Title: Kiss the Chef
Fandom: Ronin Warriors
Characters/Pairing: Cye/Kento, brief Sage/Mia
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, anything mentioned here by name isn't mine
Warnings: Post-series (all characters are 25+)
Notes: Belated birthday fic for Cye. It's not his birthday in the fic, but he is baking a cake! ;P

Kento was no stranger to getting sweaty. Heck, he welcomed it: that meant he was getting a decent workout. The Dynasty was (mostly) peaceful these days, but Hardrock still needed to be ready. However, after a hot July afternoon of helping Mia move in her new samurai armor finds so she could wrap up early and go on her date with Sage? Well, she’d promised they’d come back with burgers, so he was cool. Metaphorically. Not literally.

He moaned in relief the instant he stepped into the air-conditioned foyer. “I am not leaving the house again until there’s snow on the ground.” He considered passing out on the couch, but he smelt something chocolatey wafting in from the kitchen. Hmm. Perhaps a quick snack before burgers was in order. Luckily for him, he could seduce the chef.

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“Don’t you dare touch me,” Cye snarled while beating the batter. “Not until you have a shower.”

“Aw, c’mon,” Kento whimpered, trying to look as pathetic as possible. “Hot water is the last thing I need right now.”

“Take a cold shower then,” Cye informed him frostily.

Okay, he had been wishing it was winter, but… “I don’t wanna do that!” Being cold and wet at the same time was very different than enjoying the snowfall in your jacket and boots.

“Not my problem.” Cye poured the batter into a cake pan, then placed it in the oven. Before Kento could ask if he could lick the spoon, Cye began soaking the dishes in hot, soapy water. Kento frowned as Cye’s hands turned red. For someone who was so prissy about, well, everything, he never bothered with rubber gloves when he did the dishes. Kento supposed even the tiniest contact with water was a blessing for Cye. He got that: he still collected rocks when he couldn’t run off into the forest every day. It used to make his mom so mad. She stopped complaining after he awakened Hardrock, however. He wondered if Cye’s Mummy ever had to deal with her son being weirdly attached to water…

Wait. That was it!

“How about we both take a sexy shower together,” Kento said smoothly. Brilliant. Rowen now officially had competition for being the genius of the team.

Cye gave him a look. “You don’t have to seduce me to get cake, you know. It’s for everyone.”

“Yeah,” Kento conceded with a wink. “But it’s heckuva lot more fun.”

“Touché.” Cye toweled off his hands. “Not right now. One cannot leave the kitchen while a cake is baking something in the oven; it’s just common sense. However, I will take the cake out to cool in thirty minutes.” He didn’t touch Kento, but he definitely got into Kento’s personal space as he spoke. If any of the others could see Cye leer at Kento right now, gaze hungry for something other than cake, no one would ever call him the innocent one ever again. “After that, love, you’re all mine.”

… Cye hadn’t touched him once, but Kento still shuddered, unable to fight back a small sound of submission when Cye’s gaze held him like that. Still, he smirked. “Cool.”