Once Bitten

Arcade (33)

Warnings; very, very vague mention of s3xual assult. (don't worry nothing happens, it's just an assumption/misunderstanding.)

Despite what Macaque had said about getting their food themselves everything was set on the table in the dining room when they passed it, even cups with water, and Mei skipped over and sat down, tugging MK next to her and leaving Wukong to sit in the seat next to him.

He looked down at pasta and was suddenly very glad it wasn't noodles he was looking at, homesick even without the painful reminder.

"Couldn't have made something a bit more interesting, Macaque? Thought you said you were good at cooking." Wukong said playfully even though he started eating anyway and Macaque sighed as he scowled at him, his chopsticks clenched hard in his hands. 

"Well I don't know if you've noticed but there's not exactly much food left, you know. It's kinda hard to make anything with no ingredients." He hissed and MK noticed Mei shoveling her food down her throat like she was starving, a sight no one was interested in looking at for long. 

MK looked down at his own food, his stomach grumbling at the smell and he froze at the sound, feeling nauseous and he inhaled sharply. He wasn't hungry. He wasn't. He wasn't. This was fine. He could eat this. Only, what if he ate it and he still didn't feel full? What if he ate it and his stomach still hurt and twisted the way it did now? What if-

"You gonna eat, bud?" An arm nudged his shoulder and he looked up at Wukong, startled, who pointed to his food with his chopsticks. 

"You haven't eaten anything in a while. I mean, it's no wonder you passed out. Gotta get your strength back." He said, and MK nodded, knowing that the cheerful tone would easily drop into worry if he refused to eat again. 

So he picked up his own chopsticks, having to be careful to make sure his hands didn't tremble, and carefully took a bite, chewing on it slowly and then swallowing. It was plain, but holy hell did it taste so good, MK's eyes lit up as he bit his lip and physically restrained himself from digging in the way Mei had. 

He wasn't hungry. He wasn't.

Slowly, he ate, finishing most of the bowl and still feeling twisted inside. He knew soon he would start craving something else, and an image of blood and flesh came to his mind, making him lose any appetite he had and making him pale as he paused. 

How long until he lost control? How long, how long, how long? Every second felt like a lifetime, ticking far too quickly and slowly and how many seconds did he have left? How many minutes and hours? How long would he last- 

"You done with that, MK?" Mei, loud and happy and oblivious next to him asked and MK looked up, blinking as he smiled shakily and pushed the rest of his bowl over to her. 

"Sure thing, go ahead." He said a little weakly and suddenly there was a hand on his forehead from the other side, his body stiffening at the contact and going rigid. Oh god. Oh my god, did he know? 

"Huh, you don't feel warm. You sure you're not coming down with something, MK? You haven't had much of an appetite since that kidnapping and you keep looking pale every now and then and spacing out." Wukong said, talking aloud and MK looked at his drawn, worried eyebrows and winced, heart thumping against his ribcage loudly as all moisture left his mouth, his tongue dry and heavy.

"I'm fine." He said but it didn't come out right and even Macaque was eyeing him judgmentally. 

"I'm fine! Seriously! Just... shaken up I guess. Promise I'm totally, 100% fine though." He lied, smiling through his teeth and Wukong nodded, more reassured by the false pep MK had somehow managed to put into his voice.