Surprise! It was ME You were Waiting For!

Fuave wondered if his friends were really that great at planning things. He did not trust the church, so his friends decided to set up a blind date themselves. Honestly, Fuave was cautiously curious. Wondering if they were good judges of character. But he would have to wait, leading to a heavy sigh. At the very least, Fuave could concede they chose a nice area in the botanical garden. The sparkling crystals above were fairly visible today, so that was something. Fuave could give them credit for that.

“Fuave!”

The voice echoed in a playful and mischievous way, making the bun pay attention to the newcomer who was approaching at a fast pace. Yuma looked as usual, with a wicked smile on his face, just like a furdin who had gotten the cream.

That alone was a huge red flag, but he needed to give his friend the benefit of the doubt.

"Sorry for the delay! I was taking care of the finishing touches!" Yuma said, his chest almost bursting with pride. “ Here! You’ll need this and this!”

The sloth bun shoved a large picnic basket into Fuave's hands, along with what looked like a manila folder.

"This is a picnic basket, I guess I don't need to elaborate too much about it, but this..." he pointed to the folder over the basket. "It's all the data I managed to gather about your date! Everything from their favorite food to their collection of underwear, so no need to thank me!"

“YUMA??” he squeaks, a surprising sound from the usually deep toned voice. He looks at the basket and the folder. “Wait-is this necessary? Isn't the point of a date learning about someone not having a weird date folder ahead of time?” Fuave squints, “wait… who told you I was going on a date? Was it Vicky? I bet it was fucking Vicky…” he grumbles. Then the last part hits and his face turns deep red.

“W-WHY DO I NEED THEIR UNDERWEAR???” His face is so red it's laughable, making the usually rash and quick to anger bun look cute. Tail twitching in agitation.

How can Yuma just… say those things so confidently… The hell… Fuave was not expecting this.

“Tsk tsk tsk...Don't be so naive Fuave, you always need to be well prepared for everything! No matter if it is a blind date or just a trip to the supermarket!" Yuma said as if lecturing a young bun. “Besides... let's be honest, my friend, you're not exactly the smoothest bachelor on the block, meaning you need all the leverage you can possibly get.”

Not that Yuma was an expert on the matter either. For some reason, all his dates always ended with him alone crying his eyes out on the sofa of his living room with a big pot of ice cream, but of course Fuave didn't need to know that.

Fuave did know that actually he just didn't bring it up. Sadly his burrow had thin walls… the glutton was offended though. “I don't need to be smooth! I have my own charms you jerk. I don't need all this.. Stuff.” He huffs the last word out.

“Besides, it can be… Okay meeting new buns. So, why are you here anyway? At the time my date is supposed to meet me?” Fuave squints, glowering at the bun before him.

“I mean. I guuuess I can't complain, it wouldn't be the worst.” he's trying Yuma.

“ Why I…” Yuma halted in his words pondering Fuave for a while before grinning.“ Owwn, you want to go on a date with me? I’m flattered! Wait wait! Don't tell me you've had wet dreams with me before." he said in his usual teasing way.

Fuave blinks and turns a brighter red somehow. He doesn't say anything for a moment, then in a higher tone responds with a “NO!” Though he only gets that tone when caught in a lie.

“T-that would be weird!! Since you're rooming with me!! And stuff!” He's talking quickly now.

“ Oh my…You totally had” he said ignoring his friend’s last comment while trying to hold his laugh.

Now, this was a very surprising and unexpected turn of events. Never in his life had he imagined to have any kind of effect on Fuave, they had known each other for as long as he could remember and during all this time he never suspected anything.

“You know what, fuck this blind date of yours...” Yuma said suddenly, almost scaring Fuave’s soul out of his body. “I’ll take you out on a date myself!”

“Wha-huh? Wait. WAIT!” He almost squeaks, “it's rude to stand someone up! Especially after everyone went through all the trouble…” he looks at the basket and file. “A-and still! Don't get so cocky! You're just.. Assuming my dreams.” He can't look at the other now, tail curling around his ankle. A nervous tick from a shy bun. Even if the other could read him like a book, that didn't mean he could just… accept the other knew now.

Yuma just holds up his hands in surrender.

“Easy friend, no need to fret.” he said with a shit-eating grin splattered on his face. “I’m just teasing you…probably…but anyway, I still have a few things to take so I’ll leave you to have fun with your date.”

Yuma said as he fixed his glasses on his face and combed his fingers through his hair, turning his back on Fuave and starting to walk away.

“But don’t be shy about calling me if you change your mind about the date! I can assure you that you won't regret it!”

“Yuma!” He huffs, staring at the file. Why did the other bun have to tease him so much… the glutton bun began to walk to the meeting spot so he could set up the picnic. Once he sets up the blanket and some pillows, he hesitantly opens the file.

“...” Fuave's face goes blank.

“You mother fucker.” He exhales. Debating how he was going to kick Yuma's ass later for teasing him. But curiosity got the better of him. Surely… Surely Yuma wouldn't be early right? He's usually 'fashionably late’ so… Fuave starts to read the file, trying to learn what Yuma wanted him to know so he could make it the best date possible for the other bun.

It was… the polite thing to do…

…

And maybe Fuave wanted to make Yuma happy on a date, since everyone else sucked at it.

The information was surprisingly normal, much to Fuave’s surprise. Not to mention the fact that he already knew a lot of it due to the long friendship between them. But of course Yuma wasn't going to pass up the chance to make things awkward.

“Pineapple on the pizza? Really Yuma?” Fuave frowned in distaste, this information came as a surprise to him.

However, on the next page, the bun almost had a heart attack. The picture of Yumma with a rose in her mouth and clad only in a black and yellow fundoshi was almost too much for his poor health.

Things only got worse when a short list of his "favorites" from Harlerquin Romance appeared with pictures of the products.

Fuave reads on, face tinted again as he swallows. Wondering why and how he hasn't heard one of these through the walls. Even so, he can't help feeling warm under the collar. The glutton doll bets that Yuma did this on purpose, and that as soon as he showed up he would know Fuave's curiosity won. And would then tease him mercilessly leading to a picnic turned into a messy under the stars session. Wait.

Fuave's eyes widened, surely that wasn't the sole plan right? There was food to be had first so they would have energy right? Fuave slowly peeked into the basket, almost scared as to what may be inside.

… Strawberries, his favorite… a blindfold.. Oh.. Fuave swallows, trying his damndest to hide his growing interest. Now grabbing his crooked tail and giving a tug. Accidently making things worse after.

"Has anyone ever told you how adorable you look when you're embarrassed?" Yuma's voice echoed through the air, making Fuave jolt involuntarily.

To his horror and embarrassment, the other doll was nestled comfortably in one of the branches of the tree where he had laid out the picnic table. A mischievous gleam shining on his eyes as one of his fangs was visible above his lip.

He… He was watching this whole time?

Fuave looked up after closing the folder quickly, putting it on the table. In a small voice he looks up and speaks, “Yuma please…” It seems someone has reached they're teasing limit. He looks back at the table, then back up and pats a spot beside him. A silent question for the other. Eyes hopeful. Even if he was defiant earlier, it seems he's run out of fire. Now just wanting the other to be more open with him and stop toying with his nerves.

Yuma hopped down from the tree gracefully before sitting down next to Fuave, one leg on his thigh and his face in his hand.

“Hello, lovely to find you here…” Yuma gives a small wink at Fuave’s way. “Now, if you have any intention of hitting me, I just ask you to avoid my nose...I've broken it once and I'm not looking forward to doing it again...."

Fuave gently takes the other's wrist to pull Yuma close, never breaking eye contact and bends to kiss the corner of Yuma's mouth. Then nuzzling his jaw with a sigh.

“Don't tease me so much you jerk… Otherwise I will take your nose.” There is no bite, and he moves to rest on Yuma's shoulder. Taking a moment to calm his nerves. “Or bury you in the garden, good fertilizer.”

We can only hope he's joking there.

Yuma purred at the contact, one of his hands moving to Fuves' back, stroking it, before a snort escaped his nose.

"I would be a good fertilizer then, you would have fabulous flowers then..." he joked before breaking away from the other bun.

The lost of contact made Fuave puff, tail thumping the bench. But seeing as the other bun is being… less teasing and more playful he relaxed. Giving a crooked smile. Nothing about his face was symmetrical, like his crooked tail his nose had a dent and his jaw slightly lopsided. It was handsome in a rugged way on the fighter.

“True. But I think I'd miss you.” He admits. “... You finally came back after all, and I actually… like your company. So…” he admits, looking at the grass below.

“Well, since that's the case I guess I don't have much choice but to stick around for a bit longer.” he said with a comfortable smile on his face. “...I know I have been a jerk for vanishing like that…and you may not believe me but I missed you too.”

A short moment of silence settled between them before Yume spoke once again.

“But really, a blind date? I mean, you just seem like the type who wouldn't do that kind of thing of their own free will…But who am I to judge, I like pineapple on my pizza!”

Fuave laughs. “You and pineapples…” inhale, exhale. “I um… I don't like asking things of others, so… Vicky recommended it. So. There.” He puts his head on the table, looking at the basket. “... You chose the good strawberries. The brand there is small, and they are known to share their work via bunagram.” A change of topic, as he starts to feel a bit pathetic.

“I know, you wouldn't stop talking about them every time you got a box.” Yuma combed Fuave’s hair with his nails. “I'm not trying to tell you what you should or shouldn't do... if you're doing it because you want to, that's fine... but if you're just doing it because that's what others expect of you, then..."

“I wanted to! I mean.. It seems fun-” he melts into the touch. Leaning over into the other's space for more. “And… I'm happy it's you too.” he exhales. Suddenly a bit sleepy from the combing. If he isn't careful he may accidentally shift into bun form, which would be embarrassing but at least it's just Yuma

“Hey…” he looks up. “So.. Since this is a date… Can I have a kiss?” He looks hopeful now. You really gonna say no to that face? It's pitiful.

“Humm…I guess that’s fair…”

Yuma held Fuave's chin with his hand, their breath mingling and making the sloth bun aware of the faint scent of the flowers and plants he was always tending. But before their lips could touch, Yuma pressed his lips to Fuave's cheek.

“Like this?” Yuma asked, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Fuave opens his mouth, aghast, then pouts. He would deny this later as the glutton never pouts. Nope. Even when they were close enough to taste the other and their breathing mixed. He whines. “You know that's not it!” He glares. “I'll show you so you don't ask and tease me.” With that, he takes the others face as gently as he can and gives a real kiss thank you.

Yuma's eyes widened in surprise, he had not expected Fuave's reaction, but in all honesty, he wasn't exactly complaining. He sighed, pulling the other bun closer to him. His fangs poking Fuave's lips while his forked tongue asked for passage. The jewel on his tongue brought a strange but not exactly unpleasant texture to the kiss.

“Eager, aren't we?” Yuma hummed between chuckles and kisses at the sight of Fuave's flushed face.

Fuave deepened the kiss as the jeweled tongue slipped past his lips. A whimper escaping from the sturdy boxer as he feels his shoulders loosen. Yuma could either make his hackles raise or lower his guard, and it scared Fuave sometimes.

“You were taking too long.” He huffed, catching his breath. Another kiss met with eagerness as Fuave turned his body to face the other.

“So. Hurry up.” He grumbled, daring. For now.

Yuma's smirk was full of sharp fangs and mischief, and when his tongue wet his lips Fuave couldn't help a shiver run down his spine.

At the next moment the bun was comfortably perched on Yuma's lap, shapely legs wrapped around his waist as Yuma rubbed Fuave's hip bone.

“Better?” Yuma asked while spreading soft kisses over Fuave's belly, chest and neck.

“Yes, very.” Fuave huffed, knowing this date would last a while.