The Cake Affair
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Icing on the Cake
The Cake Affair
By GZ
Chapter 01- Icing on the Cake
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Note: A Picture is worth a thousand words. Or in this Case 1,545. Said picture can be viewed here http://nikkicub.deviantart.com/art/Happy-Birthday-GundamZero-2009-135118854
Rating is based on the content of later chapters, sorry for the boring intro. Also it should be noted this is my first adult fiction, as such I will admit I’ve most likely made mistakes. I’m not adverse to critique, and will read it readily.
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The Cake Affair
The day had been a long up hill battle, filled with tragedy and triumph. However it was mostly filled with obscene words.
“Damn It! Choco Shit, Did Ya set the timer right!? Bet you don’t have timers in your shit backwards country… Stupid, fag, dress wearing, pretty boy, burning my cake…”
Ahh, Lovable Styax the center of the universe as normal. But as I am sure others have found before, he has the type of charisma that draws people in; and in my case makes me feel…
“Choco Shit! Git over here! Thought you were helping with the damn cake.”
His face had turned sour, the blue tattoo moving slightly as a frown appeared. “Sorry Styax Sama, I was just attempting to be out of the way…” He crosses his arms over the colorful apron adorning his chest, one I have been meaning to ask him to read to me. My English reading skills are not any ware near my speech skills.
“Well out of the way, nearly got the Shiva damned cake burnt idiot!” With a huff, I would never tell him looked a bit feminine he turned to retrieve said ‘nearly burnt’ cake.
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For the next half hour we sat in awkward company, while the master baker let his cake cool. I have always doubted his cooking skills, but he has proved me wrong a number of times. Styax Sama can be very domestic when it comes to cooking, though it doesn’t seem to make him happy; or at least it would seem from his attitude towards it.
More important was figuring out his apron, currently visible as he leaned annoyed on the counter with hands planted at his side.
One long straight Line and Two angled ones on the right side, that would be E then the next is Shi, and finally Zha. EshiZha, that’s a kiss. Next Cho, Ha, U, so Chohau? Or Cohu, maybe Chau? Chau is the only word that’s not a nonsense word, it means sexy. Final word, K, ue, R for a second ue, and another K. That’s Kuerk, and that’s cookie. So his apron must say-
A Kiss Sexy Cookie
With a frown I tried to make sense of such a bizarre comment, it seemed like a pointless phrase to me. Or maybe my spelling was wrong, either way I would just have to ask Styax. This in turn would most likely make him angry.
………….
We had finally with little to no misshape managed to get the first layer of icing on the cake. Well to be correct Styax had done it, convinced that “Wussy dress wearing Wuts, can’t help.” Because baking, is a highly manly Cosmin activity.
He had let up when we got to the decoration portion, allowing me to help frost the purple designs onto the blue icing. It was kind of fun, and-
“Dam’ it! Shit! Where’d it all come from?!” Styax ‘s face was turning an angry shade of red. His icing tube had popped at one seam, allowing the sticky substance to squirt liberally onto his apron and face. I watched trying not to smile as a glob slid off his face, and silently hit his foot. “Oh, no. Your not even gonna think about laughing at me…”
I proceeded to giggle.
“Com’er Choco Shit!!” I let out an undignified squeak as he came at me with the icing.
“Styax Sama!?” I squealed, as he grabbed me by the shoulder and proceeded to attempt to paint me with purple icing. He was taller then me, and built much stronger; but I was more flexible, in retaliation I managed to turn in his grip then smudged his face in sweet goo. There was a pause, and then he announced his intentions with an angry growl.
As I attempted to get away from him, he changed tactics; I suppose in the end opting not to hurt me, even though his language said other wise. “How Ya’ like this?!” was said with great malice.
“Aaahh! Styax, wa-wait!” I tried to pull out of his grasp. “Styax Sama! Na, No! Ha… Sta…Stop, please, eh!?” Soon I was laughing breathlessly as Styax continued to assault my stomach and sides with a tickle attack.
“Ya probably like it so don’t complain!” I had managed to shrink against him unable to escape, attempting to hide myself from his child like attack.
“Styax! Oh Gods! Please! Not their!” As things between us often ended, eventually I kicked him in the leg trying escape and we toppled to the floor. We lay like that for a moment, Styax’s larger frame pinning mine; a position we had been in often enough I was comfortable under his weight.
Looking up into silver eyes, I once again cracked a smile. His face was once again flush, expression in a child like pout. He frowned at me then, something that did not reach his eyes.
“And you wonder why the two of you got voted as most likely BL couple?” Dai Shen stood watching with interest, taking a drink out of his mug. With an unpleasant grin he turned and strolled away. The two of us could only sit in silent fear for a moment, before Styax regained his ability to think and pushed up and away from me.
“Come Back’er you Son of a Bitch!”
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GZ sat silently under the Dai Shen's strict gaze. The slave driver art muse had not been very happy recently with the lack of work being turned out. If he didn’t keep prodding the artist nothing would ever get done.
“Oh, no. Your not even gonna think about… Com’er Choco Shit!!”
Both heads turned as a squeak and then a rather girly squeal left the kitchen. “Styax Sama!?”
There was complete attention when a growl was let out followed by “How Ya’ like this?!” said in a dominate commanding tone.
“Aaahh! Styax Sama, wa-wait! Styax! Na, No! Ha… Sta…Stop, please, eh!?”
“Ya probably like it so don’t complain!”
“Styax! Oh Gods! Please! Not their!” This statement followed by a small crash. Dai Shen stood slowly, and strolled over tea in hand to investigate. Styax was laying on Kanyo, covered in icing on the kitchen floor.
“And you wonder why the two of you got voted as most likely BL couple?” He let his thought slip out, before turning to walk back to the staring artist.
“What Happened?” GZ managed as Dai Shen hooked the curious artist arm, and they proceeded towards the door.
“Oh nothing we need be involved in, least you get distracted again.” And with that said the two left followed by an indignant shout of “Come Back’er you Son of a Bitch!”
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After taking a short break to clean up, and allow Styax to change his dirty pants and shirt. We again tried to ice the cake. Icing was still leaking on Styax from the broken tube, and after watching his level of annoyance growing steadily I switched him so he could finish writing Happy.
“Hey Styax Sama?” I asked fidgeting slightly with the icing tube.
“What’ya want Kanyo?” His voice was stressed, obviously tired of all the distractions.
“A Kiss Sexy Cookie?”
“What?” He stared blankly at me, as if I were speaking Wutainies.
“A Kiss Sexy Cookie, what dose it mean?” I said with a blush, studying my now icing covered fingers.
“It doesn’t mean nothing. Wear the hell did you hear it?”
“I read it off your apron.” My blush deepened, my mind trying to come up with a distraction for the embarrassment. “Well I thought I had, I am not very good at reading common. So I guess I got it wrong…” I frowned, licking a bit of icing off the back of my hand. “How is it said Styax Sama?”
“Kiss the Cook, idiot.” He frowned writing the second P.
“Um, Styax Sama? What is ‘The’?” I spoke turning to face him.
“What?” He stared in disbelief for a moment. “Well…” for a moment he thought, mind trying for a translation. “I can’t explain the damn word! It’s just ‘The’! And the Damn Apron says you should Kiss me Cus’ I’m cook’in!”
“Kiss you?” I said quietly, slipping my finger in my mouth to clean it of icing.
“Yes Dam’ it! Kiss me Kanyo!” He turned to me, an annoyed expression on his face. Then abruptly he flushed, face relaxing into a mix of confusion and embarrassment. He tried to speak, only to finally snap his mouth shut and turn. He left quickly in silence as I pulled my finger the rest of the way from between my lips.
“Styax Sama?” I whispered after his retreating form, worried as to if I should follow him or not.
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By GZ
Chapter 01- Icing on the Cake
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Note: A Picture is worth a thousand words. Or in this Case 1,545. Said picture can be viewed here http://nikkicub.deviantart.com/art/Happy-Birthday-GundamZero-2009-135118854
Rating is based on the content of later chapters, sorry for the boring intro. Also it should be noted this is my first adult fiction, as such I will admit I’ve most likely made mistakes. I’m not adverse to critique, and will read it readily.
-----
The Cake Affair
The day had been a long up hill battle, filled with tragedy and triumph. However it was mostly filled with obscene words.
“Damn It! Choco Shit, Did Ya set the timer right!? Bet you don’t have timers in your shit backwards country… Stupid, fag, dress wearing, pretty boy, burning my cake…”
Ahh, Lovable Styax the center of the universe as normal. But as I am sure others have found before, he has the type of charisma that draws people in; and in my case makes me feel…
“Choco Shit! Git over here! Thought you were helping with the damn cake.”
His face had turned sour, the blue tattoo moving slightly as a frown appeared. “Sorry Styax Sama, I was just attempting to be out of the way…” He crosses his arms over the colorful apron adorning his chest, one I have been meaning to ask him to read to me. My English reading skills are not any ware near my speech skills.
“Well out of the way, nearly got the Shiva damned cake burnt idiot!” With a huff, I would never tell him looked a bit feminine he turned to retrieve said ‘nearly burnt’ cake.
…………..
For the next half hour we sat in awkward company, while the master baker let his cake cool. I have always doubted his cooking skills, but he has proved me wrong a number of times. Styax Sama can be very domestic when it comes to cooking, though it doesn’t seem to make him happy; or at least it would seem from his attitude towards it.
More important was figuring out his apron, currently visible as he leaned annoyed on the counter with hands planted at his side.
One long straight Line and Two angled ones on the right side, that would be E then the next is Shi, and finally Zha. EshiZha, that’s a kiss. Next Cho, Ha, U, so Chohau? Or Cohu, maybe Chau? Chau is the only word that’s not a nonsense word, it means sexy. Final word, K, ue, R for a second ue, and another K. That’s Kuerk, and that’s cookie. So his apron must say-
A Kiss Sexy Cookie
With a frown I tried to make sense of such a bizarre comment, it seemed like a pointless phrase to me. Or maybe my spelling was wrong, either way I would just have to ask Styax. This in turn would most likely make him angry.
………….
We had finally with little to no misshape managed to get the first layer of icing on the cake. Well to be correct Styax had done it, convinced that “Wussy dress wearing Wuts, can’t help.” Because baking, is a highly manly Cosmin activity.
He had let up when we got to the decoration portion, allowing me to help frost the purple designs onto the blue icing. It was kind of fun, and-
“Dam’ it! Shit! Where’d it all come from?!” Styax ‘s face was turning an angry shade of red. His icing tube had popped at one seam, allowing the sticky substance to squirt liberally onto his apron and face. I watched trying not to smile as a glob slid off his face, and silently hit his foot. “Oh, no. Your not even gonna think about laughing at me…”
I proceeded to giggle.
“Com’er Choco Shit!!” I let out an undignified squeak as he came at me with the icing.
“Styax Sama!?” I squealed, as he grabbed me by the shoulder and proceeded to attempt to paint me with purple icing. He was taller then me, and built much stronger; but I was more flexible, in retaliation I managed to turn in his grip then smudged his face in sweet goo. There was a pause, and then he announced his intentions with an angry growl.
As I attempted to get away from him, he changed tactics; I suppose in the end opting not to hurt me, even though his language said other wise. “How Ya’ like this?!” was said with great malice.
“Aaahh! Styax, wa-wait!” I tried to pull out of his grasp. “Styax Sama! Na, No! Ha… Sta…Stop, please, eh!?” Soon I was laughing breathlessly as Styax continued to assault my stomach and sides with a tickle attack.
“Ya probably like it so don’t complain!” I had managed to shrink against him unable to escape, attempting to hide myself from his child like attack.
“Styax! Oh Gods! Please! Not their!” As things between us often ended, eventually I kicked him in the leg trying escape and we toppled to the floor. We lay like that for a moment, Styax’s larger frame pinning mine; a position we had been in often enough I was comfortable under his weight.
Looking up into silver eyes, I once again cracked a smile. His face was once again flush, expression in a child like pout. He frowned at me then, something that did not reach his eyes.
“And you wonder why the two of you got voted as most likely BL couple?” Dai Shen stood watching with interest, taking a drink out of his mug. With an unpleasant grin he turned and strolled away. The two of us could only sit in silent fear for a moment, before Styax regained his ability to think and pushed up and away from me.
“Come Back’er you Son of a Bitch!”
…………………
GZ sat silently under the Dai Shen's strict gaze. The slave driver art muse had not been very happy recently with the lack of work being turned out. If he didn’t keep prodding the artist nothing would ever get done.
“Oh, no. Your not even gonna think about… Com’er Choco Shit!!”
Both heads turned as a squeak and then a rather girly squeal left the kitchen. “Styax Sama!?”
There was complete attention when a growl was let out followed by “How Ya’ like this?!” said in a dominate commanding tone.
“Aaahh! Styax Sama, wa-wait! Styax! Na, No! Ha… Sta…Stop, please, eh!?”
“Ya probably like it so don’t complain!”
“Styax! Oh Gods! Please! Not their!” This statement followed by a small crash. Dai Shen stood slowly, and strolled over tea in hand to investigate. Styax was laying on Kanyo, covered in icing on the kitchen floor.
“And you wonder why the two of you got voted as most likely BL couple?” He let his thought slip out, before turning to walk back to the staring artist.
“What Happened?” GZ managed as Dai Shen hooked the curious artist arm, and they proceeded towards the door.
“Oh nothing we need be involved in, least you get distracted again.” And with that said the two left followed by an indignant shout of “Come Back’er you Son of a Bitch!”
……………………….
After taking a short break to clean up, and allow Styax to change his dirty pants and shirt. We again tried to ice the cake. Icing was still leaking on Styax from the broken tube, and after watching his level of annoyance growing steadily I switched him so he could finish writing Happy.
“Hey Styax Sama?” I asked fidgeting slightly with the icing tube.
“What’ya want Kanyo?” His voice was stressed, obviously tired of all the distractions.
“A Kiss Sexy Cookie?”
“What?” He stared blankly at me, as if I were speaking Wutainies.
“A Kiss Sexy Cookie, what dose it mean?” I said with a blush, studying my now icing covered fingers.
“It doesn’t mean nothing. Wear the hell did you hear it?”
“I read it off your apron.” My blush deepened, my mind trying to come up with a distraction for the embarrassment. “Well I thought I had, I am not very good at reading common. So I guess I got it wrong…” I frowned, licking a bit of icing off the back of my hand. “How is it said Styax Sama?”
“Kiss the Cook, idiot.” He frowned writing the second P.
“Um, Styax Sama? What is ‘The’?” I spoke turning to face him.
“What?” He stared in disbelief for a moment. “Well…” for a moment he thought, mind trying for a translation. “I can’t explain the damn word! It’s just ‘The’! And the Damn Apron says you should Kiss me Cus’ I’m cook’in!”
“Kiss you?” I said quietly, slipping my finger in my mouth to clean it of icing.
“Yes Dam’ it! Kiss me Kanyo!” He turned to me, an annoyed expression on his face. Then abruptly he flushed, face relaxing into a mix of confusion and embarrassment. He tried to speak, only to finally snap his mouth shut and turn. He left quickly in silence as I pulled my finger the rest of the way from between my lips.
“Styax Sama?” I whispered after his retreating form, worried as to if I should follow him or not.
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