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I've had this idea for some time now! but I can't write it for diverse reasons, so...
How about Chad having to go to the dentist... but Max has to go with him because deep down inside Chad is terrified does not like that place... AND because, to prevent that he ripped the hand of a bite out to anyone who came too close to his teeth, the doctors must have to sedate him almost completely...
So while he is recovering from that state, he begins to say and do embarrassing weird things...
Is anyone even a little interested in writing this?... Please...?Â
PS: I think in R!ChexMix would also be so... lovely x3 pff~ <3
Hello! Me again with another little Chadmax dabble. I just love them. <3 This time it is just a simple little thing about Max trying to give Chad some gifts. It gets a little emotional in the middle, but it is still good. n.n;; I hope you like it Chibi!
Rating: PG-13 for Chad's swearing
Word Count: 2,343
 Max found, that since he met Chad, that the other had a strong impact on his life. Without the albino even trying, he drifted into Maxâs thoughts and decisions. He found himself thinking of moments at his home where Chad would pick on the butler, throw a chair in anger, or even help out the maid by lifting the couch so she could sweep under it.
Yet that wasnât all Chad managed to do. Max didnât mind shopping. It was relaxing to walk the floors of the mall, staring at all the windows and going in simply to admire and window shop. Of course, he would often find himself buying little things he thought were cute or maybe one of his staff would like.
It was just a very Max thing to do. His cook would mention to the maid about a new set of knives he saw, the next day Max had them brought and in the kitchen before dinner. The butler commented how his tie clip was getting old, and Max found himself looking at them at the mall. His driver enjoyed sunglasses and without thinking Max had brought a few new pairs for him. It was just in Maxâs nature!
So as Chad came into his life, Max found himself shopping for the other. It wasnât like he meant to! He went to mall, found a nice watch, and bought it for Chad without batting an eye. That didnât go over too well when he had given it to Chad with a small chuckle.
It was a Rolex watch, silver gold, with a black face. He had even made sure the links were the right length for Chadâs wrist. It didnât matter the price, it didnât matter that the watch spoke wealth, only the fact that he thought it would of looked charming on Chadâs wrist.
Yet when he held it out to Chad, Chad had stared at it with shock. It made Max giggle softly, sure the other liked it. But Chad simply turned, walking away saying that the price of the watch was way too much. Max moved to go push it on to Chad, saying that he had brought it for him so he might as well take it. Chad growled that he should return it because Chad didnât want the piece of junk. So Max kept it with a heavy heart.
He didnât mean any harm by it as later that evening he tried to wear the watch. It was too big though, Chadâs wrists being slightly larger than his. Still it was able to stay on him, his hand not letting it slip off. So he kept it, not wanting to take it back.
It had hurt though that Chad didnât want the watch. Max thought he needed a new one, seeing as Chadâs watch had a crack in the glass. Guess he was wrong. A sigh left his lips. Maybe the other really didnât want to break it. Chad was rough with his things.
Maybe there was something that Chad could have without the worry of breaking them. Max found himself in his favorite book store, staring at all the titles on the selves. He found himself picking out Art of War, Mein Kempf, and even Kill or Get Killed. He smiled to himself. These were perfect for Chad! The Art of War would talk about all the wonderful war techniques and he was sure Chad would be interested in. Mein Kempf was Adoft Hitlerâs book and he figured it would be up Chadâs alley. The last one was about hand-to-hand combat. Chad did deal with a lot of fighting. It was useful for the other learn new fighting moves.
All of it was helpful! They werenât pieces of junk like the watch! At least he thought it would be good gifts for the other, which he would appreciate.
Chad had stared at the title of the books, frowning before he rolled his eyes. He asked why Max wasted his money on books that Chad could get from the library. It was pointless to buy them. If Chad ever wanted to read books, he would simply hang out at the store reading it or to the library. Besides, Chad pointed out that he read all those books already anyways.
Max commented that it was silly of him, agreeing with Chad and taking the books home. He should of known that Chad had read all of them already. Instead of donating them or getting rid of the books, he found himself reading them. Not what he usually enjoyed reading, but he felt like it brought him closer to Chad. He spent a few nights falling asleep on top of a book that week.
So during his next shopping trip, he found himself looking at a jacket. It was a deep purple blazer made by Calvin Klein. It was stylish, it was slim fit for Chadâs lean frame. It could be buttoned or just felt hanging. The color almost seemed black but when the light hit it the purple came out more. A small smile touched his lips. Perfect, how could Chad say no to this? It was a jacket that he could wear at school or to the parties he convinced Max to take him to. It would make people look at him seriously.
When he gave it to Chad, Max did not get the reaction he had thought he would. He thought that Chad would appreciate the thoughtful gift. Instead Chad had thrown the jacket back at him, asking if he thought that he needed to buy his affection.
Max fell back, grabbing the jacket that Chad had pushed away. Tears started to gather in his eyes but he pushed them away. Then he shivered a little, licking his lips.
âNo, I just-â
âJUST WHAT?â Chad hissed. âIf I wanted the damn jacket, I would have brought it myself.â He slammed his fist into the wall. Max jumped, watching him.
âI thought it would look nice on youâŠ.â The blond muttered, hanging his head.
âSo you wasted your money on me? What? Do I need the goddamn charity Max?â The albino asked, preying after Max. Soon he had him backed to the wall, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He lifted Max up, pinning him against the wall. Max felt himself struggling to breathe. âI donât need your petty hand out! I didnât need them before I met you and I donât fucking need them now.â
Max was tossed to the floor and Chad turned away. Tears fell down his face and he wiped them away with the sleeve of his shirt, watching Chad walk off. Max hung his head, looking at the jacket and running his fingers along it.
He hadnât meant any harm.
A while after that, Max just didnât go to the mall. Instead, he found himself staying inside; wearing the deep purple jacket he got Chad, the watch on his wrist, and reading the books he got Chad. They might as well not go to waste. It didnât matter that the jacket didnât fit his smaller frame, the watch too big for his wrist, and the books didnât fit his taste at all. Yet, somehow, he felt like he was a little more like the male he admired by doing this.
One day though on his way home from school, his driver had to take a different route home and went past a candy shop. Max had cried out to stop, soon getting out and rushing to the candy store. His eyes widening as he moved to find the lollipops and suckers.
When he left the store, he had two bags full of them. He eagerly he told his driver to go home. He stared at all the candy in his bags, chuckling. Chad would love some of these!
That thought put his good mood on a hold. Chad wouldnât want these either. His head sunk as he moved to pull one of the sucker outs. He undid the wrapper, sighing. This was Chadâs favorite flavor too. Another sigh, before he slipped the sucker into his mouth, sulking now.
As the car pulled up to the driveway, Max took his books and the candy bags back inside. He went to his room, waving to his staff before he closed the door behind him. Then he moved to throw his school bag on the ground, setting the candy on his bed, before he grabbed the oversized jacket. He slipped it on, fiddled with the watch on his wrist, grabbed one of the books, and pulled the bag of suckers beside him.
And that is how Chad found him when he came into the room. Max was startled, almost dropping the candy in his mouth. The blond suddenly closed the book, looking at himself, before at Chad with fear in his eyes.
Yet Chad stood there looking him over. The confusion that was on his face spoke volumes. Max could feel his fight or flight mood start to kick in. He was looking for the quickest way out of his own room for when Chadâs anger finally caught up with his shock.
âIs that the jacket you brought me?â Chad was surprisingly calm as he spoke.
âYesâŠ.â Max whispered, hugging the jacket.
âAndâŠ. You are also wearing the watch.â
âCorrectâŠâ
âThat is also one of the books that you were going to give me.â
âAlso trueâŠâ
âWith two bags of lollipops and suckers, that, if I guessed correctly, were for me?â
âPerhaps that is also a fact.â
Suddenly Chad threw his hands up in the air, groaning.
âWhy? Why in hellâs name didnât you just fucking return them? Donated the books? Turned away from the candy? I know you wonât eat all that fucking candy.â Chad grumbled, crossing his arms and glaring at Max.
âBecause!â Max shouted, standing up. âBecause I didnât want to! Why does it even matter to you? Why are you even here?!?â
Chad stepped back, a frown marred his lips. âSusan told me you have been closed up in your room latelyâŠ. Asked me what the fuck I did.â Chad complained, shaking his head. âShe told me to fix it, so here I am to fix it.â He scoffed. Max almost smiled at that. Chad didnât fix, he wrecked, but he got an A for effort. âNow tell me, why keep the damn things?â
Max looked at the jacket, bunching the sleeves up a little. âBecauseâŠ. I wanted themâŠ.â He whispered. Chad sighed.
âThen why didnât you just buy your own damn size?â The albino cocked a brow, watching as the blond shifted his weight.
âThey were for youâŠâ Max glanced up, feeling like Chad was scolding a child.
âWhy did you waste your money on me?!?â Chad hissed out, glaring at Max now.
âIt isnât wasting money!â Max bit back. âThey were gifts!â He cried out. âI wasnât really thinking about the price! I was thinking how you would like them! How you needed a new watch because yours was broken. That you would enjoy those books because they were right up your alley! And the jacket, I thought it would look good on you and just simply brought it!â Max hung his head, sniffling. âIt isnât a waste of moneyâŠ. Not to meâŠ. I wasnât even trying to insult youâŠâ He sighed. âAll I thought was⊠Chad would like this and brought itâŠâ Max looked at the candy. âEven the candy, I got it with you in mind but then remembered you didnât want any of my giftsâŠâ
âI donât need gifts to stay your goddamn friend though, Max.â Chad pointed out.
âAnd I donât buy peopleâs friendship with gifts either.â Max scoffed, shaking his head. âIt is because you are my true friend⊠that made me think of you while I shop.â He rubbed his arm, glancing away with a small frown. âBut because you didnât want them, I kept them.â His fingers played with the watch. âItâŠ. It makes me feel like you in a way. So I kept them, I wear them, because I donât want to send back a gift I got out of friendship.â
The room was silent before Chad walked over. Max flinched, thinking the worst but Chad only roughhoused the jacket off him. Fear shined in Maxâs eyes as he moved to reach for the jacket. But Chad only slid it on his form. Then Chad held out his hand, waiting while watching Max. Max looked confused until Chad grabbed his arm. He took the watch off, putting it on his own.
âThey both fucking fit perfectly.â He scoffed, shaking his head and sitting on the bed, taking the bags of candy. Then he grabbed some of the books. âKeeps these for me. That way they donât get destroyed. But I will come by and read them when I want to.â Maxâs eyes widened, watching as Chad made himself at home on his bed.
âButâŠ.â The blond questioned softly.
âIâm keeping all these fuckers.â Chad bit out and smirked. âYou brought them for me⊠might as well learn to accept a gift.â He scoffed. âJust donât make it into a habit, got it?â He pointed a finger at Max. âBecause these will make me a target, but they are niceâŠ. Jacket is pretty fucking stylish. Canât believe you picked it out.â
Max smiled, rubbing his eyes before he sat down beside the other. âI am glad you like it,â Max whispered as Chad picked up a book.
Then he nodded, humming as he opened it to the first page. âBy the way⊠I would have accepted the lollipops.â Chad muttered, putting one it his mouth to suck on it. âAlways accept them.â
Max chuckled a little. âOkay, I will remember that.â Perhaps he could get Chad some unique lollipops from all around the world. Maybe it was just the small gifts that counted. He smiled to himself and leaned against Chad to read the book with him.
Chibi posted a few new pictures of Chad. <3 One of them happened to be a picture of him messing with a nametag necklace. Then she revealed the reason he had it and this dabble was born.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Warning: The mention of death and serious things about it. Also, SPOILER ALERT! Be prepared.
Words Count: 1355
It was a normal day for Max and Chad. Well, as normal as it could be. Chad was lounging awkwardly in one of Maxâs chairs while Max was getting them drinks. As the shorter male walked into the room, he noticed Chad playing with his necklace. From what Max could see, it was just a cheap piece of metal, but it had Chadâs name on it. As Max walked over, setting two glasses of water on the side table. His brown eyes glanced at the simple detail in Chadâs name. It didnât seem anything special, yet Chadâs face was quite serious as he stared at it. Max sat down in the other chair, like a normal person, watching Chad as he somehow managed to take a sip of his water without spilling the water or choking himself.
 As Max stared at him, Chad frowned and sat the glass down. He glared at Max, cocking one of his angry brows at the blonde.
 âWhat the hell you staring at? Why donât you take a picture, it will fucken last longer,â Chad growled at Max, making the blonde jump a little. Then he stared at Chad before opening his mouth. He closed it, debating if he should ask before opening it again. Once more, he closed it and Chad suddenly sat up, growling. âSPIT IT OUT!â he raged, attracting the attention of the passing maid.
 Max winced a little before he waved the maid on with an apologetic expression on his face. Then, he stared into red eyes that were livid. It didnât take much to flip Chadâs lid, but it still caused Max to become nervous. Even more so, asking this question might be personal and cause Chad to storm out of the room.
 âWell, I was wonderingâŠâ Max started out, watching as Chadâs eye twitched. He was losing his patience so the blond decided to get it over with. â...What is the necklace about?â As soon as the words left his lips, they hung in the air and deafened the room. The shorter male waited for Chad to just run out of the house. Instead, Chad rested his elbows on his knees, his head sitting on a propped up hand while the other hand toyed with the necklace, and his irises stared at Max.
 The blonde swallowed tightly, watching Chad with a careful expression. This was not the reaction he was expecting. The grandfather clock ticked on while Chadâs finger danced around the nametag. Suddenly Chad looked down at it before up at Max.
               âWellâŠ.â Chad started and Max wondered if this fearless teen in front of him was suddenly nervous. âYou know how you saw my âhomeâ and everything?â Chad muttered, scowling at the word home. Max knew it was a poor excuse for one, not even really deserving that proper name, but he nodded anyways. âIâve lost my wallet so many times⊠that includes my state ID that I just donât even really carry one of those fuckers around anymore. It pisses me off! YetâŠ.â Chadâs long fingers ran through his bangs and he leaned back, not looking Max in the eye anymore. Instead, his sight was on the ceiling. âI fucken worry about shit. Hell, who the fuck doesnât? I mean, at some point I am going to fucken die Max. There is no sugar coating that shit right there.â
               Max nodded, but he was failing to realize what this had to do with the nametag necklace around his neck. The name gleamed in the light while Chad seemed to take a shaky breath.
 âIt is not when I will die that I am worried about.â Chad suddenly sat up, looking at Max with such a raw emotion in his eyes Max felt his eyes widen. Chad usually wore his emotions on his sleeve, but this was different and the blonde could feel himself hanging on every word that slipped from his lips. Usually Chad was never open to sharing. Part of him wondered why this was so different. âHonesty, if I am damn honest about the whole fucken subject, I am worried that when I die⊠will I end up a John Doe?â
 Maxâs eyes widen as the statement hit him. Chad was worried about dying and no one knowing who he was. His name on a necklace declared who he was so that when someone found him, they might be able to identify him. He did not want to end up tossed aside at the morgue because he was a nameless body.
 Tears started to curl up around the side of his eyes as he stared at the person in the chair. Chad was looking at his nametag, knowing Max connected the dots. Red eyes flinched up to greet brown eyes before glancing away.
 âBut hell!â Chad blurted out. âWhat if the damn thing gets stolen? What if this little piece of shit that holds my identity breaks and get lost?â Chad stood, upset as he glared at the floor like it was the floorâs fault. âNo one will fucken care who this stray dog is. So many die every day, I will just be grouped with the rest of them. Everything I fought for in this hell hole will be forgotten!â Chadâs fist balled out before he let out an animal growl. âNo one will give a damn. No one will even try to figure out who I am if I am found on the streets. I doubt they will even try to find the fucker who caused my death...â
 Max suddenly stood up and walked over to Chad. He didnât care that he had to look up at the other, staring into those angry but sad red hues. This information just made Chad so very much human. The other looked so ashamed over the fear though but Max moved to hug him.
 âHey⊠Hey Chad.â Chad grunted a little, cocking his brow at Max. Max only smiled softly at the other. âIf you ever go missing⊠I will search for you. I will go to ever morgue and look at every John Doe for you. If find you, I will name you⊠then pay to have you buried with your own fancy gravestone that has your name on it. Not only that, but I will tell everyone all about you because you are one hard person to forget.â Chad stiffened, staring down at Max as unshed tears gathered along the corner of his eyes.
 Max knew that is meant something to Chad. It sounded silly to plan for such a thing that hopefully would never happen, but he wanted Chad to know someone would care. They would care for this stray dog. Not to be rude, but Max kinda of left like the poor sod that left food out for the stray dog. He would miss the stray dog if he stopped coming. Still, Chad was more than just some stray dog in reality. He was Maxâs best friend, whether or not the albino wanted to think about it that way. Max honestly cared for him, he would honestly go searching if he ever died. The blond swallowed.
               âAnd another thing ChadâŠâ Max whispered and Chad waited with a baited breath. âDonât ever fucken make me have to do that.â Max cried out and pulled away. âDead bodies creep me out.â Max shivered a little, trying to lighten the mood. Chad laughed, punching Max lightly before he threw himself into his chair.
 âWhat the hell? You think I am going to try and get myself killed?â He scoffed. âLike hell I will, moron.â Chad rolled his eyes, pulling out a sucker from his vest pocket and ripping the rapper off it. Then he sucked on the piece of candy as Max chuckled. He sat down, moving to go sip his water before staring at Chad. A small smile stretched along his lips as he received a nod from Chad. It was a silent thank you, Max knew, and he beamed brightly. He knew the promise was appreciated, and promised he would fore Chad was so dear to him.
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Max abriĂł los ojos lentamente, bien temprano en la mañana, sĂłlo para encontrarse con el rostro durmiente de Chad a su lado. SonriĂł. No era la primera vez que esos dos dormĂan en la misma cama, pero sĂ era la primera vez que Chad no se encontraba abrazando una almohada.Â
Pero⊠tenĂa que admitirlo, le encantaba esas veces en las que podĂa apreciar el rostro dormido de su compañero. Se veĂa tan apacible, tan calmado. Ni una sola arruga en el rostro, ni un solo indicio de molestia o de irritaciĂłn. Nada⊠A decir verdad, visto de esta forma no parecĂa Chad. Mientras dormĂa, ese demonio perdĂa todas las caracterĂsticas fĂsicas que le hacĂan ser âThe Wrecker".Â
Max levantĂł la mano con cuidado, tratando de producir el menor ruido posible para no despertar a Chad. Con una sonrisa, retirĂł un mechĂłn de cabello de su rostro y luego acariciĂł su frente con la yema de los dedos. Ya era una costumbre, lo hacĂa todas las veces que despertaba primero. Chad ni se inmutaba; parecĂa siempre tener el sueño muy pesado.
Max se riĂł mostrando los dientes, pero sin hacer ruido. A veces era muy divertido juguetear con el rostro de Chad, y como ese dĂa en particular no tenĂa ningĂșn obstĂĄculo entre sus cuerpos, no podĂa desaprovechar la oportunidad. PasĂł los dedos lentamente por sus mejillas, siguiendo luego la lĂnea de la mandĂbula. BajĂł a su cuello y llegĂł a su hombro. Se detuvo cuando Chad se moviĂł un poco, pero no retirĂł la mano. SabĂa, por experiencias anteriores, que el chico no despertarĂa con sĂłlo eso.Â
Una vez que la tensiĂłn del momento hubo pasado, no pudo evitar soltar una pequeña risa nerviosa. TapĂł su boca para amortiguar el sonido y volviĂł a mirar el rostro de su compañero, esperando ver algĂșn indicio de que se estaba despertandoâŠÂ
De nuevo con la sonrisa en su cara, acercĂł un dedo a la punta de la nariz del chico dormido. La tocĂł una vez. Ninguna reacciĂłn. La tocĂł una segunda vez. Luego una tercera. Chad arrugĂł el tabique buscando quitar la molestia. La sonrisa de Max se hizo mĂĄs grande. VolviĂł a tocar la punta de su nariz y Chad acercĂł su propia mano para deshacerse de la molestia en su rostro. Gruñó un poco y se sacudiĂł el rostro con movimientos torpes que sĂłlo alguien dormido puede hacer.Â
Max tuvo que presionar su boca con las dos manos para no soltar una carcajada. Chad era DEMASIADO lindo en esos momentos, (algo que jamĂĄs se atreverĂa a decir en voz alta si querĂa vivir lo suficiente, por supuesto). El joven rubio volviĂł a mirar fijamente el rostro del albino. DormĂa como un tronco.Â
Dejando de lado los celos, la actitud, el carĂĄcter, la altanerĂa, el temperamento, la poca paciencia, su boca mal hablada, sus negocios turbios y la envidia que apenas lograba disimular, Chad era ciertamente una persona ejemplar. Una persona honesta, que no miraba dos veces para decir lo que realmente pensaba. Una persona en la que Max podĂa confiar. De hecho, la Ășnica persona en la que realmente lo hacĂa.
Pero aquella presiĂłn nunca llegĂł. De hecho, la sensaciĂłn de esos brazos alrededor suyo era bastante delicada⊠y algo placenteraâŠ
AbriĂł un ojo con temor, manteniendo el otro fuertemente cerrado. Se dio cuenta de que estaba conteniendo la respiraciĂłn asĂ que con cuidado dejĂł salir su aliento. Tratando de regular su respiraciĂłn, abriĂł el otro ojo. A pesar de que su cuerpo temblaba por el pĂĄnico que todavĂa le impregnaba los huesos; reuniĂł todo el valor que le quedaba y levantĂł la mirada, esperando ver el ceño fruncido de Chad y su mirada amenazadora a punto de comenzar a gritarle o algo peor⊠Pero lo que se encontrĂł lo dejĂł algo descolocado. The Wrecker seguĂa durmiendo plĂĄcidamenteâŠ
ÂżAcaso Chad lo habĂa confundido con una almohada?⊠OMG⊠¥Chad lo habĂa confundido con una almohada! Oh Dios, Oh Dios, eso no era bueno, no era NADA bueno. TenĂa que buscar la forma de salir de aquel embrollo y rĂĄpido. ÂĄAgh! Maldito el momento en el que decidiĂł juguetear.Â
Con todo el cuidado del que fue capaz, intentĂł apartar aquello brazos, solo para terminar provocando que el agarre fuese intensificado. Ahora no sĂłlo estaba mĂĄs atrapado, sino que ambos cuerpos estaban completamente juntos y completamente enmarañados. Estaba nervioso, no podĂa negarlo⊠(aunque comenzaba a dudar de que fuese sĂłlo por el hecho de terminar siendo regañado.)
PodĂa sentir el palpitar del corazĂłn de Chad, suave y rĂtmico, tranquilo; su respiraciĂłn un poco ĂĄspera pero relajante; el calor que irradiaba todo su cuerpo y comenzaba a quemar cada centĂmetro de piel que tocaba, incluso por encima de la tela de su pijama⊠Y su aroma⊠ese aroma tan maravilloso que comenzaba a hacerle perder la cabezaâŠ