A/N: Finally got my College Applications out of the way, my school projects finished, and threaten- I mean politely asked my Beta to stop procrastinating and well, five months later, here I am!

Disclaimer: -Man is not mine and never will be, unfortunately.

It was a fine morning, for his office was quiet, his desk neat for once, and the curtains draped off to the side to let in the rays of the morning sunlight. A cup of steaming coffee sat in front of him, and he took a deep waft of the bitter aroma. He picked up the ceramic cup and brought the steaming liquid to his lips. He pause and then he let out a sigh of contentment as he indulged in his guilty pleasure.

"Ah, nothing like a good cup of Kopi Luwak. A fine morning? No, it's a beautiful morn-"

The doors of his office were roughly pushed open and rebounded off the wall. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights. His body jumped and his eyes widened. His son marched in with fury and instincts told him to save his reputation and hide the cup. As his hands moved to lower the ceramic below the desk, his desire craved the bittersweet liquid and he couldn't help but pull the cup upwards instead. The rapid change in movement caused the liquid to swoosh around and to his horror, half of the cup's content spilled onto his slacks.

"Shit, shit, shit shit!" He chanted as he grabbed tissues and dabbed at his ruined pants. "No! My cof-"

"Master?"

The man caught himself midsentence as the intruder called out to him. "Drink! My drink!" He reiterated lamely. "I spilled my drink cause of you, you idiot son!"

"Can't you refer to me by my own name for once? I don't see the purpose of you naming me Allen at all,"said the newcomer, miffed. "It's not my fault that you were drinking-" He stopped speaking as his nose caught onto the smell. "Is that… coffee?"

He coughed into his hands at the wide eyed stare his son was giving him. There is no going pass that great nose of Allen's and his son sure didn't get it from his side of the family. The only reason Cross can come up with is that Allen hides a microscopic machine in his nostrils to detect the smell of food, but that has yet to be confirmed.

"Can't a grown man drink coffee in the morning?"

"Not if the grown man is Cross Marian," Allen replied. "Dad, show's over. You can pull out the booze, I've long passed judging you for your binge drinking."

"Can't a coffee lover indulge in some caffeine? Besides, the coffee beans you buy stink," Cross said, mocking offense.

"Since when have you become a coffee lover? And just so you know, I love my coffee the way it is. What's so special about yours?"

"I've always been a coffee lover at heart," Cross said melodramatically. "And it's Kopi Luwak, for your information."

One of Allen's eyebrows raised and he gave Cross an incredulous look. "You shun Blue Mountain, but you'll drinking cat excretion?"

"It's not a cat, it's a palm civet, and do not say excretion. That sounds disgusting. This," he swooshed whatever is left in his cup, "is God's gift to mankind."

"That's a type of cat."

"Shhhh! Let me wallow in my denial for a bit longer."

At the skeptical look Allen gave him, Cross coughed once again.

"What do you want now, my idiot son?"

"The name's Al-len," He annunciated. "And I'm here to give you this," he placed a folder onto Cross's desk and watched his father glance at it.

"What is it?"

Oh, no, please, God forbid you open that folder and take a look over the document, the document will read itself, Allen internally thought. "You wanted the contract, no?"

Cross's eyes narrowed and he placed the cup back on his desk, all thoughts of coffee shoved out of his mind. "You're telling me you got that Tyki kid to sign the damn contract?" Cross reached for the folder and his eyes roamed the contents of the file.

"You asked me to get him to sign it, so isn't that what you wanted?" Allen asked, confused.

"By the holy being that graces me with such luck, how did you do it this time?"

"There's no holy being out there that believes you deserve such thing called 'luck', and well," Allen paused, and shoved aside his earlier anger with his cheeks aflame. "I have my ways."

A smug look crossed the red head's face. "Now I know you're an adult now and that your personal life should not be any of my concern, but Allen Walker!" Cross mock scolded. "I've taught you- no, your mother taught you better than to swing you shiny lil' ass towards our potential employee for the sake of a mere contract!"

"I do not swing my ass around for a mere contract!" Allen exclaimed.

Though if he think about it, isn't it normal to have sex with the one you're dating? If you go along that line of thinking, then to put it simply, it's not a matter of will he swing his ass in front of Tyki, but when will he do it. But then again, it's not like Allen will stoop that low to give ownership of his butt for a contract. Besides, Tyki said they didn't have to go that far.

"Did you give yourself of any form to him then?" Cross teased.

"I… I- what are you…" Allen stammered while a mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and bewilderment goes through him. How could he just…spout such things like that?! "I'm leaving," Allen said furiously. He turned around and made sure to slam the door extra hard on his way out.

Cross turned back to his spilled coffee and lit a cigar as he mourned the end of his beautiful morning.

He sighs before he perks up again and walked towards his glass cabinet on the other side of the room and grabbed a nice bottle of red wine. This is the perfect moment to do what alcohol is best for: drink away his, um… sorrows.

And hence, Cross has no idea how close he was to the truth of Allen's secretive ways.

Lavi opened his eyes and groggily shifted his body into a more comfortable position, but he felt an arm strung around his waist so he turned towards the welcomed intruder on his bed. A brief smile graced his features at the sight of the Asian woman sound asleep beside him and the memories of the night before resurfaced. He sighs in contentment and sits up to stretch and relieve the kinks in his muscles from his routine the night before. Lavi reached for his phone to check the time and notice that it was still early.

"I shouldn't have anything scheduled today, so I probably should have the day off since Allen hasn't sent me any reminders… Allen! Shit!" The red head cursed as he quickly dialed the number he remembered so well.

His anxiety built as the phone rang. Lavi should have called last night, but he had… stuff to take care of that he neglect to check up on the albino. Lavi remembered the way Allen blushed in the presence of the Portuguese and the heated stare Tyki sent Allen's way when the English hadn't noticed.

"Hey, this is Allen! I'm not here right at the moment, so please leave a message!"

"Shit," Lavi cursed again as the call got transferred to the voicemail.

Lavi was in the middle of sending a heated text message to Allen, demanding the younger male to respond to his call and give explicit details of what had occurred after the photoshoot, that he didn't notice the movement beside him.

"Laavvviiiii," Lenalee's voice drawled out the red head's name, "Who are you texting to so early in the morning?"

"No one special, Lena-chan. Don't worry about it," Lavi responded cheerfully.

Lenalee puff up her cheeks and stuck out her lower lips. Her rendition of a pout put little kids to shame, and Lavi couldn't help but being drawn to those plump lips.

Catching where Lavi's eyes has shifted to, Lenalee smiled coyly. "Lavi," she said breathlessly, pulling him towards her body. The blanket shifted lower to reveal Lenalee's endowment and Lavi gulped at the delicious sight. He had to call Allen, he had to find out what happened, he had to check up on his friend, but he couldn't stop looking at Lenalee's body.

Lenalee's hands roamed the span of his muscles and he shivered. He felt his arousal awakening and willed himself to not give into temptations, but Lenalee's figure, her touch, her whispers; they were like the sweetest poison he had ever consumed. Lavi felt himself pushed to the brink of his self-control as he watched Lenalee's face got closer and laid kisses on his throat. The nips, the bites, the licks all drove him crazy.

As if he wasn't already on the brink of losing his control, Lenalee pulled Lavi closer by the neck and nibbled on his ear lobe. Lavi gasped and Lenalee glided her nose down the length of his neck, snuggling closer to the warmth.

"Lavi, take me," she whispers sultrily into his ear.

And amidst the passion running through his body, Lavi did not notice that his phone has received a message.

Allen unlocked the door of his apartment and took off his shoes. The living room was to his left and the kitchen was to his right. His stomach growled and the thought of a huge, delicious breakfast sounded great, but first, he needed to get out of his suit.

"Stupid Master and his stupid rules," Allen grumble, as he loosened his tie.

One thing he failed to understand about his father was the strict dress code he issued in his company. Aside from the models and clients, the employees of Black Order Entertainment had to always wear a suit or any type formal wear when meeting with him. Even today on his day off, Allen had to speak to his Master in a suit even though it was to exchange a few words about his progress.

Allen hung the suit up on and proceeded to take off his shirt when his phone signaled a message. He scanned it quickly and noticed it came from the red head. To his amusement, half of the content was all exclamation points and question marks. The rest was Lavi demanding Allen to call him and asking on his well being and something about… a jerk?

"Who's the jerk?" Allen pondered as he quickly responded.

Call me.

Allen had so much to tell Lavi, so many events to indulge the red head, so much going on to ease his curiosity. Then he stopped mid stride towards the kitchen. He frowned. The reason he was in this mess was partially because of the red head. It was for the sake of Lavi's career and that dazzling smile Lavi showed when he spoke of his dreams that made Allen wanting to help Lavi realize his dreams. But then last night happened. Allen's jealousy pushed him pass his boundaries coupled with his top priority for Lavi's sake. He's done something he normally wouldn't have; never would have thought he would, but he did it anyway.

Allen sighed. No point getting mad over Lavi now. He was aware of Lavi's licentious nature from the very start. He was like a rabbit stuck in human form minus the reproduction. Yet, despite all this, Allen wanted to stay by Lavi's side. If not his lover, then as his manager.

Urgh Allen Walker, wake up! Allen mentally scolded himself as he pat his cheeks in hopes of waking himself up. This was the path he chose to walk. He chose to be Lavi's manager. He chose to work with Lavi, and he knew of Lavi's lifestyle, but that didn't deter him before, so why should it now? On the other hand, he should be more concerned about his Portuguese… boyfriend.

"Ugh," Allen shuddered at the thought of referring to Tyki as his partner.

Allen made it to the kitchen and was in the process of gathering ingredients for making pancakes when his ringtone rang. Allen stiffened in response. After getting his priority back in check, Allen was not ready to face Lavi yet, but he did tell the red head to call him so if anything, it was really his fault he was in this predicament. He took a deep breath and answered his call. Allen continued to mix the batter for his delicious breakfast while holding the phone between his ear and shoulder.

"Hello, Walker speaking," he said automatically. Regardless of who the caller is, he always tends to start his phone conversations politely for his line of work. "Lav-"

His eyes widen as he recognized the smooth husky voice over the phone and his breath hitched.

"Good morning, shounen."

A/N: I know it's short, but bear with me . Since next week is Regents week (yay no school!) I will sit myself down and type up the next chapter(s). I just recently moved and in the process of unpacking, found all of my papers where I jot down future plans for this story and well, I was re-inspired and eager to write more! Until next time, keep the reviews coming!

Coffee Trivia Time!

In areas like Indonesia, coffee plantation owners's most detested pest eventually became their source of income. The palm civet, a native cat species prey on the coffee beans, however, their stomach cannot fully digest them. As they secrete it out (yes, it they poop it out), it turns out that the enzymes in their stomach altered the flavor of the coffee bean and had gotten rid of the bitter taste. The coffee beans are collected, and cleaned before they are sold in small quantities. They call this coffee Kopi Luwak. To this day, Kopi Luwak (also known as Cat Poop coffee) is the most expensive coffee in the world.

It sounds interesting, would anyone care to try?