Flaming Hot Tips- A Gordon Ramsey X Guy Fieri fanfic

Part 2: Spice it Up

Guy stood still. The sizzling of the bacon offered solace in what would have been a dead silence.
His meat sweats turned to real sweats. He knew that voice anywhere, his arch nemesis.

Gordon motherfucking Ramsey.

Guy stood still. What did Ramsey want? Why was he here? HOW did he get here?

"I know what you're thinking Guy. I mean no harm, really, I just want a taste of that spice, and maybe a little more."

"What the fuck do you want Ramsey! Why are you here?" Screamed Guy into the darkness.

All too suddenly, almost model like, Gordon Ramsey strutted out of the darkness, wearing Guy's signature flaming shirt, still wet from the rain. Guy would have been more alerted to this, if Gordon Ramsey hadn't been completely nude underneath, because in between the cotton fabric flames, was Gordon Ramsey's giant swaying cock.

"G-Gordon?" Gasped Fieri, trying to compose himself.

"Shhhhhh, it's alright Guy, you can relax, it's just you,me, and this bacon between us." Said Gordon, one finger pressed against Guy's lips and the other gently swirling his fingers between Guy's spikes. A calm began to settle over Guy, a rush of excitement and ecstasy that he hadn't felt since his first five star meal, a feeling that hadn't been felt since he dyed his hair, a feeling he hadn't felt since he bought his first fire shirt. This was it, this is what he wanted, this was the missing piece, in his rival.Guy stared deep into the dark eyes of Ramsey as if he was staring into God itself. The soft touches of rain against the high rise window and the sizzling of the bacon on Teflon blended together in harmony as Gordon instructed Guy to take off his flaming spandex underwear. Guy obeyed.

"Now..." Hushed Ramsey.

"What?" Spoke Guy

"Bend over, and when I fuck you, I want you to cum in the bacon, it'll be our secret sauce"
Guy prepared his virgin anus for Gordon Ramsey's fleshy rolling pin. As it slid into Guy he let out a silent gasp of ecstasy. Ramey grabbed the nearest instrument he could find, a spatula, and spanked Guy's soft ass. The impact of Gordon Ramsey's penis and spatula threw drops of meat sweat everywhere

"Who's the flavor master now Fieri?"

"RAMSEY, STOP!!"

Confused, Gordon pulled his 8 inch monster dick out of Guy Fieri's gaping asshole.
"Guy, what's wrong!?"

"Nothing, I want more." Guy glanced at the fridge. Gordon knew what was going to happen next
Guy ate the cum bacon as Gordon ruffled through the various contents of Guy's refrigerator, when all was set and done, they descended into the warm comfortable Fieri cave. Posters of his hair, and food eating competition metals adorned the walls.

"I'm sorry, I don't usually let people in here, I..."

"But now I'm here, Guy, and it's alright" said Gordon as he opened the bag of food he meticulously collected form the fridge. Sausages, cool whip/sour cream, easy cheese, siracha, and various spatulas and spices.

"Now, bend over, it's time to show you how some REAL fiery tips" said Gordon, laughing at Guy's hair, now turning straight thanks to the meat sweats. "Great thing about these meat sweats guy, it's gonna make it much easier to fit all these sausages in your little ass." Fieri giggled like a school girl.
It was a meticulous process, first, Gordon rubbed the extra bacon grease that was still hot on Guy's nipples. It hurt, but Guy knew heat, and this was nothing. Then, Gordon took the sour cream and cool whips and slowly rubbed it all over Guy's body. Guy was smooth and pale white after a good spatula spanking had set in the sour cream.

Now it was time.

Gordon heaved the fresh German sausage in and out of Fieri's asshole. Before Guy could say anything he felt a burning in his insides, a raging fire that could not be quenched. Gordon had dipped each of the sausages in the Siracha sauce, making Guy's asshole become a firefly red ring.
"Who's the flavor master now?" Whispered Gordon
"You are..." Answered back Guy in a exhausted tone. His hair sparkling in the moonlight beaming like a holy sign from the skylight
"It's almost done Guy, just one more lap" yelled Gordon as he pounded his big bulky chest