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Cream had no idea how he'd ended up in this situation, he was finally at home again, so that was the good part, but it isnt like there was much, or any privacy at all in the house at all. Soda enforcement kept a very close eye on him. Agents watching his almost every move. Cream had very little idea how to feel. Still very shaken up from being kidnapped by gatorade and let go just a bit later.
His life felt like a mess.
Cream sits down in an armchair, just staring at the wall, processing the experiences of the past week. His phones been dinging near constantly for an hour. Likely worried friends, family. He doesn't want to reply. Life was hard enough to process without it.
But then again, Cream was a little bit of an attention whore. And this would surely get good attention... he grabs his phone and unlocks it.
It isnt just family and friends.
Monster and gatorade are both texting him basically begging for him. But Cream doesnt know how to feel about being wanted by two mafia bosses. The world of crime is a dark one, does he really want to be part of that? Part of the stains on their soda world. His phone dings again, its monster.
Monster: I'm sorry for what gatorade did to you. I would never treat you that way baby.
Well. Maybe Cream was okay with a little crime. He'd seen monster. Pretended not to know he was being watched by him. Monster was... attractive. Tall, rich, enough cafeïne to kill a small child. And most importantly wasnt an asshole who would kidnap him like Gatorade did. Cream does something stupid then. He texts back.
Cream: You're both mafia. Cut from the same stone. How can I know I can trust you? Maybe you're a monster like him. It's quite literally your name....
Monster replies concerningly fast.
Monster: Love do you think me a fool? It might be in my name but I am no monster. My business is crime I know, and I can't tell you I'm a particularly good person and believe it. But the feelings in my heart are true. I know I love you, and I can give you what you deserve. Not like that Gatorade. He might work in the same area but we are nothing alike.
Cream blushes. Fuck. Monster knew how to charm. Or he was just easy. Maybe too easy? But a millionaire mafia boss falling for you? Isn't exactly a daily experience. Well. Maybe it is if your name is Cream.
Cream: pick me up then.
He wasn't being smart doing this. That he knew. But he couldn't care. Couldn't pretend he hadn't seen Monster appearing at places he conveniently always was. And couldn't pretend not to notice how it gave him butterflies every time. Maybe he was twisted too. Maybe Monster could sense that, maybe thats why he'd been following Cream around.
Cream was sick in the head for this. But he felt good doing it. He felt really good.
Monster doesn't reply, but when a car pulls up and soda enforcement started gathering outside and shouting at eachother he knew Monster had arrived. Heading outside confirms it. Monster waiting for him holding the door open to a black limousine and smiling at him.
It really was unfair for Monster to look that hot while having a crime empire under his command. Cream approaches. "You know, you don't always have to flaunt your money," Cream mutters. Monster just snickers. "What? I can't spoil a pretty can?" He replies and Cream flusters.
"Just shut up and tell the driver to get going before soda enforcement shoots you." Cream mutters while getting in the limousine. The back is spacious in a way Cream hadn't expected. There's enough room to fit them and probably eight other people at the very least. Monster gets in and takes a seat next to him after shouting something at the driver.
A hand lands on Cream's knee, Monster's. Cream looks up. Monster smiles at him. "I'm glad you told me to come here. I can treat you good. You won't have to lift a pinky when I'm around to handle things." He says, and Cream melts inside. Monster loved him. And by the gods did he love Monster. More than he should, way more than he should. He leans in first.
Monster meets him halfway.
The kiss is surprisingly gentle, both of them finding their rythm together and letting themselves realise this is happening.
Monster deepens the kiss after a bit. Cream allows it.
They dont part until Cream physically has to to take a breath. Panting slightly as Monster looks much too smug.
Their love wasn't set in the stars. But it was made from two cans who knew they had to be.