value. He was pointless.

Reno recognised that posture, understood that mournful incline of the head. He knew his lover tormented himself with his dependence on others, got frustrated with his un-ending existence. He tilted Vincent's head back up so that they were looking into each others eyes.

"You ok there Vincent?" The other man nodded and Reno sighed, stroking the ebony hair that was across his lover's shoulders. "You're worth something to me." Vincent nodded gratefully, stroking his metallic fingertips over the wet patch on the back of Reno's shirt.

They stood there for a few precious seconds, heads inclined against the other's shoulders, breathing as one. Without either of them speaking, they were able to tell themselves how much they loved each other. How they gave each other a purpose to wake up every morning, and were the reason they could smile.

Eventually Vincent pulled away, and turned back to the pancakes, and used the edge of the claw to un-stick the edges from the frying pan. He tossed it up in the air with his human hand, and caught it deftly with the pan. Reno smiled at him, back to his usual hyperactive self, and stole one of the pancakes that had already been cooked and was cooling. Vincent rolled his eyes, and poked Reno's nose carefully with a metal fingertip. Reno laughed, seeing his lover relaxed and happy, and playfully threw his arms around his shoulders. He shivered slightly as he felt golden fingertips being snaked through his hair.

He snuggled closer to Vincent, raising his head to kiss him on the lips. The gunman arched an eyebrow at him.

"Your breakfast's going to get burnt again."

"So?" Reno shrugged, and reached over to turn off the stove. He still had an hour before work started, and he had been almost on time so far this week. Mind made up, he pulled away from Vincent, took his hand and walked back to his room, nearly skipping with joy.

Vincent sighed, but smiled to himself as he followed his lover. Reno might end up a bit late for work, and the breakfast he had cooked would be cold by the time they ate it, but all in all, it was definitely worth it.

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