"THE DONUT DEBATE"
A sequel, of sorts, to "Disgust." Yaoi and het if you read it right. You may not get all the symbolism unless you have a fairly perverted mind. PG-13.
The two men stared at each other from across the picnic table. They were men with such great differences that only one thing could bring them together.
Sweets.
"I can't believe you don't like rainbow sprinkles on donuts!" Vash exclaimed. "They're so... happy."
Legato glared at the man with the yellow sunglasses. "I prefer the cream filled long johns, myself."
Legato took one of the oblong pastries from the plate on the table and slowly sucked upon one end of it before delicately devouring it. Vash chose a strawberry-frosted donut in the traditional round-with-a-hole shape. He crammed it into his mouth and licked his fingers.
"So undignified, Vash the Stampede," Legato scolded. "Donuts should be eaten slowly, enjoyed." With this, the telepath licked his lips.
"I enjoy donuts just fine the way I eat them, thank you very much!" Vash retorted, blissfully unaware of the Freudian symbolism that Legato was well versed in.
Legato took a long cinnamon twist and ate it as slowly and carefully as he had eaten the long-john.
Vash took another strawberry donut.
"You seem to like the round, pink ones," Legato observed.
"Not entirely," Vash replied, taking yet another donut, one with a different flavor of frosting. "I also like chocolate."
"You are a sick, sick man, Vash the Stampede."