A/N: alright, I know it's damn unorthodox for me to do this but Elements of the Antagonist is going to have to wait after this chapter. Because…it's complicated. And…things happened. My goldfish died. uncomfortable silence ALRIGHT ALREADY, OKAY, I couldn't resist temptation and HAD to write this for NeverSayDie first, my wonderful partner in crime. She's written all these amazing fics to keep my insanity at its pinnacle, and I believe she deserved one. Sorry it's a little late, and the title's a little, um,…retarded. 

WARNING: if you don't like slash, don't read it. Save your sanity and indirectly, the amount of flames I'll be getting.

Summary: MerryxPippin slash. Pippin brings massacre into the kitchen while attempting dessert. PWP fluffuzums abound! Dedicated to NeverSayDie.

Disclaimer: Merry and Pippin are Tolkien's, but Dom and Billy are MINE!! haha..nyahaha…mwahahaha..BWAHAHAHAHAHH-HACK! ::thunder strikes on GgtgY::

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Chapter 1 - Dessert

Merry watched as silently as he could, trying to suppress the neverending bubbles of laughter that were dying to escape his throat. He was leaning against the wall, and before him was the sight of the victimized kitchen completely covered in flour, with trails of jam splattered across the floor. The table itself was a flurry of cluttered eggs, fruits, butter and cream, and stood not a few feet away was the culprit of the scene, none other than Peregrin Took; holding up a tattered recipe book and reading it with great religious zeal.

"Dear Elbereth, what are you attempting, Pippin?" the question had been playing around in Merry's head for hours it seemed. Pippin looked incredibly adorable when he tried to make a serious face (which never did succeed), he only seemed like a little child who was pouting cutely, eyebrow-narrowing and the whole works.

"I'm trying to bake a pie," Pippin answered monotonously, and turned back to look at Merry with a raised eyebrow. "strawberry, pie." He continued the last words as sinister as he could; with a touch of awkward suaveness to boot.

Pippin made an effort to look somber, but that obviously came to no avail.

Merry snickered aloud, desperately gripping his sides. For Eru's sake, The man was trying to do an impersonation of a James Bond with a smear of flour on his cheek.

Needless to say, the suaveness thing didn't really work that well.

As a matter of fact, he looked less of a secret agent and more of an innocent puppy.

Endearing. Cute.

Vulnerable.

Merry continued studying Pippin, and each mental remark he made somehow effected the proximity of where they both stand.

Sure, they were friends.

But Merry just had to change that.

"…Merry?" Pippin spoke, breaking the sudden silence that filled the room. "What's going on your head?"

"oh, just…um, dessert."

"oh? You're having dessert?"

"In just a moment, yes."

"You're not thinking about my strawberry pie, are you? Because you're not going to have any," Pippin half-smiled.

Merry complied with a pert smirk.

"Don't worry, Pip. I might have something else in mind…"

--to be continued--