Anniversary - Terrorknuckel Oneshot (Lemon/Smut)

7th Of April

Brian's POV:

This was it. This was the day. The day of our one year anniversary, and I wanted to make it special. After all, I loved Brock, I really did. So I spent weeks planning it, planning every last detail; trying so desperately to make sure he didn't suspect anything.

Then today came, 7th of April, my chance to make him feel special. As soon as he left for his part-time job I was running around the house, cleaning everything, attempting to make everything look neat and ordered. Ordinarily I was a neat freak, but today I was really being specific. I set up the table with red candles and small bouquets of flowers; lined up plates and cutlery like my life depended on it. Then I was in the kitchen, nose pressed to the cookery book and hands whirring in the bowl of cake mix. And that's around the time when Brock walked in.

"..." He said nothing at first, his face a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Brian? What... are you doing?"

"Uh..." I almost dropped the bowl I was cradling, but managed to keep a somewhat calm composure; although inside I was a spinning tornado of shock, disappointment and nervousness. "...Cooking?"

"So what's all that on the table?" Brock asked, quirking an eyebrow in a puzzled manner as he gestured behind him with his thumb.

"Plates and cutlery."

"And the candles?"

"Lighting."

"Bouquets?"

"I thought they smelled nice."

"Give up Brian. What're you up to?" Brock said bluntly, taking a few steps closer to me. "Have you done something?"

"No! I just... It's our anniversary and- and I wanted to make it special, y'know?" I replied timidly, hoping I hadn't ruined the feeling. Brock looked confused for a second, then realisation crossed his features; along with a small smile and a light blush.

"I'd completely forgotten... You never said anything!" He mumbled, embarrassed. I closed the gap between us as I pulled him into a warm embrace.

"I know, like I said, I wanted to surprise you." I whispered into his ear, and I felt him shiver underneath my touch. I grinned and captured him in a sensual kiss, my tongue slipping into his mouth and entertaining a short battle for dominance before continuing to explore his cavern. When I pulled away I saw lust clouding his chocolate-brown eyes and I smirked.

"B-Brian... please..."

"With pleasure." I said, grasping his hand and pulling him towards out bedroom, the forgotten cake mix left on the side.

3RD Person POV:

Brian shoved open the bedroom door with a grunt of annoyance, quickly dragging a blushing Brock after him; pulling him over to the bed and forcing him down on his back. He quickly pounced on the American, his teeth grazing the outline of his collarbone until he found his sweet spot; Brock arching his back and moaning in pleasure.

"B-Brian! Ah~!" Brock wriggled under the younger man's grip, but the latter refused to cease his teasing; the moans and whimpers he elicited from his boyfriend was music to his ears. Brian slid his hand under Brock's shirt, gently teasing the hardening mounds before pulling his shirt off completely. He lowered his head and trailed a line of kisses across Brock's chest, across his toned stomach and towards the tightened fabric of his jeans.

"Excited, are we?" Brian teased as he palmed his boyfriend through his pants. Brocks only response was a string of strangled whimpers and lustful moans.