Beyblade - Enrique/Oliver Theme Set Alpha
Fandom: Beyblade
Pairing: Enrique/Oliver
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: PG 13
Warning/s: Contains boy/boy romance, fluff and sexual undertones
COMFORT
Enrique could not contain his laughter as he tried to comfort the poor, dumbstruck Oliver staring at a dozen burnt cookies.
KISS
It wasn't his fault...well, not exactly, for the boy's kiss had been one sweet distraction.
SOFT
“Oh how are we going to eat these...hardly soft and much less edible things?” said the French boy, looking at his cookies in dismay.
PAIN
Enrique's face was contorted in a watery-eyed pout as he sucked on his injured thumb until Oliver gently pulled the finger out and placed it in his own mouth.
POTATOES
The poor blonde had been peeling potatoes for a truly juicy, savory chicken.
RAIN
He was alone on the veranda with his face to the gray, spitting sky, letting harsh drops of salt water wet his cheeks and stain his grass-colored hair.
CHOCOLATE
He tasted exactly like he thought he would: rich, deep and luscious, just as how the boy made his signature hot chocolate.
HAPPINESS
Those two idiots were grinning like squirrels on Nut Sunday; Johnny and Robert wanted to know why.
TELEPHONE
Buying a new telephone was in order and unless they'd get the guts to agrue face to face, no future telephones were safe from Oliver's and Enrique's wrath.
EARS
The French boy uttered a cry of half rage, half anguish and pinched his blonde boyfriend's ear to drag him away from the whore-ish Mary Sue.
NAME
He heard a small “Enrique?” call him from the bedroom and delightfully shivered as a tingle raced down his spine.
SENSUAL
Oliver was standing in Enrique's arms for what seemed like eternities as no other action in bed can top the feel of the steady rise and fall of the blonde's chest beneath his and the hot breath grazing his shoulder.
DEATH
He was grieveng like a proper horticulturist should at the wake of his unfortunate carnations.
SEX
To sum it up, their night was fantastic.
TOUCH
Enrique yelped as Oliver touched his bare arm for the latter had been frantically searching the freezer for more cookie dough.
WEAKNESS
Summer blue eyes softened as he witnessed his best mate's defeat and told him, “Screw being perfect!”
TEARS
He had never seen so much water flow from lavender-lilac eyes as they recovered from crashing into a pile of salt.
SPEED
When Oliver would cook escargot, Enrique would flee faster that the speed of freefall.
WIND
Dazzling bright green locks would be entangled in his sun-kissed fingers, until the wind would gently slide them out of his grasp like fibers of raw silk.
FREEDOM
“AAAAH! GET OUT OF MY FOUTAIN GIANCARLO AND PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!”
LIFE
He was a small boy immensely content with the riches of his family...and then he met a green-haired boy around his age on the playground's swings.
JEALOUSY
Lady Giancarlo could not understand her son's distress; was he jealous of the Les Desmonds because of their son?
HANDS
Two hands raced to grab the last French Fry on the tray but abandoned their quest as their skins made fiery contact.
TASTE
His new Passion Fruit popsicle was so delicious, Enrique licked the frozen confection right off the young chef's juice-coated fingers.
DEVOTION
It would take a crowbar to pry Enrique off Oliver's hair once he found a split end.
FOREVER
They leant their foreheads against each other's and smiled slowly, seeing forever in each other's eyes.
BLOOD
Oliver was screaming when Enrique rushed to his side and wrenched the cleaver from his grasp.
SICKNESS
The blonde remembered how his best friend had laughed so hard as he got sick on snails for the first time.
MELODY
Enrique stared at the singing stuffed bunny on TV and complained, “Why can't you cook these instead of your garden slugs?”
STAR
Lavender-lilac eyes darkened purple reflected the vast night sky in which Enrique saw all the richness of the stars.
HOME
Much to Gustav's surprise, the Giancarlo heir kicked the double doors of his palazzi open as he carried Oliver bridal style and declared, “Welcome home!”
CONFUSION
Gustav thought his godson had indeed married for the French boy was dressed in a most ridiculous gown.
FEAR
The Titanic pose was all that was needed for Oliver to conquer his fear of the ocean and Enrique to overcome his fear of heights.
LIGHTNING/THUNDER
The playboy and the snob were giggling like school girls in the darkness of their bedroom as the storm continued to rage outside.
BONDS
Oliver was entertaining thoughts of Enrique in delicious restraints and the thoughts entertained him back.
MARKET
It never failed to amuse and impress Enrique how his best friend always meticulously picked the freshest eggs.
TECHNOLOGY
Their song always happened to play everytime they listened to the blonde's iPod Shuffle together.
GIFT
“YAARGH!” Enrique exclaimed in surprise and anguish as Oliver had given him a dish of escargot as a prank.
SMILE
What they called the Knock Out Ultimate Killer Smile Double was the combined Giancarlo and Les Desmond charm.
INNOCENCE
The blonde wanted to rip the cheeky grin off his boyfriend's face, absolutely positive he was playing dumb to torture him.
COMPLETION
“There, a fresh batch of cookies!” Oliver said triumphantly as he closed the oven door.
CLOUDS
A beautiful dreamer with his head in the clouds was how Enrique was often described.
SKY
A boy with the depth and moods of the sky was how Oliver was often described.
HEAVEN
Together, they were an undeniable heaven to each other.
HELL
“AAARGH! YOU MADE ME BURN THE COOKIES...AGAIN!!”
SUN
Enrique was a child of the sun: suave and sizzling.
MOON
Oliver was a child of the moon: tantalizing and mysterious.
WAVES
The bedsheets were rumpled like waves frozen in time.
HAIR
A brilliant, sweaty mesh of green and gold fanned out on the pillows.
SUPERNOVA
They be-damned the cookies and left for an explosive galactic adventure under the sheets.