Deadly Devotion: The Obsession of a Killer (MxM)

Ch.15

1 Week Later

For the first time in a while, years maybe, Saija decided to try his hand in cooking. He had woken up early and was in a surprisingly good mood, so he thought maybe he'd try to do something nice for Levi.

He could only remember 1 recipe from his childhood, french toast. It was a fairly easy recipe, so messing it up would be nearly impossible...right?

Wrong.

Saija stared down at the plate, 2 chard pieces of 'french toast' sitting atop. He chewed on his inner cheek as the smell of burnt toast filled his lungs.

"I'm such a fucking dumbass." He grumbled as he leaned against the counter, shaking his head in defeat, the memories of his past attempts at cooking resurfaced.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment resonating within. He glanced at the clock on the stove, 7:22, Levi wouldn't be up for a while so he had time to hide the evidence.

He washed the dishes in record speed, putting them all back in their places, but only then did he remember the 'french toast'. Picking up the plate, he stared down at it with disgust.

"Vile." Saija mumbled as he turned toward the compost, about to discard the 'food', but that's when Levi entered the kitchen. He paused at the entrance, staring at Saija with pure confusion in his eyes as he noticed the plate.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, after nearly 2 minutes of silence. Saija gulped nervously, his eyes darting to the plate before moving back to him, he wondered if maybe it'd be worth it to come up with some sort of lie, but he had a feeling Levi would see right through it

"Umm," He whispered, refusing to meet his eyes. "I tried to make breakfast for you...but it didn't go so well." Saija spoke quietly, as if afraid of the repercussions for his mistake, and no, it was not because he was afraid of Levi...it was him slipping into his past self. A trained response he became accustomed to when he was young. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

Levi hesitated, not having expected such a reaction, before walking over and stopping in front of him, his imposing figure towering over Saija.

"Why apologize?" Levi asked in a low tone as he took the plate from Saija and placed it on the counter beside them. Saija hesitated, unsure of how to answer.

"It's bad." He whispered, keeping his gaze to the ground. Levi let out a soft chuckle before picking up a piece of French toast, taking a quick moment to inspect it. He turned around, out of view from Saija as he lifted his mask and took a bite.

You could hear it crunch when he chewed, but then it went quiet and he quickly swallowed as he pulled his mask back down and turned around staring at Saija with a blank look in his eyes.

"Told you." Saija mumbled, crossing his arms as Levi leaned onto the counter.

"It wasn't 'that' bad," Levi spoke as if trying to convince himself.

That was a lie. It was bad. Fucking horrible. Tasted like a rat crawled out of the trucker stop toilet then crawled through a sewer to get here, and then killed itself on the pan.

"It doesn't matter how it tastes," Levi leaned in close, his mask brushing over Saija's ear. "You went out of your way to make me something, and just the thought of that makes me so god damn horny." He whispered in a low tone, sending a shiver down Saija's spine. Saija raised his gaze, meeting Levi's eyes, his heart rate instantly beginning to race.

"Thanky-" He paused, realizing that he was about to thank this man for being perverted.

Letting out a soft chuckle, Saija tongued his cheek, taking a small step back as if understanding he almost fell into the man's trap.