Set post-GX with established Ryo/Fubuki. Slightly fluffy.

"SUSIE, NO!" Fubuki's cries echoed from the den where he was watching TV. "You and Ronnie are meant for each other!"

Ryo's pencil snapped. He laid it down in irritation. The problem with sharing a home with Fubuki Tenjoin was his unfathomable love of bad soap operas (which was probably a redundant phrase as Ryo had yet to come across a good soap opera). And the problem with the overwhelming stack of pro league contracts and endorsement forms on Ryo's desk was that it kept him away from it. Ergo, he was forced to work on his nightly crossword puzzle at the living room table conveniently located right next to the den instead of in his quiet, secluded office.

"Oh, come on!" Fubuki yelled at the TV. "He only kissed your best friend one time."

Ryo rolled his eyes and attempted to re-focus. Even with the door closed, it sounded as though Fubuki were right next to him. And Ryo knew very well by now that asking Fubuki to stop watching soap operas- or to watch them without screaming at them, for that matter- would be like asking a Cyber Dragon to do the Irish jig.

Hmm…two across: another word for a talkative person. Ryo jumped when he heard a thud that shook the house a bit. The loud echo from the den told Ryo that Fubuki had leaped off the couch and was now standing up to his full six feet, shaking his fist at the TV.

"Come on, Ronnie. Your mother needs that money for your sister's operation! How can you be so heartless?"

Ryo slammed his pencil down for the second time. "Fubuki, could you please keep it down?" he asked, his voice clearly showing his thinning patience.

"Just a minute Ryo, it's almost over. Aw Susie, don't be like that. You're the one who got pregnant your first time."

Ryo shook his head, rolling his eyes skyward, and tried to remember what he ever saw in this boy.

Several shouts of apparent injustice later, he heard the door open and Fubuki stepped out. "Sorry about that. All My Lovers can get pretty intense," he said, grinning.

"Does that show even have a plot?" Ryo asked, disgusted.

"Of course it does! See, there's this couple that…" Several minutes later, Ryo was very, very sorry he'd asked.

Fubuki put his arm around his shoulders. "You should watch it with me."

"No thank you."

"Please? You never watch anything fun," Fubuki sulked.

"I don't consider watching couples make out, argue, and then make out again when they're in the middle of arguing to be fun."

"Ryo, where's your romantic spirit?" Fubuki joked, ruffling Ryo's hair. Ryo swatted his hand away. In truth, it was disappointing that he and Fubuki seemed to have opposite tastes in what they liked to watch. Fubuki loved cartoons, comedies, sitcoms, dramas, and bad soap operas. Ryo preferred documentaries, sci-fi, suspense, and the occasional well-done psychological thriller or horror movie. The two of them were rarely able to watch TV together unless it was pro league dueling or breaking news.

Fubuki glanced at the table and snorted. "You're still doing those crossword puzzles?"

"They're a good way to exercise the brain. Something you'd know nothing about," he teased. Fubuki flicked the back of his head.

"Ryo, you need a life. And as your boyfriend, it is my responsibility to ensure that you have some fun."

"I'm having plenty of fun doing this. Especially now that you've stopped screaming."

Fubuki pouted cutely and ran his fingers through Ryo's hair. "But I thought you liked hearing me scream. I thought my screams were sexy."

"Nope," Ryo replied curtly, not taking his eyes off the word he was writing down in the small boxes.

Fubuki snatched up his pencil. "Enough of this. You need some real fun. And I'm just the person to give it to you."

Ryo sighed, resting his head in his palm. "Not tonight, Bucky. I'm a little tired, plus I just washed the sheets from last night."

Fubuki smirked. "Not that kind of fun! Though I do find it interesting that your mind immediately jumped to that conclusion."

"Can I have my pencil back now?" Ryo asked, a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

"No." Fubuki held it out of Ryo's reach. "Another episode of All My Lovers is coming on in a few minutes and I want you to watch it with me."

Ryo glared. "Please tell me you're kidding."

Fubuki put his hands together and stuck out his bottom lip. "Just give it a chance."

"Fubuki, I would not watch that show if my life depended on it. It's pointless, the characters are flat and one-dimensional, and the same plot is recycled over and over again."

A look of pure horror etched itself across Fubuki's face "How can you say that? You've never even seen one episode!"

"I don't need to. Your screaming told me all I need to know."

"Just watch one episode with me, that's all I ask. Remember how I was willing to try that one documentary that I knew would be boring but you really loved? Why can't you do that for me?"

"You stopped paying attention five minutes into the documentary. I hardly call that trying."

"Pleeeease?" And there were those blasted puppy-dog eyes of his that could pretty much make Ryo do anything.

"No." Ryo closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to battle those brown puppy eyes, but he felt them opening them again when Fubuki moved his chair back and sat on his lap. He slowly wrapped his arms around Ryo's neck and rested his forehead on Ryo's. Fubuki's upper lip quivered and his eyes were now directly in front of Ryo's.

"Pleeeeeease?"

Ryo shut his eyes and groaned. "No," he mumbled, but he could already tell he was going to lose this battle.

"Please, Ryo-kun? I'll love you forever," Fubuki purred, turning up the charm.

"Fine," Ryo growled. "One episode. But that's it."

"Yay!" the brunette threw his arms around his blue-haired lover and snuggled close to him. "Thank you, Ryo."

"I hate you."

"Love you too, sweet cheeks. Now get in there, it's about to start." Fubuki pecked Ryo on the cheek, then climbed off his lap to go into the den and jump onto the couch.

The next sixty minutes were the longest of Ryo's life. The same couples broke up and made up about thirty-seven times according to his calculations, and that was only ten minutes into the episode. Every other sentence was punctured by annoying smacking sounds that their lips made when making out. Ryo felt his eyes get heavy very quickly. Fubuki, however, seemed quite entertained, and by the first round of commercials, he had tears in his eyes.

"Oh, if only the Love Magician were there to help them," he sobbed, dabbing his eyes with a tissue.

Ryo rolled his eyes. "Fubuki, you do know these characters aren't real, right?"

Fubuki put a hand to his chest. "Nonsense! These characters represent the hearts of millions of couples out there in the big wide world."

"Whatever."

"Ryo Marufuji. How did I end up with someone so cold hearted?"

"Can I please stop watching now? Those kissing sounds are really annoying."

"Funny, you sure don't seem to find it annoying when we kiss. Or have you been hiding it all this time?" Fubuki asked, eyes narrowed.

"I don't recall our lips ever making that sound."

Fubuki grinned devilishly. "Maybe that's because we're not doing it right." He grabbed Ryo's shoulders and pulled him close, making their lips meet. This time, he made sure there were sounds. When the show came back on, he held onto Ryo and attempted to make out at the same pace as the couples on TV.

Ryo couldn't help but smile through the kisses. At least soap operas were good for something.