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James Bond, the king of all parties in the college knew every way of how to spice a party up. And self-made candies were one of them. He recently went to a workshop where they taught him how to do it and Bond, just like in everything else, quickly became skilled in the art of these candies. It was also very entertaining to make them in different sizes, shapes and colors. So in the next party, he thought that he would show off his new talent and make some candies for the partying students. Not just simple candies, a shape he personally made the form of and what he thought of a very fitting one for his carefully built image.
Pistol shaped candies.
"Want one? Here you go!" He said when he cheerfully handed over one-one to his fellow students, sometimes pointing the barrel of the candy pistol to them in a flirtatious way. The flirtatious behavior was one of Bond's brand marks, aside from his irresistible smile and shining blue eyes. But he didn't flirt with the other students seriously, no matter how many of them tried to steal his heart.
It already belonged to someone else.
But the one he would have actually liked to flirt with was not present at the party. He rarely came to parties and when he did, he didn't take part in the dancing nor the talking, he was just quietly drinking in the corner. Bond could never read what was in his mind, whether he even enjoyed his company. During their first meeting in the pub when Bond got his table back for him from the slimy editor-in-chief, Charles Augustus Milverton, it seemed like that he did. But for the first time in his life, Bond couldn't be completely sure whether his charm worked or not. The student council member, Albert James Moriarty never said to date anyone before.
Of course, this only encouraged Bond. And even if Albert was not here in the current party either, he didn't forget to make him a candy. However, it was not a pistol-shaped, but a heart-shaped one. It was also not an ordinary flavoured candy, Bond made it special by putting some wine into it from Albert's favorite brand. After he gave away all the candies, only the one which was reserved for Albert remained with him. Bond looked around. Everyone was dancing, the music and the lights were especially intense. He thought that no one would miss him if he left for a few minutes. So he unnoticeably sneaked out of the dance floor.
Albert was rarely found in his own room and Bond didn't even look for him there. He spent most of his time in the salon reserved for the student council members, drinking his wine in peace. Bond headed there straight away and when he reached the door, he inhaled a deep breath and knocked on it.
There was silence at first. Bond was excited - but he was able to hide it - whether Albert would come to the door or not. He held the candy with hope. It felt like eternity when he finally heard the sound of footsteps coming from the room.
"Oh, it is you, James." Albert greeted him and drank a sip from his glass. "I thought that you were at some party again."
There was no significant emotion on his voice and his smile was soft, as usual. But for some reason, Bond got the feeling that Albert was actually happy to see him.
"I was there." He nodded. "I just... wanted to give you something."
He suddenly got shy. It was an unusual sign. So instead of talking more, he handed over the heart candy to Albert who finally showed something. Bond could clearly see the light of surprise sparkling up on his gaze.
"Thank you. Is this candy?" He asked curiously.
"Yes. I also put wine into it, because I am sure that you will like it better that way." Bond added. Albert stared at the candy for a long moment, then his smile changed. Bond never saw him smile like that before, but he liked it. It was somewhat provocative, especially the way Albert tilted his head when he licked from the candy.
"It truly tastes like wine. I'm impressed. Is this one of your services as my knight?" He noted, making Bond's heart beat fast from the word. At their first meeting, Bond referred to himself as such. It seemed that Albert didn't forget their conversation.
"It is. You don't even need to call me to come." He stated and he winked at Albert. This time, without the playfulness.
His promise was serious.
*****
The idea of Bond's candies quickly became popular in the college and several students tried to copy them, especially the pistol-shaped ones. Some of them with more and some of them with less luck. But what one of them managed to create, surpassed everyone else's candies - from a certain aspect, even Bond's.
"Charles, I made something for you." Ruskin, the voluntary secretary of the editor-in-chief of the college's newspaper, Charles Augustus Milverton approached his beloved master and boyfriend with a candy in his office. Milverton looked up from his laptops. He was hoping for a really strong coffee, so he gave a confused look when he saw what Ruskin was holding in his hand.
"Why did you make me a cock-shaped candy?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. Ruskin immediately turned red from the remark and he glanced at the candy.
"It's not a cock. It is a pistol." He tried to convince Milverton, but his expression became miserable when he realized that he was right.
"Nevermind. I am sure that it is at least tasty." Milverton noted, not wanting the other man to give that sorrowful look for the rest of the day. He took it away from Ruskin and licked from it. "It is truly tasty." He said. A faint smile appeared on Ruskin's face for that.
"Next time, it will turn out better." He promised devotedly.
But it didn't.