recolle | White Day

Just because he was used to Jirou and Kenta being incredibly generous didn't mean Fai was going to start taking it for granted. His one good eye was wide as they stepped into the room Kenta had reserved for them, and as Iwai brought the bags in, Fai wandered slowly through the suite to take in all the little details. The mints on the pillows. The fancy soaps and shampoos in the bathroom. Someone had even left an origami crane on each nightstand near the massive bed. And even though it didn't appeal the way it used to, the scent of food wafting in from the table smelled pretty darn amazing. He might even have to try a little of it.

He was just wandering back toward the dining area when Iwai caught him first. With a bouquet of roses.

Momentarily at a loss for words (for a change), Fai carefully took the bouquet from Iwai. His cheeks were already starting to turn pink as he brought the flowers up to smell them. And then he shifted the bouquet to one hand to throw the other arm around Iwai's neck in a hug.

Catching Fai was easy, it always had been. Super powered vampire or not he was still a twig. Wrapping his arms around him, he chuckled a bit. Good to know that this surprise was well liked. He still had to give his other present too but hey he was glad to just start with this much.

"Take it ya like 'em then."

Which was an understatement and he knew it. But he was in a good mood and that meant a little bit of teasing was in order.

"I love them." Fai's voice was a bit muffled from the way he'd sort of smushed his face against Iwai in the hug, but he figured Iwai would get the idea. After a brief but fierce embrace (he was careful not to squeeze too hard, since his vampire strength--while nothing that was going to have him lifting cars or anything--was still more than he'd had before and would definitely hurt) he pulled back, but not out of the hug, just far enough to pull the flowers close to smell them again.

"They're lovely, thank you." He kissed Iwai on the cheek and grinned. "I wonder if they have a vase in here somewhere?"

"We can figure something out."

He gave his temple a kiss then let him go so that way he could go hunt for something. What he found was something that had what looked like crystals in it. That would work. Taking a spare towel, he dumped the beads into it so they wouldn't get lost then filled the vase with water which he brought to the table so Fai could put his flowers in it.

"This should do it."

Probably could have just called down to ask for something but eh he was fine doing it this way.

Fai just alternated between smelling and admiring his flowers, and watching Iwai work. He wasn't much inclined to argue with his boyfriend about his makeshift vase anyway, but even if he had, it was only water. It wasn't like they were ruining the thing.

(And the small, naughty voice in the back of his mind insisted that with Kenta paying for the place, the hotel wasn't likely to make a fuss about it anyway. But that wasn't a good way to look at things and Fai knew it.)

With the flowers now in water, Fai carefully arranged the stems and placed the whole thing on the table. "There! Now we can look at them and smell them while we have dinner! Mmm, and it smells really good too! What did they bring us?"

Iwai wasn't sure but he went to lift the lids to look at the various things. He...didn't recognize a damn thing. Partially because it looked like it wasn't Japanese food and partially because it looked fancy as hell.

So his conclusion ended up being.

"A chicken thing with a vegetable thing. I think. And bread."

Fai tried really hard not to laugh. He would never make fun of Iwai for not knowing the ins and outs of fancy cuisine. But that answer was so adorable (the basic equivalent of "some sort of food") that it sort of... blurted out. Oops.

"You are so cute!" He reached over to cup Iwai's face between both of his hands, wearing that stupidly fond expression he often wore when he was around Iwai, and planted a kiss squarely on the other man's nose.

Iwai blinked in surprise when Fai burst out laughing. He hadn't realized he's said anything that funny honestly. He'd just been honest about what he'd seen on the dishes. And he wasn't familiar with the names of fancy foods so...

"What did I do?" Yes he looked decidedly baffled as he stared at the man kissing him on the nose.

Fai honestly wasn't sure whether he could explain just how cute the whole thing was without insulting or offending Iwai--not that the older man tended to get offended easily, but Fai didn't want to take the chance.

"It doesn't matter," he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "It doesn't matter why you're adorable, it just matters that you are adorable!" He leaned forward to give Iwai a peck on the lips and then patted him on the chest, grinning, before turning just enough to get a decent look at the meal on the table.

"Ah, that looks like poulet à la provençale! I haven't had this in ages, no wonder it smelled so good!"

Fair sure did just say something in French. Iwai stared at him and basically settled on his original assessment of what it was. A chicken thing with a vegetable thing and bread. Yep.

"So...it's French?"

He figured that was...a safe assumption?

He was so confused right now.

Iwai stop being so adorable. (Or... better yet, don't.)

Fai just grinned and nodded. "Yes, it's French. And it should be very tasty, if they made it correctly! So you should probably sit your very cute butt down in one of those chairs and have some of it before it gets cold~"

For emphasis, he reached around to pat said very cute butt, much like Iwai tended to do to him. Turnabout and all that.

"Alright, alright."

He went to sit down like he'd been told then reached out to pull Fai onto his lap. Hey, being the only one really eating here just meant that his boyfriend would get to be close while he did. Made sense to him anyway. Besides, he doubted Fai was going to mind a whole lot.

Taking up his fork, he went to get some of the food onto it. "Let's see how this French thing is."

Yeah he so wasn't going to try to pronounce the actual name of the dish.

As usual, it was ridiculously easy for Iwai to move the blond. The squeak Fai let out was more due to surprise than anything--he never really minded when Iwai hauled him around like this. (In fact, somewhat later in the evening Fai was hoping there might be a whole lot more of that. Ahem.)

As soon as he realized what Iwai was doing, however, Fai grinned and wrapped his arms loosely around the other man's neck. Leave it to his incredible boyfriend to know how to make a six-foot tall man, the same height as himself, feel small and cute.

"All French things are amazing," Fai said matter-of-factly, suppressing his grin in an effort to seem authoritative. "You should know this by now~!"

"Oh yeah? Guess I'll have to see if you're right about that."

He chuckled a bit and put the bite of food into his mouth. Damn. It was good. Not that he was surprised by this considering the fact that Fai knew his food.

"Alright. I'll admit I ain't met a French thing I haven't liked so far."

Which meant that, yep, he liked it.

"Good answer," Fai chuckled. After Iwai was done with the bite, the blond deftly snatched the fork out of his hand and turned to spear another bite of chicken. Just because food didn't hold quite the same appeal anymore, and even though he didn't get much out of it, it didn't mean he was wholly uninterested. And this really did look and smell great.

(It didn't smell quite as good as Iwai, but the poor chef downstairs couldn't be held accountable for that.)

Fai tried a small bite of the dish and hummed his approval. "Perfect! Maybe I'll make this for us sometime at home, I'll bet the kids would like it."

The next bite speared on the fork was held up for Iwai, and Fai didn't look like he had any intention of relinquishing the fork for his boyfriend to go back to feeding himself.

While he knew he could feed himself, he knew he wasn't getting that fork back too. Not like he minded honestly. They were on a date and having fun. Why not let Fai enjoy himself with feeding him like this?

Chuckling, he parted his lips to accept the bite.

"I think they would too," he said after he swallowed. "They really love your cooking a lot."

Somehow this had become an integral part of their dates, feeding each other--although it had started as less of a cutesy thing and more as a way for Iwai to make sure his beanpole of a boyfriend was actually eating. But Fai loved the sweetness and the intimacy of it, without any worry about how silly it might seem from the outside. Feeding a forty-five year old, perfectly capable man.

It meant getting to care for the person he loved the most, and it meant getting to sit in his foxy boyfriend's lap for the rest of the meal.

Score.

He laughed and turned to spear another bite. "I don't know, I think the boys would eat anything vaguely edible as long as I put enough of it in front of them. Teenage boys don't seem much different these days from when I was that age."

"Can't say too much about that myself. I grew up in Japan."

It was a wildly different culture there compared to here. Even coming here in his twenties had taught him that. But he liked it here honestly. There really wasn't a day he regretted coming here. Especially since he'd started dating Fai.

Eating another bite, he chewed thoughtfully then swallowed.

"I do know Noah likes to make sure he gets home so he can eat your food though."

Fai turned his head back to fix Iwai with a skeptical look before offering another bite. "What, so you're trying to tell me that just because you grew up half a world away, you weren't a walking bundle of hormones and hunger when you were a teenager? I'm pretty sure that's biological, not societal."

Still, he smiled at the mention of Noah. "He's a good boy. Even if I desperately want to take him shopping and get some color into his wardrobe. And shove a bar of soap in his mouth while I'm at it!"

Iwai decided to not answer that. Because there was no point in bringing up bad childhoods into things like this when they were here to have a good time. Mentioning that he'd only been a ball of hunger because he hadn't been sure when he'd get his next meal due to neglect would definitely do that.

"I think his mouth is fine. Though I'm pretty sure you just wanna take us all shopping."

(It was probably a good thing Iwai was tactful enough not to bring that up. Fai would have felt terrible if the conversation had turned in that direction.)

As it was, he laughed aloud at the idea that he probably just wanted to take all of his little family shopping, having to duck his head against Iwai's neck so as not to be rude and laugh open-mouthed while Iwai's dinner was right there. (Did vampires still have germs? More things to ponder.)

"Ah, you're definitely right about that! One of these days I'll have to take Sakura-chan shopping, although we'll probably break the bank finding cute things for her! And you, Mister Sexy-pants~" Fai lifted his head and grinned. "I'm going to take you out shopping someday too. You'd be like a really big, sexy Ken-doll for me to dress up!"

He...stared at him. He had gotten what the rest of what Fai said was. But what the hell? He looked so confused as he tried to figure out what that last part even was.

"The hell is a Ken-doll?"

Seriously. He had no idea.

Fai cackled and let his head fall gently forward again, this time so that his forehead rested against Iwai's. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised, after spending these last several months together, that that was what Iwai took out of what he'd said. The older man tended to get hung up on funny parts of their conversations, which Fai suspected had just as much to do with the gap in their ages and personalities as it had to do with the different cultures they'd grown up in.

Fai just thought it was really cute, honestly.

"It's like a Barbie doll, sweetheart," he said, the obvious amusement in his voice lacking any trace of teasing this time. "Ken is Barbie's boyfriend, I think. It's a boy doll you put different clothes on. So you'd be my own pretty doll to try different clothes on."

He wasn't really sure what a Barbie was either but he was at least able to figure out sort of what he meant when he said it was about dressing up. He didn't get why someone would be into that but he was also used to the fact that they liked different things. Not to mention having had very different likes growing up.

"So does this mean you'll dress yourself up to go with my outfits?"

He'd say he'd dress him up but honestly he'd just put Fai in the clothes he had already because hell if he understood fashion.

"Can you honestly imagine me passing up an opportunity to play dress-up?" Fai grinned and finally turned to gather up some more of Iwai's dinner onto the fork. He could get distracted with the best of them--and especially by Iwai--but it would be a shame to let such nice food go to waste. And Fai always had to be mindful these days of what and how much his boyfriend was eating. Even if he hadn't asked to be a vampire, or to only find Iwai viable as a source of blood, he had some pretty compelling reasons for wanting to keep the man healthy that didn't have to do with guilt.

(But of course it was Fai, so there was definitely still some lingering guilt there too.)

"Hm, I'll bet one of these other dishes is dessert! I wonder what they left for us?"

"Probably something else I can't pronounce."

Or know of. This place was fancy as hell after all. Still, Iwai couldn't say he minded since he was here with Fai and the food was good. Though honestly the company was still the best part of all of it.

"Wanna lift the thing and find out what it is?"

"I would be delighted!"

As soon as Iwai had taken the current bite of dinner off the fork, Fai sat the utensil on the edge of the plate to free his hand up. He had to lean a bit to reach the last covered dish, sitting side-saddle on Iwai's lap as he was, but he shot a sly look back at Iwai as he did so--though he managed to restrain himself from wiggling while he was at it.

It was a near-Herculean effort, mind. To keep himself from trying to distract Iwai before dinner was finished.

(Give yourself a little mental pat on the back there, Fai.)

When he managed to snag the handle on the last lid, he gasped in delight at what lay beneath.

"Cheesecake!" Bless the room service staff here, honestly.

Iwai looked around Fai with curiosity. It was, in fact, cheesecake. A simple cheesecake that looked really delicious. Well, he had no complaints here and reached around his boyfriend to dip his finger into the creamy texture before bringing that to his lips.

"Tastes good."

Yep. He was a super classy guy and not about to apologize for it.

Surprise registered in Fai's good eye for a split second before he laughed aloud at his boyfriend's table manners. Hey, it was just the two of them here, so who cared? It's not like he had to worry about cooties~

Setting the lid to the side and out of their way, Fai proceeded to follow Iwai's lead and dredge his own scarred fingertip through the delicious filling. He only took a little taste from the edge, though, then held the rest out to Iwai.

"That is good! It's a good thing I don't have to worry so much about calories anymore!" Because vampire and not eating real food much anymore and all. "I guess you'll just have to work out a little extra this week, hmm~?"

Leaning forward again, he took that finger into his mouth to finish off the rest of the creamy texture found there. He made sure it was all gone before pulling back to lick his lips.

"Why? I'm gonna work off the calories when we hit the sheets later."

There wasn't any sort of joking tone to his voice either. He knew what he was about.

With his boyfriend sucking on his finger like that, by the time 'hitting the sheets' was mentioned, Fai's heart was fluttering at the thought. Somehow, somehow he managed to keep it cool, however.

(God only knows how. Hidden reserves of willpower, apparently.)

"You think so~?" Iwai's tone may not have been joking, but there was a teasing edge to Fai's voice as he asked, his good eye peering imperiously at the other man. "And who says there's going to be any of that, mister? Just because you give a guy flowers and sit him on your lap, suddenly he's just going to fall into bed with you~?"

Iwai lifted a brow at him. He even leaned back as he looked him over. First up then down.

"Yeah I know you better than that."

He was amused at Fai pretending like he wasn't ready to hop into bed with him at the slightest suggestion though. It was cute.

"Whaaaat? What kind of girl do you think I am?" But he couldn't keep the act up for long and didn't particularly feel the need to, so before he'd even finished asking the question his usual, mischievous grin was back in full force.

But at the same time it was a good lead-in to fussing over his boyfriend. Scarred fingertips (now clean of cheesecake) scritched along the stubble on Iwai's jawline. "You think just because you're handsome and sweet and thoughtful and amazing that I'm going to fall for you?"

As if he hadn't already done that months ago. But Iwai deserved to hear the laundry list of wonderful things about himself from time to time, and Fai had no problem repeating it.

He had found he really loved when Fai scratched at his stubble. It wasn't exactly itchy but it still felt great to have those nails giving it that kind of attention. So he lifted his chin to enjoy it as he smirked up at his boyfriend.

"Not sure about all of those statements but I know you already fell for me."

Getting Fai in bed really was not hard at all. Generally he just had to give him a look. Really it was nice.

White Day

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