There wasn't anything sweets couldn't fix.

...

So maybe that was a bit of a stretch. But they certainly give you a sugar high, plus, when you are with someone you care about it makes it better. That's what Jibril decided. He took Logan to his apartment, and then went out, saying he was going to get some food and would be back. At the store he decided to buy just about every single type of ice cream available at the grocery store. Who cares if its winter time? He also happened to stop by a bakery and by several pies.

Yea, real good pies too. His two favorites in fact. Apple and Pumpkin. So nice. He might have gotten some odd looks, but it was worth it. He hoped Logan would like the food, he knew he did, plus the boy needed some fattening up. Yea, he had really noticed how thin the boy was getting and it worried him. He couldn't quite figure out why, and he wasn't sure the boy would be willing to tell him anytime soon, so he just hoped that Logan wasn't bullemic and would eat all the yummies he brought.

He of course hadn't left right away. He left after about 2 hours of just sitting with Logan in his lap on his bed. He had taken a quick shower, changed, dyed his hair black in the process, managed to add a few streaks of different colors since he didn't have enough black to cover everywhere, and then washed his hair again and left. Of course, when he left, Logan was sleeping in his bed. Jibril tossed on some clothes and left.

He was now back home, trying to be as quiet as possible as he slipped into his home. Boots were slipped off and flannel jacket hung up in the closet, leaving him shirtless and bare-chested, and in a pair of baggy jeans with huge holes at the knees. A belt held his pants up, and he had some white ankle socks on, but that was all, no underwear or decorations besides his piercings and tatoos.

He was setting up the pies at the table, ice cream set to the side, and cutting slices of apple and pumpkin, licking his fingers and the knife every now and then. All he needed was an apron and he'd be set. Who needed plates? He picked up a slice right then and in /two/ bites, wiped out a huge piece of pie. Yea, he can get a lot in his mouth. He has a big mouth. Licking his lips and then returning to cutting up more pie.

Looking at the ice cream would reveal every type, from plain vanilla to Snickers, to Moose Tracks to Rocky Road, and even Key Lime Pie. Told you he grabbed just about everything. Even Klondike Bars.

This should help both their moods. Just snuggle up on his bed or couch and eat sweets. Sounds good to Jibril.

((Love the title, babe.))

Logan hadn't spoken at all after Jibril brought him to his house. He might've made a sound or two, but did not speak. He couldn't bring himself to do so. Jibril had been unhappy, Keye was entirely right about him, and he'd screwed up Benji and Jibril's friendship just by being there. That was three failures in a matter of not even an hour. He didn't feel like talking. Though, the fact that Jibril still wanted to be near him, nevermind bring him to his home, was incredible. He was fine for those two hours, just curled up in Jibril's lap.

What he'd said, though, couldn't be filtered out of his mind.

How dare you abandon me!

But he'd felt so scared. Even then, in Jibril's lap, he felt scared. Scared Jibril was angry. Scared because of how angry his voice had been... just plain scared. He couldn't manage to relax most of the time.

And then, after two hours, Jibril said he was leaving to get food. Though Logan really could care less, because he never did eat anything anymore and if Jibril wanted to go get some food, it was fine by him...

He'd managed to snuggle into Jibril's bed all by himself and fall asleep. It felt oddly empty without Jibril there, but somehow he managed to forget and drift into slumber before Jibril actually did leave.

When Jibril got back, too, he was still asleep.

(( I came up with it myself ;0 can you tell? Everyone loves Torte anyways. Everyone. And if they don't, they are just bitches. ))

Jibril had been frightened when Logan ran. He's terrified of being abandoned. Nothing scares him more in fact. And when Logan ran...Jibril panicked. All he could think of what that Logan was in his hands one minute, and the next second he was running away.

Ice cream put up in the freezer, he held two boxes of pie; one apple, and pumpkin, and in the other hand was a thing of strawberry with real strawberries, and rocky road. Mhm. Yes, he did expect Logan to eat at least one of the mini-cartons of ice cream and two slices of pie. Even if he had to stick it in his own mouth, and insert into Logan's.

...

That's one of those things that borderlines kinky and just plain gross.

Curls swaying with his natural saunter, his footsteps were inaudible, for he knew how and where to step. Jibril looked quite stunning, in fact, with his black hair, even though there were a few stripes of color, it was mainly all black. And he looked gorgeous. It made his skin look even paler, thus brightening his emerald eyes even more and so on and so forth.

The door didn't make a noise as he opened it, and only made the softest of clicks when he shut it carefully. He couldn't help but smile adoringly when he saw Logan, curled up in his bed. Jeans ruffling as he climbed onto the bed, he crawled carefully over until he was right beside Logan. Instead of immediately waking the boy up - unless he's already woken him - he sets the food down and gently pulls the boy in between his spread legs, adjusting him so the boy would be careful.

Then, while rubbing the chest of his Master, he contented himself with eating some apple pie until the boy wakes up.

And not once did anything that happened today cross his mind.

((xDDD Yea. Pie is teh shit, y0. My friend dislikes pie...))

Logan stirred faintly when Jibril crawled into the bed, but was only really half-awake by that point and very groggy. He didn't hear or acknowledge his presence otherwise, until he was once again pulled into Jibril's lap. All motion seemed foreign to him because he was still so sleepy. He almost didn't realize he was moving.

After a few moments, he blinked a couple times. And blinked some more. He was having a hard time remembering things...

Then, finally, it dawned on him. Somewhat.

"J..Ji..Jibril?" His voice was rough and scratchy, not the characteristic smooth velvet it usually was.

He moved a little, trying to look up and see his angel's face.

(( OMGSH, then your friend is a loser ;0 ))

"Mhm, love?"

Jibril smiled adoringly down at the other, licking one set of fingers as he finished off his piece of apple pie. His smile was gentle and loving, as it always was, and he wiped his fingers on his pants and continued on to grab Logan's waist, turning the boy around so they were stomach to stomach, or near enough. Jib's hand was tucked under and against Logan's rear, holding him up against him. The other hand was playing with Logan's hair, which contrasted against his own jet black hair.

Of course Logan notices his hair right? Interesting instead of his grab you by the eyeballs color or his natural, pale pale blonde. His green eyes looked gently into the other's, and he leaned forward, nuzzling the boy gently.

"I have pie and ice cream, and I will force it down your throat with my tongue if i must, but you are going to eat a few pieces and a carton, at least."

He was so tender with the other, it was amazing that only near half a day earlier, he had been holding onto Logan and angrilly near shouting at him not to abandon him. Of course Jibril didn't want to think about this. Its not as if he was avoiding it, but it was that Logan looked so miserable about it. He simply continued to smile at Logan, planting a kiss on the other boy's face.

"Apple or pumpkin?"

(XDD No, he's just a bit... odd... in the head. ^^)

Everything was still very faintly fuzzy, so he blinked a couple more times. Of course he noticed the black curls. For a minute, it had scared him until he heard his voice and saw the familiar eyes. He was scared it wasn't Jibril for a second there...

"Mm..." he settled for as he laid his head against Jibril's chest and closed his eyes again. He shook his head gently against his chest once Jibril mentioned food.

He'd done some studying on the human body and food deprivation, and he didn't really want to eat. Because after a while your body gets so used to not eating, when you actually put food in it your body freaks out and makes you sick. There was no way he was going to eat that much food.

Logan is a teenage boy, he was still growing. Sure, Jibril didn't mind if he really didn't eat a lot, but he was going to damn well eat something. Maybe Jibril should threaten him with anger. But that's not Jibril, now is it?

Jibril frowned when the other shook his head and sighed, hand leaving the pie boxes, and moving to the small ice cream container. The strawberry one. He pulled off the lid, and grabbed the spoon he had, scooping a little bit onto the spoon. He was about to put it in his own mouth when he got an idea, and smiling lightly, he pushed the spoon against Logan's mouth.

"Heeeere comes the choooochoooo traaaaiiiiin..."

Words are spoken softly, an amused tone matching the amusing statement. Somewhere, he wanted to cry, becuase he wanted Logan to eat. Of course he wasn't helping with his own eating habits, but at least he'd live, Logan was wasting away. That thought hurt and he pushed the spoon more determidely against and into the other's mouth.

Logan really didn't want to eat. And when I say really, I mean really. The only thing Logan hated more than being in pain was being sick. But... he was about to shake his head again, but then just... gave up. He didn't feel like fighting about this matter, especially not with Jibril. In which he was still semi scared of anyway.

So he opened his mouth anyway and swallowed. A large part of him wanted to gag, but he managed not to.

Look what he's doing for you, Jibril. He's eating. You should be... honored.

Jibril sighed when the other swalloed - barely - and took the spoon to his own mouth, eating himself before closing the container, and pushing the food items away. He crawled from beneath Logan and layed himself beside the boy now, not touching him, and simply laid on his back, hands under his head, and looking up.

His hand slipped over, looking as if it was about to go to Logan, but it simply went in the other direction, and he picked up a piece of pie, munching on more. This sucked. This really sucked.

Logan curled up in a little ball after Jibril left. He took it as rejection of some sort. He closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

Today had really done a number on him.

Jibril looked over at Logan, immediately regretting moving away from the other. He turned and wrapped his strong arms around the frail boy.

"No, I'm sorry Logan...it's just that...you're so frail..." His voice cracked. "It looks like you are going to dissapear...just vanish...I can't let that happen..."

For the first time today, cool splashes of salt water fell onto Logan's arm. Jibril wa crying. It was such a saddening sight, someone so beautiful and powerful crying so helplessly, all becuase he was afraid his Master would just up and leave him.

It made his heart hurt, especially with Logan getting more and more frail. He lowered his head against the other's arm, now sobbing and trying to speak, but he couldn't get the words perfectly out. But they were obviously 'I don't want you to leave me...'

Logan was trembling lightly. He bit his lip, trying to snuggle close to Jibril, but he wasn't sure he could...

"I.. I..." he tried to say, releasing the flesh of his lower lip from his teeth.

"I won't leave," he said weakly.

Of course snuggling was allowed, it was most wanted in fact. And in reply to Logan's attempted snuggling, was Jibril simply pulling him into his arms and kissing his mouth deeply, passionately. He needed this, surely Logan would realize that, he needed to touch and feel Logan's body. He needed Logan to promise Jibril he'd stay with him until neither needed or wanted one another, if that would ever happen.

Kisses were placed all over Logan's body, the tears had stopped but his lovely face was still slightly damp, smearing water around as he nuzzled and kissed all over Logan's body.

Logan was taken slightly by surprise when Jibril kissed him, but didn't protest nor object, and simply wrapped his arms very gently around him in return. (Hesitantly, though, mind you.)

He was so... sad, despite all of this.

"I... love you," that was whispered whilst Jibril was nuzzling him.

(( This simply makes me so sad! ;_; ))

Jibril pulled the other completely against him, his larger body seeming to dwarf his waif-like Master. His hands were gentle, he wouldn't force his Master into anything if Logan didn't feel good enough. They roamed over the smaller body carefully, rubbing, stroaking, massaging.

If Logan could see Jibril's face and eyes, the moment he said I love you, a flare went through them and he lowered his mouth onto Logan's, pressing gently, asking permission with his tongue while his arms curled gently around the tiny waist of Logan.

Love you too Logan.

Logan let out a sort of contented sigh, wrapping his arms tighter around Jibril, now that he felt safe. Safe... was there ever such thing as safe?

If there was... this was it.

A soft sort of moan escaped the young boy's lips. You want permission, Jibril?

Logan slipped his own tongue into his angel's mouth.

There's your permission, angel.

And my, did he take that permission for granted.

Even if he never really means to be overpowering in any way, it always happens naturally, it is just that savage part of him. He bigger, longer pierced tongue slips into Logan's mouth, tasting of strawberry and apples, tasting the mouth of his Master which had a hint of strawberry.

Jibril rolled atop Logan, kneeling over him, arms wrapped around the boy and pulling his torso up against his while the boys head and legs were back on the bed. But he was able to easilly kiss him anyways, deeply and passionately, growl in his throat.

Funny how only moments before, Logan was acting all mopey and scared...

The taste of Jibril's tongue against his was... fabulous. Absolutely fantastic.

Logan issued another shuddery moan into Jibril's beautiful mouth, clinging to him as if for dear life.

Oh... this was what life was made for.

Jibril has been told countless times that he is like an aphrodisiac in humanoid form.

Or a sex god.

Either works hand in hand with one another.

Jibril gives a groal when Logan gives a delicious moan, pressing his tongue even further into the hot mouth of Logan, clutching him against him as slowly sinking onto the bed where Jibril is practically grinding against Logan, making most likely both of them regret even bothering to wear clothes.

He wanted this. Logan would be able to feel it.

Mhm.

(( Omgsh, curtain call for now ;0 leave it to people's dirty, dirty imaginations to wonder what happens next and just how quickly they actually do strip ))