The Idiot At Breakfast {Vincent}

[Misato Hazukashi]

The sun tickled Moe's cheeks as he yawned and stretched on a warm Saturday morning, prom dress still hung up over the door as he recovered from the dancing and talking that had happened the night before. Stifling another yawn into the pillow, Moe became vaguely aware of the other clothes that lay across the floor, and flushed crimson. Next to him on the bed snored a goth boy, none other than the one and only Vincent Verax. Blinking nervously and sitting up, the little blonde recalled exactly what had happened that night and felt a flush burn up on his skin. An ache told even more details, and the little teen bit down on his lip, fingers running through his hair and pulling the curls free from any knots.

"Ahh... Vinvin?" He squeaked, gently shaking the goth boy's shoulder and peering over at him. "Vincent?" Nothing. Huffing gently and climbing out of the bed, the Japanese boy limped to the bathroom, running the water for a bath, then hobbling back gently to check up on his bedroom guest. "Vinvin wake up!" He blushed as he bobbed up and down on his toes. "I'm going to have a bath and then..." He trailed off, hoping no one else had seen the guest in the co-ed dorm.

"Then we can have breakfast." He finished, giving the sleeping boy one more shove, before limping away again, wiggling with embarrassment. He'd had SEX. And worse, he'd had it in the dorm and everyone probably heard him moaning and if any of the teachers found out... The blonde froze, staring into the bath water. They couldn't find out.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent was sleeping quite soundly, his face buried in the pillow and his arm slung over Moe, even as he started to stir. He'd actually been surprisingly well behaved at the dance, the worst thing he'd done had involved slow dancing with Sammy, losing his jacket, and getting told off for trying to get his hands under Moe's dress one too many times. Although his perserverence did pay off in the end.

It was only at the mention of breakfast that Vincent's eyes finally opened, because he loved food and if someone was making him breakfast, it suddenly became a thousand times better. When said person making the breakfast happened to be the same one he'd slept with the previous night, it was a million times better. Sitting up groggily, Vincent scrubbed at his face before catching sight of Moe heading into the bathroom. "Moe?"

His attempt to get out of the boy's bed ended in a tangle of blankets and a rather loud thud as he hit the floor. "Hey c'mon, where ya goin'?" He tried calling after Moe, but he was already gone. Pushing himself up from the floor, Vin's next collision was with the bathroom door. "Moooooeee?"

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe had wiggled out of his slip and was putting his toes in the tub when he heard Vincent thud to the floor and then rebound off the door. "Vinvin?" He asked curiously. "Is that you?" He mumbled, quickly holding his slip to his body and opening the door, peering down at the goth boy with his head tilted. "What are you doing down there, silly?" He cooed, pulling Vin into the bathroom and closing the door behind him as he wiggled into the tub, toes curling up over the tap.

As he thought back on the previous day, he remembered fondly how handsome Vin had been and how sweet and gentle he'd been. How they'd had a great time and as he looked over at his date, he offered a makeup wipe over helpfully, before dabbing at his own. It was quite nerve wracking, exposing his make-up-less, plain face to Vincent as the boy continued to wipe. "Ah... was talking about breakfast what woke you up?" He cooed, enjoying the soak.

"I can make bacon and eggs if you want? With toast." Misato smiled, sinking deeper into the water and watching Vincent curiously, genuinely intrigued to see what he looked like without make-up. "And juice, then we can watch movies or something." He rambled, reaching for his favourite shower gel. "Want to come in?"

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent just smiled up at Misato when the door opened. "Y'blankets tripped me." He muttered while the tiny Japanese boy tugged him into the bathroom. For a moment there, Vin had worried that Moe was mad at him. (It certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd woken up next to someone upset with him. It was more common an occasion than he'd like.) But sweet little Moe's voice quelled those fears and Vincent took the cleansing towelette with his usual crooked grin.

The goth boy scrubbed the smudged remnants of his guyliner off, realizing that he'd probably left black smudges all over poor Moe's pillow from his heavy sleeping. And by the time he'd cleaned his face off, the cloth was almost completely black. "Hey, uhh, sorry 'f I got eyeliner on y'pillow." He tossed the wipe into the trash bin, then moved over to sit on the edge of the tub.

"I fuckin' love bacon!" Vincent beamed, then slipped into the tub with his boyfriend, not caring that he sent water splashing over the edge. "C'mere you." He grabbed Moe and dragged him over, pressing light kisses over his face. "Y'so damn cute." He brushed his fingers through Misato's hair, quite content to cuddle Moemoe in the tub. "And' y'were great las' nigh'." He waggled his eyebrows and smirked like the egotistical bastard that he is.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe continued to play with the foamy bubbles that littered the bathtub while Vincent rubbed the rest of his make-up off. It was a pleasant surprise, how handsome the goth was under all that eyeliner. "You're so handsome." He admitted fondly, cheeks pinkening from underneath his hands. "And maybe the blankets tripped you because they wanted me to know you were awake." The blonde said sweetly, his hair sticking to his skin as he giggled.

When Vincent slid into the bath, Moe couldn't help but blush even more; it was daylight and they were naked and together in a small place all over again. Vincent's compliments soon soothed Moe's fears as he leant forward and eskimo kissed the older teen, positively glowing. "I was?" He said, looking confused. "It was my first time so... I probably could do better." He admitted with a little mumble, lying on top of the other boy and resting his cheek on his chest. "It was wonderful Vinvin." Moe whispered, stroking through Vincent's hair and smiling contentedly. "Best night of my life ever."

As the bathwater lapped at Misato's skin, he yawned and rubbed his eyes, ignoring the fragments of sleep still clinging onto him. "Um... promise you wont tell lots of people, okay? I want it to be special and our special secret that just you and I know about." He added softly, looking up with the best puppyface he could manage. "And if you tell then we wont do it ever, ever again." The blonde said sternly, hands on his hips. "Which would be sad. I liked it. ... I love you." He chirruped, before splatting a handful of foam onto Vincent's forehead.

[Vincent Verax]

"I coulda letcha know m'self." Vincent said with a laugh. His voice was loud enough as it is, I highly doubt Moe would miss it. He shrugged as the comment, then winked obviously. "Hell yeah, 'm fuckin' hot." He really doesn't need you inflating his ego anymore than you already have, my dear Misato, so please go easy on the compliments, or you're going to have problems fitting his head through the door.

As Moe laid against him, Vin lifted his arms and folded them around the small boy. "Y'got plenty 'f time t'practice." He smirked, running his fingers up and down Moe's back, feeling the ridges of his spine under his skin. He hadn't expected that kind of an ending to the night, but damn, he couldn't have picked a better one. "F'real though, 'm so fuckin' lucky t'have ya." At least he realizes that much; Moe could do infinitely better, but obviously his standards are much lower than they should be.

Vinnie looked confused as Moe begged him not to tell anyone about what happened and, like usual, his brain-mouth filter failed when he blurted out "I don' think I gotta tell anyone. I think they heard ya." The goth boy had no idea that this was not a smart thing to say. In his eyes, it was just a great testament to his skills in the bedroom, which was something he bragged about often enough. But if Moe didn't want him to talk about this, he wouldn't. A shame, because he would have loved boasting to Sammy. He tightened his arms around Moe and added "But I won' say a thing, 'cause I love ya too."

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe continued to smile happily as he snuggled into Vincent's chest and washed his shoulders tenderly. "You've got the biggest ego ever, Mister." The little blonde wrinkled his nose and threw a handful of bubbles at Vincent with a wrinkled nose. "Even bigger than that... thing down there." Another furious blush. "It was so so..." He trailed off and fussed away, washing himself down and reaching for the shampoo.

"I'm lucky to have you too! You're so kind and gentle and handsome and you take care of me." He said eagerly, squeezing the liquid into his hands and then massaging it into the goth boy's scalp. "Promise you wont leave me?" Moe suddenly said softly, eyes looking sad as he continued moving the soap in Vincent's hair. The idea of being without Vincent seemed a sad, sad world with no craziness and no lovely cuddles. A pout formed on his lips as he whimpered, shaking away the sad thoughts.

However, Vincent's other revelation was a horrifying one, causing the tiny blonde to squeal in dismay, hands over his mouth. "Oh Vinvin!" He whimpered, feeling tears fill up in his eyes. "Everyone is gonna laugh at me and think I'm a slut." He added, hiding his face in Vincent's chest and clinging onto him. "Just lets hope no teachers find out." And with that, Moe busied himself with washing his hair, straddled over Vincent's hips and stretching lazily.

[Vincent Verax]

Each of Misato's words were contributing to the swelling of Vincent's head. He just leaned back against the wall, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "I know, an' I got ev'ry reason to." And, like usual, Moe is just making things worse. He scrunched up his face at the sudden attack of bubbles, then scrubbed at his face to clear them away. "Heeeeyyy!" He grinned, scooping up a handful of bubbles and setting them on top of Moe's head, attempting to mold them into the shape of a tiara. "There, now y'pretty 's a princess!"

Vin closed his eyes and sank further into the water while Moe washed his hair. "Don'cha worry 'bout a thing, babe, I ain' ever gunna leave ya." Vincent certainly what anyone would consider the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knew a good thing when it happenes. And Misato was topping the list of good things that had happened to Vinnie. Of course, Moe's likely going to change his positive opinions of his new boyfriend when he learns what a manslut he is. (Or should I say was? Believe it or not, he's actually capable of being a loyal boyfriend.)

"Hey..." Vin lifted his hands to cup the blonde boy's cheeks. "'f anyone even thinks 'bout callin' ya a slut, I'll cave they fuckin' faces in." That is not an exaggeration. He would literally cave their faces in, so I highly discourage anyone from saying anything remotely bad about Moe. "'Cause y'so not a slut. Emma's a slut, y'not." Thanks for that clarification, Vin. And now he was folding his hands behind his head as he watched Moe wash himself. "Y'look good all wet." Oh Vincent, when will you ever learn to keep your big, fat mouth shut?

[Misato Hazukashi]

Can I have clarification on WHICH head Moemoe is swelling, since I don't think Vincent's joystick needs any more action with the little blonde for at least another few hours. "You definitely do~" Moe cooed in a fond voice, trying to look up to see the tiara of bubbles, before laughing sweetly and leaning in for a tender kiss, the smile back on his face. It is difficult not to smile around Vincent, especially when he's dorking around and being a good boyfriend. "Princess Moe has found his Prince." He chirruped delightedly. "Vinvin, Prince of Explosions and Tight Pants."

Vincent's reassurances only made Moemoe even more certain that he had the best boyfriend in the world, and he couldn't keep the smile off his face. Here they were the morning after and Vin was taking care of him, saying how nice he looked and being normal. Moe had always believed the morning after was a horrendously awkward affair, but perhaps that was just what the movies liked to make you think. "I'm glad you don't think I'm ugly... without my makeup on." The blonde admitted, scrubbing away at his hair till it was a foamy mound.

Grabbing a beaker from the side of the bath, the diligent teen began to wash the soap out of Vincent's hair, planting little kisses here and there as he did so. "You're so wonderful, Vinvin. I feel safe around you and not like a freak who wears girls clothes and makeup." Another lovely smile broke out on Moe's face as he rested his tiny hands on Vincent's shoulders, eye to eye with him. "Maybe we can shower together next time." The little blonde teased, a sparkle in his eye as he nipped the goth boy's earlobe. Oh Moe, don't tease him, he's already wound tight enough to snap without you being a flirt.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent continued to smirk in his usual confident manner, laughing at the new title that he just earned. "Th'tightest pants 'f all!" Because it would be a crime if he didn't share with the world his gorgeous body. I'm sure about 90% of Hammel would prefer he not wear clothes as tight as a second skin, but Vincent wouldn't believe that even if they told it to his face.

"Babe, ain' nothin' y'could do t'make y'self look ugly." He tickled under Misato's chin, then tapped on his nose. "F'real, y'like... got th'perfect face an' th'perfect body an' ya'd totally be smokin' even if ya wore a big ol' bag for a dress." Moe was indeed a ridiculously pretty boy and it's nice to see that Vincent is using his breath to compliment someone other than himself for an extended period of time. It's a rare occurrence, that. (Especially if he's around Emma, he's usually insulting her.)

He heaved a relaxed sigh under Moe's delicate attention and gentle kisses, sliding even further down into the tub. Keep that up, Moemoe, and he's going to fall back asleep. "Hmmwha?" He perked up at the mention of sharing a shower, his arms lifting to wrap around Moe's hips. "I like th'sound 'f that." Yes, of course you do, Vin. You're a raging hornball and Moe is only making it worse. At least have the decency to keep it out of the dorms.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato very calmly finished washing the soap suds out of Vincent's hair before drawing back and smiling softly. "Mr. Tighty-black-and-leather pants!" He giggled, moving to rinse his own hair out and closing his eyes contentedly. Who knew bathtime with Vincent would be so relaxing?

"You're such a flatterer, Vinvin." He scolded, opening one eye and making a face. "So full of sweet lies~" Cooing slightly, the blonde rang out his long blonde hair and climbed over Vincent, giving him a slow, lingering kiss, before wiggling out of the tub and grabbing one of the fluffiest towels for himself. Looking over at his boyfriend, he scrubbed at his face, then pulled out another towel. "C'mon, we can go have breakfast." Wriggling about in the towel, the little blonde looked delighted.

Unlocking the bathroom door and pulling the plug, Misato laughed softly. "Viiiiiiiincent." He said, shaking his little head with mirth. "You're all horny." He teased, padding out of the bathroom and into the kitchenette, hunting for the bacon and eggs. The Japanese teen knew if they spent too much time in the bath that his boyfriend would get wandering hands and start thinking of other horizontal activities. "You can be in charge of the toast!" He smiled, gently bapping Vincent on the nose with his spatula.

[Vincent Verax]

"Hey, I ain' lyin!" Vin defended as he climbed out of the bath too, taking the towel that was offered to him and messily drying himself before wrapping it around his waist and snatching Moe up into his arms. "Y'th'prettiest thing I ever seen. An' that's th'truth." Vincent so rarely complimented others, being the type to prefer rude insults, so when he did finally say something nice, he expected it to be accepted. He pressed small kisses to Moe's shoulders before finally letting him go, following after him much like a second shadow.

He laughed at Moe's accusation and responded with "It's y'fault!", a grin, and "I can't stop starin' at y'gorgeous legs an' thinkin' how much better they'd look all spread open." If that doesn't earn him a slap, well, Moe has more patience than a saint.

Vincent saluted in a silly manner when Moe told him to make toast. "Call m'Cap'n Toast!" As he went to fetch the loaf of bread, he turned to his boyfriend and asked "There's gunna b'bacon, righ'? 'Cause y'can't have breakfast without bacon." He went crosseyed as Moe tapped the spatula on his nose, then pushed it aside in favor of snatching Moe up and kissing him. "Hey, can I stick m'hand in th'toaster?" Romantic? No, not Vincent.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moemoe was happy. To have Vincent's attention and affection all to himself and all the compliments... he was positively bubbling over with joy. "You're wonderful Vinvin." The cute little blonde mumbled, unable to stop snuggling on the older boy, tugging lightly on his soggy black hair. "Kisskiss?" He asked sweetly, going up on tiptoes and touching Vincent's chest, cheeks faintly pink.

Steadily, Moe sorted out the items in the tiny kitchenette and laid the bacon out on the pan, only to freeze and shriek at Vincent's comment. "DIRTY BOY." He shouted, indeed giving the goth a slap, followed by a kiss and furious blushing. "It's a good job you're handsome and wonderful else I'd never ever open my... well I wouldn't. Ever." Yes, in some twisted way Moe had taken Vincent's lecherous comment as a compliment. I don't know what goes on in his pretty little head.

"There's always bacon, Vinvin." He promised as he hummed and turned the hob on, cracking the eggs into a pot and scrambling them. Squeaking as he was snatched up, and nearly dropping the eggs on the floor, Moe wrapped his legs about Vincent's waist and smiled brightly. "Best most handsome man ever~" He cooed, before dropping down and tending to the sizzling bacon. "NO!" He squealed at Vincent's idiotic suggestion, taking the goth's hands in his own, pouting and frowning at the same time. "Please no hurting yourself." The tiny blonde said sadly, giving the older boy puppy eyes.

I dare Vincent to resist that.

[Vincent Verax]

If Vincent had more of a brain, he might have wondered what Moe saw in him. Looking at the two of them, you certainly wouldn't expect a couple, but Vin was ever so excited that he now had someone as adorable as Moe to dote upon. As much of a manwhore as he was, he didn't seem upset at all that he had tied himself down. With the little pixie boy hanging off of him the way that he was, it was hard to think of anything other than his big pretty eyes or his adorable accent. It's safe to say that Vincent is smitten.

Misato's reaction to his horribly perverted comment was somewhat expected and he seemed to get more of a kick out of it than anything else. The slap was one thing, but the kiss that followed had him grinning like a fool. "Y'jus' can't resist me, I know." Vin rubbed his cheek, then tickled at the pretty boy's sides. Unfortunately, it won't be long until Moe gets used to such comments, considering the frequency at which they'll spill out of his mouth.

"S'did I die an' go t'heaven or somethin'? 'cause I figured that y'know... 'f I died I'd have been roastin' in hell." He had Moe, he had bacon, could he have asked for anything more? Maybe a shit ton of money, but... that's not important right now. Vincent actually pouted when Misato forbade him from stupidly injuring himself, looking over the toaster and sighing. He really couldn't resist those eyes and the thought of Moe crying was nearly unbearable.

Heaving a heavy and disappointed sigh, Vin shrugged. "Alrigh', I won' stick m'hand in the toaster." At least not while Moe is looking, anyways. Giving his boyfriend a sloppy kiss on the cheek, he finally pulled his grabby hands away to get the loaf of bread and actually start doing something that didn't involve trying to to put his hands in inappropriate places. "How d'ya like yer toast?"