I swear if you don't back the fuck up, I won't be responsible for what my fist does to your face. George thought as a man, surprisingly taller than him, glared right in his face. He'd had to deny him entry because he was being too aggressive while waiting in line. Clearly he was a dom, but that didn't mean a damn thing to George. If he messed with other patrons before even getting inside, then the welcome mat will be used to slap some sense into him. They didn't technically have a welcome mat, though, so George just figured his fist would do.

"Listen buddy, your job is to check I.D.'s and look fat. Move the hell away from the door!" He shouted, making George raise one brow slightly. He was anything but fat, though he was still half deaf from David's screaming earlier and might have heard the guy wrong. David hadn't been that vocal the first time they'd done it, but boy was he more than happy to yell the second time. Just the thought of it brought a blush to his cheeks, making him fidget a little.

"Dude... Are you blushing?" The guy asked, then smirked. "So you're interested in a dom, even though you look like a huge monkey? I'm surprised, but I suppose I could consider it..."

George had to blink a few times to clear his thoughts and replay what the man had just said. During that time, a fist suddenly swung out of nowhere and slammed into the guy's face, knocking him on his ass.

Looking down, George couldn't help but grin as David straightened back up front the jump he'd clearly had to make in order to land a good hit. His eyes were narrowed on the man stumbling back to his feet and his lips were pursed angrily.

"That's my ape, bud. Back the hell off." David growled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

When the guy got back up, his eyes grew wide as realization seemed to set in.

"Aren't you Domino's whore? Already moved on after he got arrested, eh?"

David flinched, looking up at George before returning his attention to the man. "I didn't know he got arrested. I left him before that happened."

The guy seemed surprised and even chuckled a bit as he mirrored David's pose. "He doesn't seem to think that you've broken up. I heard he's still telling everyone to stay away from you cause your ass belongs to him when he gets out."

When David didn't respond, George grunted and wrapped his arms around him, easily tugging him back against his chest. He then dropped his chin to settle on top of David's soft hair and grinned.

"Sorry, this ass is taken. Along with his butt."

David tilted his head and scowled up at him, but George just leaned over and kissed him awkwardly. He knew he still kinda sucked at it, but he was trying to prove a point, not win a kissing award!

The man glowered, but after another minute of silence, turned and walked away. Immediately George felt David sag in his arms, a sigh leaving his lips. In all honesty, he had wondered where Domino had gone, himself. He was used to the asshole showing up once in awhile to get David and he didn't seem like one to just let their previous fight go.

Hadn't been much of a fight, but still.

"George?"

Looking back down, George raised a brow in question.

"Um... After you're done with work, do you... Would you, want to cook something with me?"

Cooking is boring as hell.

Pushing back that thought, George forced a smile and patted David's head.

"Yes." He said.

He knew he was terrible at lying and David always knew when he was, but they'd come to an understanding about that. If he agreed to try something, even though he wasn't interested, David would just accept it. Having become a dominant all of a sudden and sleeping with a guy, and at the same time giving up his virginity to him, were all things he would have said no to if he was given an honest chance. Too bad David never let him think too hard about things.

The guy was always happy though, even when they had to go to the hospital a week ago when he'd burned his hand on the stove. His leg had healed, too, though it didn't exactly look great. There was a lot of scarring and raised skin in some places. George never hid that he thought it looked bad with fake compliments about it, because he refused to lie when it came to important things. The scars, however, didn't bother him in the least when it came to giving David attention. The guy had even been glad that he'd never said that they were beautiful or any crap like that.

George grinned to himself as David ran back inside to finish in the kitchen. David had thanked him for being honest when he'd asked him about his leg, and surprisingly after that, he stopped wearing long pants or bandages. He even put on shorts a few times when he wasn't working and walked around the club. Sure people stared at him on occasion, but only once had someone dared to comment... and George had seen to it that he learned a very valuable lesson.

Come early morning, George finally managed to drag the last of the patrons out and lock up. Xena was already asleep, along with any normal sane person. Time for this insane person to go cook. Joy. He thought as he trudged, exhausted, toward the kitchen. Right before he stepped inside he gave his head a good shake and forced a smile onto his tired face.

David stood by the prep counter as he walked in, several ingredients in front of him. All of them, thankfully, looked premeasured. Thank you, god. George thought as he walked over and gently wrapped David in his arms for a quick hug before staring down at the intimidating ingredients. Evil flour. Evil eggs. Evil sugar. Evil... I don't know what that is. But it's evil, too. The only thing George ever wanted to do was take cake from the fridge. He had tried to bake it once or twice, sure, but it ended in him being banned from using the kitchen.

It wasn't his fault that the batter exploded on his first try and then caught fire during the second. He had no idea how the fire had even started, either. It's not like he was intentionally making a combustible cake and it hadn't even been put in the oven yet!

"I already measured everything, here." David said, offering him a wiry thing. "I'm going to slowly add the dry ingredients into the big bowl with all the flour. Just whisk them together until we get through them all, okay?"

Nodding, George took the weird utensil and started stabbing the bowl as David tried to pour some sugar into it. He stopped after a moment and took the whisk from George's hand, visibly trying not to laugh.

"Okay, you've never used one of these before. They are not for injuring bowls. You move it like this," he said as he began to whisk the ingredients the correct way.

My way was doing the same thing! Just less aggressively...

Grumbling, he did it the way David showed him as more and more ingredients made it into the bowl. Once all of the dry ones were mixed thoroughly, David added in the wet ones. When he'd finished mixing everything, George shook the whisk over the bowl for a moment, then hurried to begin licking the sugary concoction from the wires.

"Here, Master."

Turning, he reached out with his free hand and took the plate offered to him by a grinning David. There was a large piece of his favorite, triple chocolate mousse cake, on it.

Wait. Didn't we just make this?

Setting the whisk in the sink, he grabbed the fork sitting on the plate and took a big mouthful of the cake. It was literally the best thing in the world. Nothing could compare to David's chocolate mousse cake. Nothing.

Feeling an arm wrap around his side, George took another bite of the cake, then set it down on the counter before wrapping David in a hug.

"I made an extra one earlier because I knew you probably wouldn't want to wait for it to bake since it's so late.

Hah. And Domino said he wasn't smart!

Chuckling to himself, George gave David an extra squeeze, then reached over and stuck another piece of cake with his fork.

"Open." He said as he brought the fork over to settle against David's lips.

David did as told right away, taking the bite of cake with a pleased moan. He was just beginning to chew it when George leaned over and kissed him. Without needing any hints, David opened his mouth and eagerly allowed George's tongue to steal a taste of dessert. When they finally pulled back, David was grinning like the fool that he was, and George was licking his lips.

"I love you, Master."

The words had clearly slipped out, judging from the look on David's worried face. George felt his normal feeling of unease surge but hurried to push it down. Instead of walking away like he did every other time, he clenched his jaw and reached forward, pushing David up against his chest with a hand against the back of his head. His narrowed eyes remained focused on the fridge over David's shoulder.

"Yeah. I... love you, too. You weird monkey."