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“How… can you be so bad at this?” giggled Apollo as Klavier managed to drop the egg shell for the third time in the bowl.
“Your negativity is distressing— I’m in distress and it’s your fault.” Klavier shook his head as he picked up the fourth and last egg. He took a breath and hit the edge of the bowl to open it.
Crack. Flop .
“Damnit—“
“Again? ”
“Shut up,”
Apollo burst out laughing.
“Alright, I’m coming, I’m coming—“ Apollo said, trying to stifle his amusement. He dabbed his fingers into the mix trying to get all of the shell out. “…well at least this is not the worst thing you can get wrong when baking a carrot cake— WAIT!”
“What is it? Sugar comes next right?”
“That’s…” his throat made a weird noise as he choked on a laugh. “…that’s salt—“
“I know that.” Klavier said, yet the annoyed look on his face said otherwise. He moved backwards towards the counter behind him and placed the glass jar full of salt down. He moved to open the shelf above him when he heard Apollo mocking him.
“I just don’t understand it— you have one of these cool mixer thingies they use on the British bake off, why would you have one of these if you don’t—“ Apollo began as he eyed the red Kitchen Aid they were currently using but stopped as he saw the logo engraved on the machine. “Oh god— don’t tell me—”
“I was a guest judge, they gave me one.” Apollo made a series of unidentified noises that would have amused Klavier had he not been so pissed about the salt-sugar incident before he spoke again.
“Why would you be chosen as a judge—? You know shit about food!” Apollo burst out laughing.
“I may know shit as how to make it but I love eating it!” Klavier exclaimed back at the still laughing attorney. The fact that Klavier glasses still had a bit of leftover flower from when the bag exploded on him did not help with the laughing fit of the brunette. “Besides, eye candy is still eye candy even when it can’t cook.”
Apollo looked at him for a second before bursting into another fit of laughter.
“I can’t believe I’m dating you. I hate you Apollo Justice, I really do.” Klavier grumbled as he fixed his hair bun.
“Yeah, eye candy, sure you do—“
“Ugh, can we just get on with the carrot cake—?” Klavier asked when he noticed Apollo taking out his phone from his pocket, “Wait, what are you doing?”
“Nothing—“ He lied, shifting the screen so that Klavier couldn’t see what he was typing. Suddenly a very familiar tune from the British bake off came out from the phone speakers.
“Apollo Justice, give me the phone right now.”
The brunette jumped with a squeal as he moved out of the blonde’s reach.
“No! I gotta see this—“ He laughed, eyes glued to the screen “I wanna know in what fake ass way your culinary-less butt judged the food—“
“Schatz, I swear to god I’m—” Klavier started before picking up a fist full of flour straight from the bag and throwing it straight to the defense attorney's face. The collision of the two quickly became a cloud of white, Klavier knew he was going to be finding flour everywhere for the next two weeks.
“Klavier. Gavin.” Apollo gasped dropping his phone. A part of the blond was glad he did not choke on the white particles still in the air, the other part hoped he had so he could escape alive from this. “You did not— just do that.”
Klavier expression could be compared to a three year old in trouble and there would probably be no difference at all. With the flour cloud dissipated Klavier could now properly see the completely white face of the attorney. It seemed Klavier threw more flour than he anticipated because the hair that would normally be brown was completely unrecognizable with flour stuck to the excessive amount of gel Apollo used every day.
Feeling his eyes on his hair Apollo raised a hand to pull it back, the second his skin met his hair spikes Apollo gasped in disgust. The combination of gel and flour quickly forming a nasty paste.
“Klavier Gavin. I’m going to kill you—” Apollo said before dashing towards the blond in a murderous pace. Klavier's survival instinct kicked in just a second too late, as quickly two arms crashed him against a familiar chest.
“Apollo— think this through—” Klavier begged, dreading to meet the same fate Apollo did—
“Oh no, Gavin, I already thought this through—” Apollo smiled wickedly before taking a fist full of flour and smacking it straight on Klavier's perfect shiny hair.
“‘Pollo—!” He groaned as the white cloud enveloped them both. Apollo was adamant on letting him go, the hand that had smacked on top oh his head began to ruffle his hair around, disheveling the messy bun and making a bigger mess with the flour, “Mein Gott I’ll never get the flour out—”
“Should have thought about that before you made it my problem too!” Apollo exclaimed, not stopping the ruffling of Klavier hair for a second. Klavier hated the fact that even though he was almost two heads taller, the brunet was way stronger than him.
Compensating for something, Herr Forehead?
Klavier had joked once in the past when they had run into each other at the gym. Joked to hide the fact that the view made his mouth go dry.
Okay, maybe he didn’t hate that fact in any other situation but this one.
If Klavier couldn’t beat his strength, he’d beat his brains. Klavier stopped trying to break out the defense attorney's grasp and instead stretched to take another fist of flour, which had fallen all over the counter.
Quickly before the attorney noticed he threw the flour backwards trying to aim at his face, and the second his arms went slack in surprise, Klavier knew he succeeded and sprinted towards freedom, taking one of the closest spatulas from the counter as some kind of defense.
“Ha!” He laughed, pointing the spatula towards his (thankfully) not choking boyfriend. “I’m free!”
Apollo moved one hand to clean the excess of flour Klavier just threw at him in his face before opening his eyes.
Oh.
Apollo had that look on his face. The one Klavier saw all the time in trial. When he was about to send someone to jail. Klavier gulped.
Apollo slowly made his way towards the counter with a hand extended. Klavier was grateful when his hand skimmed past the collections of knives and instead took hold of the ladle hanging next to the stove, close from where Klavier had taken his own weapon.
A flour covered Apollo stood before him and took a stance, pointing the ladle in the same manner Klavier was holding his spatula.
“En garde, Gavin.” Apollo whispered, and the blond didn’t waste one second before lunging forward with his spatula. Apollo blocked the thrust easily and answered with one of his own. The back and forth exchange continued for some while, with Apollo being able to make Klavier step backwards twice. Klavier was adamant to step outside the kitchen space, not wanting to take the flour-ly mess anywhere else, so he took his fiery need of keeping the rest of his apartment clean and channeled it in a harsh slash that made Apollo step back this time.
Klavier kept the momentum up and attacked again, hitting Apollo in the arm, who had moved in the attempt to save his face being hit instead.
“Ja! Touched your arm, put it back!”
“Godamnit—” Apollo said complying after switching the ladle of hand. Apollo frowned nervously, clearly at a disadvantage as his good hand was out of service. In what seemed like half a second, Apollo took advantage of Klavier’s celebration and crouched down to hit the prosecutor on his left knee. “There! You better start hopping, eye candy!”
“Der Scheißker —” Klavier muttered under his breath as he lifted his leg. He didn’t want to admit it, but he wouldn’t last much like this.
Hopping forward with nothing to lose he tried aiming to his boyfriend's abdomen to no avail, as Apollo's two legs were quicker than his single one. Taking advantage of Klavier’s vulnerable position Apollo lounged forward with one final blow and thanks to the angle of the ladle, he sent the spatula flying from Klavier’s hand, causing him to step back. The foot that had been in the air for the last minute finally touched ground the same second his back hit the counter. Klavier's hand, now spatula-less, was still in the air, next to Apollo’s that was still tightly gripping the ladle. Klavier, who had been hopping around trying to survive the most intense duel of his life, was panting in exhaustion. Apollo, although a bit better, showed signs of struggle too.
Klavier felt Apollo’s breath on his face and he started wondering when did they get so close, but his wonder was short lived, because a second later the ladle hit the ground as Apollo launched forward capturing his lips in a fierce kiss Klavier didn't realize he desperately wanted.
Apollo wasted no time in licking his way into his boyfriend's mouth. Both his hands moved to grasp the blond’s hair in order to angle the kiss better. His nails scraped his scalp in that way that made his back tingle. Klavier whined in the back of his throat before he could help it, and Apollo growled in approval.
“Scheiße—” Klavier cursed against Apollo as he bit his lip harshly.
“You’re a child—” Apollo scolded.
“You’re not much better—” He bit back.
Carrot cake halfway done laid there, completely abandoned next to a desert of flour as the two men devoured themselves instead.
Klavier hands travelled to Apollo’s back and slipped under his shirt. His nails met the skin on top and he scratched down making his boyfriend groan. Apollo hands moved down to tightly grip Klavier hips, pulling them against his own. The sound that the blond made was swallowed by Apollo’s hungry mouth, and Klavier with a hunger of his own pulled Apollo’s shirt up in an attempt to take it off and touch more skin.
Apollo complied, breaking the kiss so he could get rid of it in one swift motion. He took advantage of the opportunity to latch his now free mouth on the neck of the blond, but made a face as he tasted the white powder still adhered on the skin.
“Come on, let’s go shower—” Apollo said, nuzzling Klavier’s clavicle as his hands began loosening the prosecutor’s belt. “Let’s get rid of the flour so I can do this properly.”
Klavier felt a shiver down his spine as the brunet worked his pants open.
“Lead the way—” Klavier whispered before kissing his boyfriend again who smiled and began stumbling backwards towards the bathroom.
Seemed like the pair would clean up just to get messy again.