Left Behind - Angry Birds (Leonard x Red)

A Lazy Day

The sun was already high in the sky when the crimson bird awoke. Stretching leisurely, Red slid out of bed, and padded over to the adjoining room to see if the hatchlings were still in their bed.

"Leonard must have gotten them up. At least he let me sleep in," the avian murmured to himself, shutting the inner door and making his way to the slender mirror positioned next to the closet. It was taller than he needed, but at least he could make sure his feathers weren't completely out of order. The bird that stared back at him from the glass seemed relaxed and strangely confident. This was rather odd, considering he was still very much a prisoner of the pigs, despite the delightful evening before.

Maybe Leonard isn't so bad, after all. Red watched his own eyes widen as he considered his last thought. No, that's wrong! The bird slapped his wings against his cheeks to snap himself out of whatever haze last night's intercourse had left on him. He had sex with the pig king to keep him from going after more eggs. It doesn't matter how good it was.

Red gritted his teeth together, and did a quick sweep of his wings down his body, making sure his feathers were in line. It wouldn't do to miss something, and find out that he'd managed to flash someone. Spinning around, he threw a hasty look over his shoulder, flexing his tail-feathers in the glass. Perfect. If Leonard truly had an interest in birds, then Red was going to make sure he kept the king's attention firmly on him.

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After managing to bump into Ross in the hallway, Red found himself following the little pig down several flights of stairs toward the kitchens. The avian paused when they reached the doors, taking a moment to compose himself before stepping into the room.

"Oh, you're up!" Leonard exclaimed cheerfully, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of the bird in the doorway.

Red suddenly found himself flustered, his own gaze darting to the ground. He was, once again, thankful that his coloring prevented others from seeing him blush. Geez, get a hold of yourself! You can't seduce him if you're behaving like an inexperienced youngling. Clearing his throat, the avian straightened his shoulders and strode into the room, keeping his eyes firmly on the triplets who were darting around Leonard's feet.

"We were just making lunch. Well, actually we were going to bring it to your room, but it looks like you spoiled the surprise," the king insisted, flashing his stupidly charming smile in the bird's direction.

"Did... did the kids eat yet?" Red asked, refusing to meet the taller pig's gaze.

"Yes," Leonard admitted, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"We had mush, mommy!" the triplets replied in unison.

The avian raised an eyebrow, instantly forgetting his discomfort. "Really?"

"Ah, well. They were hungry, and you looked so relaxed – I didn't want to wake you. And, well, pigs just aren't good at the whole..." Leonard trailed off, clearly unable to find the right words.

"Regurgitating food thing?" Red stated, inwardly amused at the taller male's distress.

"Yes, that," Leonard answered, smiling broadly.

"It was yummy!" one of the triplets insisted cheerfully.

Red sighed and shook his head. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to let you eat... mush once in a while. Just not every day." The bird threw a pointed look at his taller companion.

Leonard just rubbed his head, chuckling lightly in his embarrassment. A moment later, the pig snapped his hooves to get the tiny chef pig's attention, and insisted that he fill up a picnic basket instead.