The Master [MxMxM+]

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"What the fuck is this?"

The words seemed to compute a few seconds after Jet heard them, regardless of how much he expected it. They formed an image in his head.

   -40.

He fought the urge to look down, of course it was coming. He rubbed his hand against his neck and looked back at the master more carefully.

Something wasn't adding up, he realized after a short while, it was almost like the Master wasn't actually looking at the sludge in itself.

His perfect eyebrows furrowed as he inspected the plate further. Seriously, he might have freshened up and gotten back under the sheets. Jet for one, knew he looked like crap when he woke up. Seems it didn't apply to everyone.

His fist balled in nervousness and anticipation as he watched the Master pick up the leaves with a fork, the ones he'd taken his time to select...in a hurry of course.

"Last time I checked, people didn't eat random grass for breakfast," said the Master with a little disgust. After inspecting it for a few seconds, he set it back down on the plate.

-50.

Wait, could he not see the food?

One question was answered though, whatever he'd added onto it clearly didn't make the plate better, and definitely wasn't edible. Jet still tried to fathom the situation but nothing still made any sense about how it was playing out.

The Master seemingly oblivious to everything else, picked up the fork again. Not even sparing Jet a glance, he took up a chunk of the food and to Jet's horror, put it into his mouth. And fucking chewed.

Jet's eyes went wide with confusion. Even he wouldn't have eaten whatever that was—he refused to give it a name.

"How... " he started but he couldn't seem to find the words to complete where he was going with the question.

The Master swallowed and took another chunk inside his mouth.

Jet took a step forward as if cautious, his arm reaching out a little as if signaling for the Master to stop.

The Master did not even falter, he kept eating in silence. He was the picture of someone having a good meal.

Jet rushed in front of him and tried to stop him. "No," he said. The sight was not right. So much that the word forced itself out.

"You can't seriously—" Jet grabbed the fork from the Master's hand. It was more like instinct than anything else.

The Master looked up at him, eyes looking more blue than grey now, eyebrow cocked in question and irritation at the interruption.

His bed hair should have been hot but Jet was consumed with shock to even notice. Why was he eating it? If he didn't know better, he'd think he was a mad man.

The Master's lips were a little shiny thanks to the more-than-enough grease, only to accentuate their sexiness. He held out his hand. 'Give me the fork' he seemed to say, his eyes shooting directly to Jet's, and pinning them in place.

Jet shook his head first. His hand tightened on the fork, he wasn't about to let it go. The Master tilted  his head a little with a serious expression as if daring him to keep acting in such a stubborn manner. Jet seemed to snap out of it very quickly.

Slowly, he reached out and handed it back. The Master took it and continued to eat whatever he had made.

Jet was so convinced he was going to get food poisoning, he stayed rooted right where he was. It was more out of shock more than anything else.