The Master [MxMxM+]

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"What the fuck is this?"

The words seemed to compute a few seconds after Jet had heard them, they formed an image in his head.

-40.

He fought the urge to look down, of course it was coming. He'd actually expected it. He rubbed his hand against his neck and looked 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 he'd taken his time to select.

"Last time I checked, people didn't eat grass for breakfast," said the Master a little disgustedly.

-50.

Wait, could he not see the food?

One question was answered though, whatever he'd added clearly wasn't edible. Jet still tried to fathom the situation but nothing still made any sense.

The Master seemingly oblivious to everything else, picked up the fork. 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.

The Master swallowed and took another chunk of the 'food'.

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.

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 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.

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 and Jet seemed to snap out of it.

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. In shock more than anything else.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you cared about me," said the Master calmly.

Jet's skin prickled. "Only because I need you alive to pay me," replied Jet.

The Master laughed. "So fierce."

Jet didn't reply. Not with words at least, he crossed his arms at his front and scoffed.