Master Chef

The angry grunt did nothing to stop Wren from chuckling as he gave his smug reply. If anything Zeal’s suffering was a good reminder of why he should be thankful his body could recover instantly from anything. ”Don’t get too cocky,” the poor suffering boy replied as Wren grinned at him. As much as it was fun to tease Zeal he still appreciated that the other had bottomed and allowed him the chance to top.

From there the conversation flowed into sex, more specifically, sex with Laxus. Even if the Dreyar twin had a boyfriend it was apparently still a concern. Good thing Wren had no intentions to have sex with him. Sure, they looked alike, but he wasn’t Zeal. He was stupid and had paralysed him. That was reason enough to want to have nothing to do with him and especially nothing in bed. Though it also made him realise that Zeal really didn’t like his brother if this was a warning he needed to give. ”I really don’t,” he confirmed too. Wren also took another bite as he listened to the explanation. It made sense. If he was in the same situation Wren probably would have felt bitter too, exactly why he avoided situations like it.

”But what about you?” Zeal continued. Wren tilted his head at him. ”Me?” he asked back, wondering how it related to him. ”Your boss had saved you?” the question continued. Ah. It had been a quick comment, but clearly Zeal was still interested in it. ”It’s a long story,” Wren replied as he reached out to grab a second pancake before sitting cross-legged on the couch to face Zeal. At this point he trusted the man wasn’t going to report it back and there would be no real harm in sharing it. Usually it was something he only told his friends, but whatever they had was good enough. Maybe this was a sign they were friends.

”I don’t know if you remember when we discussed fears, but I also mentioned being scared of burning alive. Yeah, this has to do with it,” he started with a grin that was more there to hide his actual emotions than it actually being funny. ”I don’t remember too much of it but I was born a long time ago, think 700 years, together with my sister, Myna. My parents were poor farmers at most, serving some landlord just like everyone else was. For nineteen years nothing special happened and then Myna got accused of being a witch,” Wren started the story, taking a break for suspense and because he wanted to take a bite. ”All because she didn’t want to marry a guy she wasn’t interested in. There was a trial, but everyone already knew what was going to happen. Same thing as they did to everyone else who didn’t fit, they wanted to burn her alive. I was the only one who stepped in and protested so they did the most logical thing, they decided they’d just burn me too.” The bitter tone was audible in his voice as he recalled what he could remember, trying to shorten down the unneeded details.

”So we got thrown into a cell for four days with barely enough food and water to survive. I don’t know if our parents visited or not, I can’t even remember their faces anymore. All I know was being so hungry and thinking I was going to die in some dark cell instead.” Without even really thinking about it he scooted closer to Zeal to find some comfort in his presence. Even if it had been hundreds of years the memories still weren’t happy ones, he just knew how to cope with them now. ”Anyways, that didn’t happen. Instead we got dragged out again on day five. I’m sure you’ve seen those burning piles in movies, they’re pretty accurate to the real thing. We both got tied down but they did give me a final chance to admit my sister was a witch and they’d let me go. Later my boss told me this was when he got interested in saving us, because I refused to admit to it even if it would save my life.” Again he paused to take a bite, mostly so he could keep a clear mind about telling what was basically the start of his life story.

”So they started a fire. All I remember is that there was smoke first until it felt like I couldn’t breathe and then it just hurt really bad and it felt like the pain would never stop, until I passed out,” Wren sighed out as he unashamedly pressed himself completely against Zeal. ”My boss refuses to share the details about what happened, but at some point later I woke up in a place I’d never seen before. Honestly, everything still hurt so bad I thought I might still die but he offered me a choice. Either he’d heal me and then we’d never have contact again, or I could become immortal and join him. You can guess which one I choose,” Wren chuckled out lightly, trying to keep the atmosphere from darkening too much. This wasn’t really how he had imagined baking pancakes to go. ”That’s the story, pretty much, and now I’m living my best life."

Wren hadn’t expected for the attention to turn back to him and his own story. It would be fine to share it with Zeal. Sure, it’d be opening up about a weakness, but he trusted the man not to use it against him. On top of that he was sure they were at least friends, aside from whatever else was going on. After taking a new pancake he started the story. There were some details he left out because they weren’t relevant and some he left out because he really couldn’t remember them anymore. His life before Crow was a blur, this was just what stood out and seemed forever burned into his memory, no pun intended.

Casually he dropped his real age without thinking about it too much before continuing the story, explaining in short how the village had decided he also deserved to be burned alive alongside his sister. ”That’s awful,” Zeal reacted with a mutter. Wren nodded a bit. Even if he couldn’t remember a single face anymore he could still feel the resentment he had felt towards his village to this day. They had all been cowards in his eyes, still were. Not staying on that part of the story for too long he quickly continued, explaining what had happened next. The feeling of hunger also was something he could barely describe anymore these days, but the knew how hopeless and miserable he had felt. Enough so that he knew he never wanted to go through the same thing again. The arm around him was nice and comforting as he talked about what happened next.

”You were so brave, so loyal for your family, even when you were on the verge of being burn alive,” Zeal commented in between. Softly Wren hummed. He wasn’t sure what had driven him to never admit to it, he just knew he had been sure of his decision in that moment and that even if he got a chance to do it again he still wouldn’t have changed his mind. The choice had just been logical to him. He’d rather be burned alive than betray his sister and he knew she’d have done the same. It also made clear to him just how different their bond was compared to that between Zeal and Laxus and why he still couldn’t really fathom Zeal disliking his brother as much as he did.

As he continued the story, reliving the most traumatic part, he pushed himself against Zeal even more, practically melting into the touch the other gave him. ”That must’ve been an awful experience,” Zeal muttered too. Wren nodded in agreement. It hadn’t been fun to go through and it was the reason he was terrified of being burned alive now. It was a good thing it didn’t come up a whole lot in his job, but he did dread the day it would. ”It really was,” he softly agreed before moving on to what he knew next. Immortality had been his own choice, he had known what he had been signing up for. People around him dying while he couldn’t, history being written as he lived, the way the world would keep upgrading and he’d have to stay caught up. Crow had explained all of it too and Wren had still decided it was something he wanted.

Which brought him to where he was now. Comfortably leaning against Zeal, a delicious pancake on his plate, the comfort of Crow’s mansion. It was safe to say he had made the right decision. ”Well, I’m glad you’re living a good life right now,” Zeal responded, making him smile a smile that only widened under the soft kiss. ”But that’s why you get along with your boss. Work for you isn’t something you hate, or are forced to do, you do it because you want to. You enjoy it,” Zeal continued. Wren hummed a bit as he nodded. ”Pretty much. I like doing it and the fact I get the chance to do it,” he agreed. He had never put it into words, but it made perfect sense. He liked his job, he liked the people he was around, and he liked the freedom he still had. At the same time he could understand why Zeal showed a wry smile, with the differences between their jobs. ”It helps that most people at work need to listen to me,” he added with a small grin.

With his eyes he followed how Zeal picked up a new pancake, sparkles appearing in his eyes when it was held up in front of him. ”Let me stuff it in,” Zeal offered. Automatically Wren chuckled a bit, glad the heavy air wasn’t staying around. At the same time he could feel some arousal stir up in his gut. Fully aware of what he was doing he obediently opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue a bit for Zeal, enjoying wherever this was going.

It was good to see the sad mood didn’t stick around for too long as Wren also finished his story on a happier note. It might be traumatic on its own but he was doing good and got to do what he enjoyed. So in a way he was even thankful it had happened. It also seemed to make Zeal understand more why he slept with his boss and didn’t hate him like Zeal hated his own. ”That’s good,” the other responded, making him smile a bit too, which turned into a grin as he added one of the benefits of his own job. Being around for such a long time also meant he had naturally gained a high rank in the cult, even if most wouldn’t assume he had one upon first impression. ”I can imagine. As long as you don’t expect me to listen to you as easily,” Zeal teased with a grin in response. ”You don’t work for me, yet,” he teased back with a grin of his own.

The sad mood was completely gone by the time Zeal held a pancake up for him which he obediently opened his mouth for. The gaze made clear they were thinking the same thing as the pancake was pushed in and he swallowed softly around it before biting down. As he chewed on the bite he closely watched how Zeal seductively licked the syrup off, removing any doubt about what the message was. The pancakes could always be warmed up later as he swallowed the bite down before speaking up. ”You, me, the office, now,” he demanded. Wren had always wanted to do it in Crow’s office and here was his chance that he wasn’t going to miss out on as he stood up, pulling Zeal up by the collar of shirt to direct him to the office.

Wren never thought he would have gotten horny over being fed a pancake, but he wasn’t even questioning himself and his turn ons anymore. The arousal stirred up even more as Zeal licked off his fingers. It didn’t take much more for him to make his decision that the pancakes didn’t matter anymore for now, he wanted to get laid and he knew where he wanted it to happen. If Crow would kill him for it that’d just be a consequence he’d deal with later. Even a year of office work seemed worth it at the moment as he eagerly dragged Zeal to Crow’s office. Again he found his way through the house as if he lived there, which he practically did.

”I said I’m not working for you yet,” Zeal went back to their former conversation, making Wren let out a breathy laugh as he was pushed against the bookshelves behind him. Equally eager he returned the kiss as he pulled Zeal in even closer, hands sliding down to his hips to pull him closer there too. At the same time he could feel the heated touch on his own skin while he let his tongue slip out. Everything about it was already even better than he had imagined, even the thrill of the idea that Crow could walk in any moment. As long as it didn’t actually happen they were fine. Eager for more he moved his hands to the waistline of Zeal’s pants, teasingly slipping his fingers underneath it, not even bothering with taking off their shirts.

Eagerly he met the kiss once he was pressed up against the imposing bookshelves. While the conversation still lingered in his mind it was easy to forget the negative feelings as arousal took over. With little patience left Wren pushed his fingers beneath Zeal’s pants, enjoying the soft gasp it got him. His arousal was obvious as he grinded against the other man’s body. A gasp of his own left him when hands traveled down the front of his pants to take a soft grip on his dick. The kiss got broken up as Zeal instead moved his lips to his neck. With a hum of approval Wren tilted his head, groaning out when he felt an attempt to push a first finger in. As hot as it would be for Zeal to fuck him right against the shelves he also had his own idea in mind about how he wanted it to play out and this angle wasn’t the best. With some luck they could do both, after all his stamina wouldn’t be a problem.

Switching the situation up a bit he pulled his hands out of Zeal’s pants again and instead placed them against his chest to push the boy back. ”Congrats, you’re hired,” he teased, referring back to their conversation about Zeal working for him. With a swift movement Wren pushed him back further until he was backed up against Crow’s desk, the same desk that was filled with stacks of neatly sorted paper. Immediately Wren followed so there was no distance between them again. ”Now, as your boss I’m going to take you nice and slow until you’re begging for more,” he practically purred out. Zeal had bottomed before so it couldn’t hurt too bad to do it again, surely.

A finger made it’s way down and it was clear what the intent was. Sadly for Zeal Wren had other plans in mind, other fantasies he wanted to fulfil first. With a push he shoved the other back, though he made sure to grin and speak teasing words so Zeal wouldn’t think anything was wrong. Instead Wren worked him up against the desk, grinning mischievously under the angry glare as he explained his intentions. ”Let’s see if you’re capable of it on your own,” Zeal gave in with a challenge of his own. Smugly Wren met the kiss, confident enough in his own skills to know he’d make it feel good until he really would have the man begging for more. The little hop was cute as he moved in closer before being pulled in even more. The papers barely registered to his lust-filled mind as he just shoved those aside. His hands went down to Zeal’s pants again, this time to quickly undo them and pull them off. ”What do I get if I make you beg?” he finally replied to the challenge with a challenging answer of his own. In the meantime he wrapped one hand around Zeal’s dick to give him a few strokes and get him worked up. His entire attitude was relaxed as if it was a casual every day activity and not the two of them ruining Crow’s office.

A challenge was put up and in return he was allowed to top again. Except the last time Zeal had still been calling most of the shots, now Wren was planning to take control and show him how good he could really make bottoming feel. Of course he’d stop if the other really wanted him too and he knew that they both were aware of that, even if it had never been spoken out loud. Zeal laid down on Crow’s desk and he followed for another passionate kiss, before breaking it to put up another challenge. Grinning as the other bit back a second moan, it only made him want to pull more noises out of the man. ”You get another free pass in the future,” he answered, making Wren chuckle. ”Deal,” he agreed smugly, pretty confident of his own case too. Quickly he helped undo his own pants and kicked them away. ”Eager, aren’t you?” he couldn’t help but tease Zeal some more. Taking some mercy on him Wren shoved two fingers into his own mouth to get them sufficiently wet, knowing Zeal had bottomed recently enough that he’d still be pretty sensitive. As he sucked on his own fingers he made sure to keep eye contact, finishing with a final lick of his tongue. Closely watching Zeal’s reaction he pushed a first wet finger in, taking his time before he added a second to start fingering him open.  

As much as he liked to tease Zeal he was feeling just as eager as Wren helped undo his owns pants quickly. ”Shut up,” Zeal responded, making him laugh which turned into a soft hum when his own dick was touched. At the same time he put two fingers in his own mouth to get them properly wet, before pushing a first finger in. ”Fuck,” the man groaned underneath him, making him smirk. It didn’t take long for him to add a second finger and start working Zeal open as soon as he was sure the other was comfortable. The hand on his dick was enough to draw a gasp out of him too.

Sadly he still had other things in mind as Wren reached for Zeal’s hands to pin them above his head instead, wordlessly asking if it was okay like that with a tilt of his head. At the same time he was still working his fingers into the man, adding a third now and curling them up to find his prostate. ”You’re going to have to beg if you want more,” Wren spoke sweetly, enjoying the chance to be in control. It was just too hot to see someone who normally appeared in control laid out for him like this. Even if he was sure Zeal would want to take revenge at some point.

Fully aware of what he was doing and what he wanted Wren inserted a first two fingers, encouraged by the moan it got him when he moved them. Having Zeal stroke his dick in return was almost hot enough to just give in, but he had more in mind. With a grin Wren pinned Zeal’s hands above his head, taking the silence for approval. They both knew that if Zeal really wanted to he could just escape from the grip or shove him away, making it pretty obvious that he was into this as much as Wren was. As hot as as pinning the other down was he wanted to make sure the man was also enjoying everything that was happening, otherwise it would be no fun.

While he pinned Zeal’s hands down above his head with one hand Wren used the other to insert a third finger along with the first two, smirking at the low moan it got him. Sure, being a bottom was a lot of fun too and he definitely wanted more repeats of that as well, but watching the other come apart under him was endlessly arousing. ”God damn it,” Zeal muttered, making him snicker softly. The clear arousal the other man was showing worked wonders as if he was directly being praised.

All the more reason for him to be smug as he sweetly told Zeal to beg. The deadly glare did nothing but make him smile back as he again went for the man’s prostate. ”I can still get off like this. You won’t be the one getting it if you don’t give me it,” Zeal argued back. Now it was Wren’s turn to huff out. He did have a point, but then neither of them would be satisfied. To ensure he got what he wanted he just stopped moving his fingers, levelling Zeal with a look that clearly said ‘now what, huh?’, even if he really wanted to continue just as badly. ”Fine. Can you please insert your dick?” Zeal finally gave in, still sounding impressively stubborn. Wren chuckled, but he wasn’t going to say no to that. ”Good boy,” he spoke as a final bit of teasing. Just as eager and out of patience Wren pulled his fingers out to replace them with his dick, groaning low in his throat as the tight warmth surrounded him. ”Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he muttered out, not even paying mind to the pet name. His mind was already set on the next goal once he was inside completely. ”C’mon, beg for some more,” he spoke with a grin. ”Either that or praise me properly,” he offered an alternative. Still maybe somewhat salty about only being praised like a dog.

Having pinned Zeal’s hands above his head Wren was in full control. Which meant he had every opportunity to tease as much as he liked to, including making the other beg for more. It was easy to pause his movements and wait, daring grin on his face. Wren had all the time in the world, literally. Until Zeal gave in and begged, sort of. It was good enough for now as he replaced the three fingers with his dick, groaning at the pleasant warmth. Now it was just a matter of achieving more of what he wanted. Begging or praise, he wasn’t picky.

Unimpressed Wren met the angry glare. ”How can I praise you when you aren’t doing anything?” Zeal huffed out, making him snicker again. The stubborn attitude was a lot cuter than it should be. ”How can I do anything when you aren’t praising me?” Wren countered back smugly. ”Please start moving,” Zeal eventually muttered. It still sounded a little stubborn, but it would do. ”There we go,” Wren gave in. It was still enough to make him feel the arousal as he started thrusting, a slow but stable rhythm. With the way Zeal had bottomed recently he didn’t want to go too fast too soon, just enough to make it pleasurable for both. Wren wrapped his free hand around Zeal’s dick, slowly stroking him in time with his thrusts. Through all that he didn’t notice the sound of the frontdoor opening, nor the sound of footsteps approaching the office.

Until the door opened and he - again - came face to face with a very angry Crow. Except if the Crow from before had looked scary this one was straight up murderous. Awkwardly Wren stopped his movements, still very much inside Zeal with his hand wrapped around his cock. ”Uhh.. hi?” Wren tried with a sheepish grin. Crow couldn’t revoke his immortality… right?

After some final begging Wren couldn’t hold himself back anymore either. It was a miracle he managed to go slow with how good it felt to thrust in. The only reason he was holding back anymore was for Zeal’s sake, as he added pleasure by stroking the man in the same rhythm. His own noises of pleasure were louder than the footsteps getting closer. Just as Wren wanted to up the pace, or make Zeal beg for it, the door flew open. That wasn’t a good sign.

It took effort to bite back the groan as Zeal moved too before falling back. It really put the whole situation into perspective. A fuming Crow in the doorway, Wren’s dick still buried inside Zeal, one hand pinning the other’s hands, the other hand around his dick. If he wasn’t scared of being murdered it might have been a little hot- no, scratch that, it was still kind of hot somewhere. He just couldn’t focus on it. ”I’m sorry,” Zeal squealed out beneath him, reminding Wren that the situation couldn’t be fun for him either. ”I can expl-“ he tried to start, his sentence being cut off by a raised hand from Crow silencing him.

”Don’t even bother,” the leader started with a sigh. He really should have known to be expecting this the second he spotted remains of pancake in the living room. ”I didn’t give you a key to my house, nor allowed the two of you to be alone, in order for you to have sex in my office. I gave a simply order, didn’t I? I told you not to make a mess with your boyfriend and you couldn’t even manage that,” he started to scold with a gesture at his papers spread over the floor. It hurt to see them like this. His hours of organisation, destroyed because Wren couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. ”I’m disappointed in you, Wren. I expected better from someone as high in ranks as you are, I thought you could handle responsibility. I don’t care what you do in your own time outside my house, but this is going too far. I don’t allow you to stay inside my house for this to be the result. You’re giving the keys back until I decide you’re ready for them again,” Crow finished his angry scolding.  ”The both of you, put your clothes back on,” Crow ordered next, not caring if he was blue-balling both. That was their own issue to deal with

Slowly Wren’s still slightly smug expression fell away under the scolding. By the time that it was announced he’d lose his right to keys to Crow’s house he looked up in shock. ”But-“ Wren started to protest. Again he was cut off, this time by Crow striding over and grabbing him by the back of his neck, roughly dragging him back. Wren let out a soft squeak as he was pulled out of Zeal and stumbled back, dropping to the ground as nothing more than a dead body. Now Crow turned his angry attention to Zeal by pointing at him, very much enjoying the terrified expression on his face. ”You, you’ll see the consequences for this too,” he continued the threat while Wren scrambled back up again in the background, looking worse for wear this time.

Noticing that his cult member was getting up again, looking very grumpy about having just died, Crow turned his attention back to him again. "Wren, show him out and then you’re coming back to sort all these papers,” he ordered. For the third time Wren looked up in shock. He had to sort the papers too?! That was unfair. If Crow’s expression didn’t tell him that he’d be murdered a bunch more he might have protested. ”Yes boss,” he huffed out as he grabbed his pants, giving Zeal an apologetic look. This wasn’t the outcome he had been expecting either and he was sure it couldn’t be nice for the other either. ”Follow me,” Wren muttered at him, shame written all over his face that he had just gotten scolded (and murdered) in front of Zeal.