Clone Trouble

Delivery

It had been a month since Red Son had heard from the noodle boy and it was starting to piss him off. He paced around his room, his hair smoking behind him as his anger rose. He felt a little hurt, he thought they shared something special that day in the workshop. His pacing paused for bit as the events replayed in his mind.

The rough caullosed hands moving over his body, exploring every inch of the fire demon. Almost like the noodle boy was trying memorize every inch of him. His face heated up as he remembered the erratic way the brunette thrusted into him and how his back arched as pleasure hit through his very core.

He shook his head, his pacing stopped as his mind wandered. He needed to find the noodle boy, so they could talk everything out. He definitely wasn't hoping for a repeat. He went to his closet to change, he wanted to wear something comfortable. At least that was the idea at first when he put on his favorite red sweater but the black skirt he put on begged to differ. It was still comfortable but some part of his mind hoped it would get a reaction out of the noodle boy. He slipped on a pair of black boots and headed out of his home quietly, it was really late. They only place he thought the noodle boy could be was that stupid noodle shop he worked in, so that's where he was headed.

                             ~♡~

Delivery worked in the kitchen, the original Mk wanted to go out with Mei for the night but had to close the restaurant. The clone was stuck closing the shop for him, which didn't bother him to much. This gave Delivery time to work on his own cooking skills and he had been fascinated by creating a recipe for a certain fire demon. They could use the recipe as a gift for Red Son and maybe try to Woo the demon properly. Being apart of Mk, the clones shared memories and they knew the brunette was still made at the stunt Artist pulled. 

The clone chuckled to himself, Xiaotian was just upset that one of them got the fire demon first. Speaking of the demon, the shop door swung open revealing the red head. The fire demon looked around the shop spotting Delivery in the kitchen "Noodle boy!"

The clone moved to the counter with a smile "Welcome, how can I help you?"

The demon approached the counter giving the clone a better look at him. Delivery looked the demon up and down, the sweater was cute but the skirt stirred a hunger in him. The demon looked good enough to eat but he'd have to wait for his chance. Original Mk be damned, the clone wouldn't pass up a chance at tasting the demon prince in front of him.

"We need to talk about the last time I saw you." The glare Red sent him was half hearted, the demon obviously had no bite to his words.

"Sure we can talk about it." Delivery smirked "but only of you'll try something I made."

Red Son looked at him confused, this wasn't a negotiation but he figured he'd indulge the mortals request. After all that what led to the brunette railing him the first time around. He sat at the counter and watched the clone make his way into the kitchen. He was a bit worried, as far as he was aware the noodle boy couldn't cook. 

"I made this recipe with you in mind actually" the brunette called from the kitchen.

Red Son felt his face heat up a bit "you made it for me?"

"Of course Fireflake, I know you like spicy food so I wanted to try my hand at making you something special."

"F-fireflake?"