Cupcakes

Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Digimon series.

Pairing: Established Hiro x Kotaro.

Summary:

People have an angel and a devil on their shoulders. Hiro has his brother and boyfriend.

"HIRO~!" Gammamon cried genuine tears. "SOMEBODY TOOK A BITE OUT OF THE CUPCAKES!"

"Ahh…I made them like that, Gammamon. No one's touched these since I left them to sit." Hiro plucked three cupcakes off the dish and packed up the rest.

A flurry of pats to his brother's horn reassured Gammamon not a soul had been into the room while they were gone. Until they got back, they'd been looping and stapling together alternating strips of orange and black construction paper to hang around the dorm for Halloween.

Kiyoshiro was either superstitious or embroiled in an online game event. He refused to do the school-mandated decorating.

Reassuring Gammamon also meant reassuring himself. Unsightly and slightly embarrassing, but Hiro's knee-jerk reaction to Gammamon's cry was to presume somebody did enter his room and bite the cupcakes, when he knew that wasn't it at all. The passing short circuit in his brain could be chalked up to the night before, watching old horror movies with Kotaro on Kotaro's tablet (since Gammamon broke his by biting), and without Dorm Leader's knowledge or permission.

Kotaro liked to be "scared" by the cheesy makeup, exaggerated acting, and practical effects, which wouldn't hold up to today's stories of Digimon burning humans alive and puppeteering a human corpse. Whereas Hiro…Hiro dozed off from boredom watching what was to him antiquated schlock.

This was predictable. The lived urban legends of almost dissolving into the decaying sludge of a skeleton-animating garbage beast or growing horns and suffering headaches so severe your head will explode were inherently scarier scenarios. Than what? Frankenstein's monster demanding a bride in Bride of Frankenstein? Come on. It wasn't even a contest!

Evidently though, some scares stuck from the bits and pieces Hiro caught mid-blink. They percolated through Hiro's subconscious, brewing him a bad dream about GulusGammamon. Hiro tossed and turned. A nightmare Kotaro unabashedly took advantage of, one might add – smooshing riiiight in with Hiro.

GulusGammamon ate all the chocolate!

Close contact with Kotaro didn't provide a silver bullet for fighting the Dark Conqueror off. Hiro's dream sorted itself out.

The thought of GulusGammamon sharing Gammamon's sweet tooth seemed like an absurd matter to get bent out of shape about, but…Hiro would have to accept GulusGammamon could reassert control over the body that was originally his at any moment. That suddenly, Gammamon's eyes would be GulusGammamon's black, and he'd fly off to munch on the cupcakes.

There really wasn't anything stopping him (as he'd demonstrated in Quantumon's aerial city). GulusGammamon's promise wasn't exactly airtight.

GulusGammamon enjoying the same treats as Gammamon was a frightening visual on its own. Especially given GulusGammamon's whole philosophy was eat or be eaten, and his ultimate objective was to devour the Endbringer.

So he claimed, and Hiro and the gang just kinda took his untrustworthy word for it, going so far as to announce to the world the danger the Endbringer posed. How they should weigh a pre-emptive strike against a threat two thousand years out.

"Ooh? Why did Hiro make cupcakes with bites already in them?"

"Ruli suggested a vampire theme. I poked bite marks in the frosting and filled them with strawberry jam."

"Woah! Cupcakes! Can I have one?" Kotaro swooped in like a witch on a broomstick, going for the batch Hiro wrapped.

Better a broomstick than an umbrella! Chernik chernika, Hiro was grateful it was Kotaro instead of Witchmon. Last Halloween had nearly been, well, their last Halloween.

Hiro delivered Kotaro's hand a light tap of disapproval. "Those are for Senpai, Ruli, and their friends. This is for you." He offered Kotaro one of the three he'd removed. Included among Kiyoshiro and Ruli's friends were the implied Jellymon, Angoramon, and Espimon (as Espimon was spending more time at Aoi's now). And arguably Emma Hanes, who was visiting.

"Uh, did you bite this? My cupcake's bleeding."

Meaningless question. Kotaro had begun eating, and was all for an indirect kiss.

"No. A vampire did," Hiro answered sarcastically, sighing Kotaro needed themed food explained to him. "Did you put out the punch in the cafeteria like I asked you to?"

"I said I'd help, didn't I?" Kotaro perched his chin on Hiro's shoulder (not like a bat), jokingly nipping the sourpuss' neck. "Blegh! Hiro! I vant to suck your blood!"

"Blegh!" Gammamon jumped onto Hiro's other shoulder and chomped down. Impressionable.

Gammamon's impression was less vampire and unintentionally more the New Yorker from Kiyoshiro's anime discussion group.

"Ow! Cut it out, you two!" Hiro yowled.

An angel on one shoulder whispering into one ear, and a devil on the other shoulder whispering into the other ear.

Or Angemon and Devimon.

Actually, the angel/devil division corresponded more strongly to Gammamon and GulusGammamon.

Actually, actually, Hiro eschewed a best comparison. It was simpler to label Gammamon and Kotaro coequal pumpkin brains.

Snickering, Kotaro withdrew to sink his teeth into the remains (get it?) of his cupcake. "I love it when you play hard to get."

"Hward two geth?" Gammamon didn't understand.

Hiro mentally pinched the bridge of his nose, Gammamon still at it and drooling all over the green-and-white t-shirt he occasionally slept in.

His brother and boyfriend were a lot to handle. At the end of the day, he'd like to say he wouldn't have it any other way, but…Respect must constantly be earned.

"Gammamon, here. Chew on your cupcake. Not my shirt."

The recipe called for chocolate as a base, of course. Gammamon couldn't say no to his champion, just as Hiro couldn't say no to most everything.

"Kotaro, you have a – There's a hunk of strawberry jam on your face."

Or Hiro got strawberry jam on his hunk.

"Kota!" Gammamon indicated where the jam was to Kotaro on his own face. "Here! Here! Here!"

"Hehe. I give up. I'm a careless vampire. Wanna get it for me, Hiro?"

It wasn't that Hiro didn't enjoy kissing Kotaro. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy strawberry jam. He merely didn't enjoy proving Kotaro right. That he'd fold to whatever pleading Kotaro did to make the kisses happen!