A/N: Hi there. Before adding more chapters in my other stories (sorry for making you wait, I've been busy and an ass and things, I know), I felt like writing one-shots and eating some strawberries. *throws berries in the air*

No, I don't really like strawberries. After reading this, tell me, do you... or even if you don't. I'm just curious, you know.

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"Did you know that he likes strawberries?" Brad talked to Mike as he sat down the couch.

"Who?" Mike raised his eyebrow watching Brad wiping the sweat off his face.

Brad cleared his throat and threw the towel to the floor.

"Chester."

Mike took two bottles of water from the fridge and threw one of them to Brad.

"How come?"

"He told us just before we got to the stage", Phoenix wondered joining Brad.

"He loves strawberries."

"Before all of those things he has, he loves strawberries?" the emcee chuckled taking a sip of his water. "He's weird."

"Uh-huh", Joe came in hearing the conversation and rolled his eyes.

"Not a new feature in him."

The band had just finished one of their numerous concerts and the guys were taking an earned break behind the stage, still hearing some excited fans screaming their name as the security guys were forcefully leading them out of the stadium. Realising the singer hadn't arrived the room yet, Mike left the others having some small talk alone and went to look for him - Chester presumely wasn't going to join the guys after the show.

The emcee sneaked out of their regular "break-room" (the room where they use to chill out and do things), closed the door carefully behind him and walked towards the silent aisle. His footsteps echoed in the bare aisle and the voice repeated itself running smoothly across the walls, fading somewhere above him. It was very usual there wasn't a soul excluding Mike himself; the whole building was rent only for the band and their crew, nobody else wasn't allowed to enter in.

Mike looked quickly around making sure he didn't have any unwelcomed company, and managed to give a quiet knock to the door of the singer's dressing room opposite.

"Enter", he heard a small voice through the thin door.

Forced by the voice which he assumed coming from Chester, Mike turned the doorknob and opened the unlocked door slightly.

"Chaz?" he called his eyes wandering around the room which really seemed having a lack of furniture - it was almost empty.

"Yeah?" Chester asked trying to make sure it was the emcee who was going to arrive.

Mike came in, closed the door and sighed when he saw the rest of the room. Strawberries... everywhere.

The small shelfs on the wall, the little table next to the door, the floor and everything was filled with baskets of flourishing strawberries. His eyes crawled across the sight and paused gazing at Chester, who was sitting in the middle of the couch expressionless look on his face, surrounded by strawberries, clothes wet of the sticky juice that came from them.

"Chester", Mike breathed and took steps towards the singer, bewaring he didn't stamp any of the hundreds of berries on the floor.

"Is something wrong? What's with all... this?"

He received a quiet, comforty laughter from Chester, who slid his hand across the wet fabric on his chest. He caught a strawberry, glanced at it admiring the simple, pure shape of it rolling the berry in his hand.

"Can't you see how perfect it is?" the singer almost whispered.

Mike stared.

"It's like a human being", Chester had a mysterious smile.

"There's no similar ones on earth. It needs sun and light to grow and it grows fast, but when it's old, it won't last long. One can't blossom without another one, there's always another one. And when you break it", he took a breath, "it bleeds."

He took another berry and bit it slightly and gently, tasting the fresh flavour. He swallowed slowly, the little juice drops running down his chin to his neck.

Mike just stared.

"Do you know why I love them?" the singer gave a happy smile and licked his rosy lips. "They taste so great."

Chester stood up, picked a berry and threw it to Mike.

"Taste it."

Mike looked at the berry he had caught. Now that he mentioned, it really is kinda beautiful. He turned to Chester.

"Why are you -"

"C'mon, taste it", the singer interrupted him smiling, almost grinning.

Having no choices Mike tasted the strawberry and felt how the bitterness of it spilled down his jaw getting his sense of flavor to work. Bitter? Still... it's kinda sweet.

"Like it?"

He noticed Chester had came closer to him and his insinuating voice made sparks running down his spine.

He nodded.

"Want more?" Chester looked up to Mike.

"Of what?"

Mike's mind was out of any word which would have sense in it.

"Anything you like."

Chester's wet and sticky shirt came touch with Mike's as he reached to the emcee's neck in intention of giving him a kiss, but Mike lifted his head with his hand. Before the singer had hurried to look disappointed, Mike pressed his lips to his not allowing the smaller man to get out of their passionate contact. He used his tongue rolling it on Chester's lips and inside his mouth, licking every flavor which was left of the fresh juice, leaving Chester to taste only one thing and it was Mike.

No strawberries anymore. It was Mike what he wanted more.

The singer entwined his hands around Mike's neck, a little unnoticed reflex of writhing away from his grasp. Letting Chester to take a breath Mike gave his attention to the singer's earlobe with his dexterous tongue. Chester just kept moaning his name.

Mike pushed the other man against the wall, his hands working on his hips, rubbing their lower bodies together. He felt Chester gripping his shirt, unpatiently wanting it off - he wasn't going to wait.

After he pulled his shirt off Mike ripped Chester's too, taking the chance to explore his pale chest.

"Please...", Chester sighed knowing he forced the emcee even more.

Mike ran his hands on Chester's sides.

"Mike..."

He played with Chester's hardened nipples with his tongue.

"Oh..."

He added more pressure between their lower bodies.

"Please, Mike..."

"What do you want, baby?" Mike finally said.

"Anything you can give."

Pulling Chester's jeans down he bowed to admire the singer's manhood. He smirked and gave it its full hardness by pressing his tongue on the tip of it, enjoying to hear the whimpers and moans from above. He's almost at his climax.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, Mike gripped Chester gently from his hips, turned him around and pressed him gently against the wall again.

"Anything?" he wanted to make sure.

"Everything", Chester breathed.

Mike opened his belt buckle and let his pants fall down. Moaning while spreading his own pre-cum on his fingers and around his cock, he placed few kisses on Chester's neck.

He caressed the tight opening underneath with one finger and thrust it slowly in.

"You okay?", he found himself breathing.

"Uh-huh..."

He added another finger.

"Y-yeah..."

And another.

"Oh, yes..."

After getting the singer used to the feeling, he moved his fingers off him and pressed himself towards wanting a full contact with Chester's body. Then he thrust his aching cock slowly inside, closing his eyes and breathing against the other man's sweaty neck.

Once Mike got the forcing groans he assumed to hear, he slid deeper, seeking for the spot he knew would make the singer go high and seeking for a replication for his own needs.

"There, right there!" the smaller man sighed feeling the waves of pleasure spreading across his lower body. "Oh, Mike, yes..."

Mike felt the tightness entwining around him and the warmness was almost too much. With that they both came, almost exactly the same time, breathing heavily, feeling the other one's pleasure.

"You're so adorable, Ches..."

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"Now I understand."

"What?"

"That why you love strawberries so much."

"Well, I used to."

"Not anymore?"

Chester gave a shy smile.

"No."

"Why not?"

He took a berry from the floor and smashed it against the wall with a 'splash'. The juice splattered all over the wet spot and flowed down the white wall leaving a red, filthy mark which looked like a small explosion.

"'Cause if I'd like them, I would be a murderer."

Mike turned to Chester trying to read the expression on his peaceful face.

"A murderer?"

The two men looked around the room wich was all wet and impure, covered with the sticky juice and all which was left of the strawberries.

"If those strawberries would have been real human beings", Chester closed his eyes the small smile still on his face, "I would have killed them all."

Mike threw another berry which splattered right next to the other one on the wall.

"Not you. We would have killed them all."

The end