Of Pink Hair and Spanish Flair

I don't own Fairly Odd Parents. Butch Hartman does.

WARNING!: This series is about JuandissimoxCupid. Don't like, don't read.

Relationship: Lovers.

Word: Dance.

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It was at least midnight, and Juandissimo stood in the doorway to Cupid's study, arms crossed as he watched Cupid. The God was sitting at his desk, hunched over and scribbling words furiously onto the pages of some book. Juandissimo sighed through his nose and ran a hand through his hair. He felt a chill run up his arms, since he was only dressed in his boxers and sleeveless shirt. Cupid yawned for the millionth time and Juandissimo sighed, "Cupido, come to bed."

"No." Cupid snapped, "I have to get this done."

"You can finish it in the morning. Or, later, as it were…" Juandissimo added, looking to the digital clock as it changed to 00:02.

"Juan, please. If I don't get this done now, Valentine's Day is gonna be a disaster."

"You have weeks to plan Valentine's Day."

"Exactly! Weeks! I'm behind schedule!"

"Cupido…" Juandissimo groaned then floated over to him and put his hands to his shoulders, beginning to rub them gently, "Let the cherubs do it."

"No! I have to! I'm Cupid!"

"And I'm Juandissimo, who is tired of seeing you stress yourself." Juandissimo said, "Please, come to bed."

"No." Cupid snapped again as he turned a page in his planning book.

Juandissimo sighed. He supposed he could just poof Cupid to bed, but the last time he had poofed Cupid somewhere without his consent they had ended up arguing. Cupid glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, "If you're so tired, you go to bed."

"But I won't be able to sleep without you beside me."

"Well, that's sweet," Cupid said angrily as he pushed Juandissimo's hands off, "but you're gonna have to try."

Juandissimo sighed through his nose impatiently, but didn't say anything more as he floated out of the room. Cupid had been like this for the last few days, zipping around, insisting he didn't have time for cuddles or kisses because he had some all-important piece of work to get through. He had skipped a few meals too, which was just the start of Juandissimo's worry. When Cupid had begun refusing to sleep was when Juandissimo finally spoke up. It was also when Cupid had begun snapping at him, obviously cranky from his lack of sleep. The only part of him that still normal was the fact that he was gulping coffee down 24/7 in an attempt to keep himself awake.

As he climbed into bed, Juandissimo sighed and stared up at the ceiling. This was seriously beginning to affect Cupid's health. Dark circles had already began developing under his eyes and his hair and clothes were all messed up. He probably hadn't showered in awhile, too. Juandissimo's nose wrinkled at the thought.

This had to stop. Cupid's lack of sleep was now affecting Juandissimo's sleep schedule, since the Spanish fairy stayed awake in case Cupid joined him in bed. Juandissimo continued to stare at the ceiling. The main problem here was that Cupid was incredibly stressed about all this work. Get rid of the stress and Cupid would come to bed earlier. Juandissimo bit his lip as he pondered. What would be the best way to relieve Cupid of all that stress? He supposed he could massage him, but he had already tried that and Cupid had just pushed him away. Besides, he wouldn't be able to get the God to lay down long enough to properly massage him. Juandissimo's brow furrowed in thought, then everything clicked. The fairy began to smile as an idea developed in his head. Tomorrow morning (or, later that morning, Juandissimo noted as he looked to the clock and saw 00:10), Juandissimo would make all that stress go away with a method he called his very own.

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Sometime in the early morning, the door to Cupid's study opened and the exhausted God of Love floated out, his mug in one hand. He would be working, but he needed a coffee refill. He hadn't even gone to bed last night. Oh, well, at least this work would be done soon. Then Juandissimo could stop pestering him about going to bed. Gosh, didn't Juandissimo understand that his job was important and therefore needed to get finished as quickly as possible? It was as important as Jorgen's job of keeping the fairies in line! Probably even more important! Pfft. Juandissimo just had to get his priorities in check.

As Cupid went to float into the kitchen, he almost jumped out of his skin as Latin music suddenly began playing and the lights were dimmed. The God looked around confusedly until he spotted his Spanish lover. Cupid huffed and rolled his eyes, "Juan, not now."

Juandissimo smirked at him, ignoring his words. The Spanish fairy - dressed in a puffy red shirt, black pants, black dance shoes and a black sombrero cordobés with a red ribbon - took up a dance position. Cupid frowned, "I mean it, Juan. I'm not in the mood."

Juandissimo ignored his words once more and instead danced over to him, gently taking hold of his hand. Cupid huffed and ripped his hand away, beginning to float away from his lover, but Juandissimo took hold of his arm and pulled him back; spinning him around then wrapping an arm around his waist. Cupid lost his grip on his mug, but Juandissimo caught it with his left hand before it could hit the ground. The fairy placed it on a nearby shelf then, as Cupid looked up at him, smirked flirtatiously. Cupid continued to frown at him, "Juan, I said I'm not in the mood."

"Well then," Juandissimo said, pulling Cupid closer to him until there was but a tiny space between their bodies, "we will have to get you into the mood, no?"

"No." Cupid said, "I have work to do." The God managed to get out of his lover's grasp and began to make his escape, but Juandissimo took hold of his wrist and pulled him back.

"You can do that later."

"Juan!"

"Cupid." Juandissimo pulled him into the centre of the room, where a spotlight hung over them.

Cupid huffed, "Juan, I don't have time for this. I need to get back to work."

Juandissimo pulled him close, taking Cupid's right hand in his left one. Using his right hand, Juandissimo pulled Cupid's hips to his. Cupid looked down at their bodies then up at his lover, "Well, this is snug, but I've gotta go."

Juandissimo leaned down so that their foreheads were almost touching, "Are you going to talk or dance?"

Cupid's eyes narrowed, "What about 'work'? Is that an option?"

"No."

Cupid huffed, "You can be so annoying sometimes."

"Then why do you love me so much?"

"Good question."

Juandissimo smirked and stepped back, bringing Cupid along with him. It was a simple movement, but it made Cupid trip over his own two feet. "Juan, you know I can't dance."

"Not when you're so tired, no." Juandissimo said, "Just follow my lead. You'll get it."

"Juan…" Cupid groaned, but Juandissimo was already off in a dance; pulling Cupid along with him. The God tripped a couple of times, but Juandissimo was right there to catch him. Cupid looked down at their feet, watching Juandissimo's and trying to match his steps. Juandissimo was so damn used to dancing like this, he was going too fast. A couple of times Cupid had stepped on Juandissimo's foot, but the fairy had paid no mind to it; not only because that would upset Cupid but because he was wearing shoes while his lover was - as usual - bare foot. Cupid dared not raise his head to look at Juandissimo. "I've just found another thing I've inherited from Dad: the inability to dance." Cupid said, wincing as he accidentally stepped on Juandissimo's foot for what seemed like the millionth time.

"It is just because you're tired." Juandissimo said. He released one of Cupid's hands to tilt his chin up, forcing the God to meet his gaze. "Stop looking at the floor. Focus on me."

Cupid's eyebrows knitted together. "You'd think I'd be used to this, we've been together for years. That, and dancing is a way to display love." He let go of Juandissimo's hand to point at himself, "Hello, God of Love here."

"You are purposely distracting yourself." Juandissimo noted, "Stop talking."

"I am not -"

"You're doing fine. Relax."

Juandissimo could sense that Cupid was beginning to get even more stressed, so he pressed a kiss to his forehead. When Cupid raised his eyes to look at him again, frowning in impatience, Juandissimo winked at him. That seemed to soothe some of Cupid's anger, since his facial expression turned to one of relaxation.

When his lover twirled him around once more, Cupid shut his eyes briefly and sighed through his nose, letting it all melt away. That was it. It was all gone. No work, no deadlines. It was only Juandissimo, the music and him. Strangely - but thankfully - shutting his eyes and letting it all go didn't make him step on his partner's foot anymore, nor did he trip over once. Quite the contrary, it improved his movements until he was almost as graceful as the man holding him, who had been dancing for almost all of his life.

The two spun around the living room in a waltz as the music continued to play around them, a perfect combination of guitars, violins and some other instruments Cupid couldn't quite name at the current moment. Their movements were strong yet graceful and they mirrored each other. As Juandissimo twirled Cupid around, he smirked. Mission almost accomplished. The stress was gone and Cupid was smiling, even on the edge of grinning. He even heard him giggle slightly a couple of times. Good. Perfect. Juandissimo stopped his partner's twirling and pulled him to his chest, then almost immediately lowering him into a dip so low, Cupid's head was almost touching the floor. Once realizing his partner hadn't brought him back up, Cupid let his eyes open slightly. He looked up into Juandissimo's face and saw that he was smirking. Juandissimo raised an eyebrow in a way that made him look smug, "Tell me, are you happy?"

Cupid nodded, "I'd be happier if you let me back up."

"But are you relaxed? Do you have a desire to go back to work?"

"Are you kidding? I'm too tired for that."

Juandissimo's face broke out in a grin. "Good. Just what I wanted." Juandissimo brought him back up to stand on his own two feet.

"Oh, what? Was this some sort of trick?" Cupid asked.

"No. Just trying to get you to relax. You've been overworking yourself lately. I've been worried about you."

Cupid stared at him - one hand on his shoulder, the other still intertwined with his - then his brow furrowed, "I guess I have been a little stressed lately."

"A little?"

Cupid frowned, "Yeah. Ok, ok. I get it. My bad." He went on to speak some more, but suddenly a large yawn erupted from his mouth. He released Juandissimo to put one hand to his mouth and stretch his other arm, "Oh, man," Cupid said once his yawn had disappeared, "I didn't realize how tired I was."

"Mm-hm." Juandissimo nodded, suddenly scooping Cupid into his arms and carrying him off to the stairs. As he climbed the pink stairs, Juandissimo smirked, "But that's me, being the hombre muy apuesto y gallardo man that I am."

Cupid frowned, "I dunno what you just said, but…gosh, you can be the most annoying man ever, sometimes."

Juandissimo chuckled, "And the other times?"

Cupid sighed through his nose, wrapping both arms around his lover's neck, "At other times…" he sighed through his nose again, "you can be the best husband ever."

Juandissimo grinned, "And that is why you married me, no?"

"I guess."

Juandissimo chuckled once more and pressed a kiss to his lover's temple as he pushed open the door to their bedroom with his shoulder. He gently kicked it shut then made his way over to the bed, gently lowering Cupid on to the mattress once he had reached the God's side of the bed. He brushed a strand of pink hair out of Cupid's eyes, "Te amo, Cupido."

Cupid shifted on the mattress, soaking up the softness he had denied for the past few days, "I love you too, Juan."

Juandissimo smiled and began floating back over to the door, but was stopped when Cupid spoke up, "Hey, wait, Juan."

Juandissimo looked over his shoulder as Cupid sat up, "Hm?"

Cupid patted the space on the mattress next to him, "Stay."

Juandissimo considered it. Come to think of it, he had had a few rough nights since Cupid began denying food and sleep. The Spanish fairy shrugged and removed his hat, laying it on the bedside table as he floated back over to the bed; this time on his side. Cupid removed his coat as Juandissimo kicked off his shoes and lifted the blanket, climbing into bed next to his spouse. As Juandissimo settled himself, Cupid rolled over to face him (once he had finished removing his tie), "Hey, Juan?"

"Hm? Yes, my sweet?"

"When we wake up, I'm wearing that shirt." He poked Juandissimo's shoulder blade.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Looks comfy."

Juandissimo laughed. Even through all their years of romance, Cupid still liked to steal Juandissimo's shirts and wear them at random times during the day. He never wore them out though; probably because Juandissimo's shirts were too big for him and made him look strange. Juandissimo thought it made him look kind of cute. Juandissimo scooted closer and pressed a kiss to Cupid's forehead, "Sweet dreams, my darling."

Mission accomplished.

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Author's note:

Thank God. I was going mad with not being able to write anything.

Inspired by the scene in Birthday Bashed, where Juandissimo (wearing Poof as a mask while being disguised as Timmy) dances with Jorgen. The outfit he's wearing in this is the same one he wears in that episode. Looks pretty good on him.

I don't know how I feel about how this turned out. But it is kinda cute.