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Oct 6, 2024

Lifeless Platter - Ending 5: Made With Love

Very similar to my original Made With Love book, but this time with roles reversed!

Trigger Warning: Cannibalism at the very end.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 [ You Are Here ]

"Oh, hey, you actually showed up for training!" The redheaded chef smiled brightly, "Quite early, too!"

"If you're not five minutes early, you're late." The raven haired man replied, voice deep and gruff.

The redhead chuckled, putting his hands on his hips, "Well, that's good to hear, it means you're serious! This is a highly sought after position and you're already off to a good start, Vincent! However, I noticed your resume, you didn't have many customer service jobs, so I hope you don't mind if I help you out a bit and teach you how to do this." The man then hummed, "Though, forgive me if this comes off as rude, I'm just confused why you would go from a high paying job you've had for years to a mere server?"

"Must I answer or can we just move on, Chef Lamoree?" The raven narrowed his eyes.

"Ah, just call me Rody, no need for formalities!" The redhead chuckled, ignoring the hostility, "Like I said, I'm just confused, but I won't push!" He smiled, "Well, with serving, it's pretty easy! All you have to do is seat customers, take their orders, and bring food to them! When seating people, keep in mind how many people are dining. You don't want a large group crowding around one area. Once they put their menus down, that's when you should go check on them!"

Vincent grabbed a menu and opened it, "'What we're serving today?'" He read aloud.

"Yes! Customers don't pick what they eat, we have a menu that changes daily! It did say that in the interview."

"Well, yes, I read that. Just wondering about it."

The redhead chuckled, "Well, once you've taken their order, bring it to the marker between the window and the door. That way, it'll be sent to the kitchen. The cooks will start working on whatever order you have right away, but keep in mind they prioritize cooking the dessert, side, meal, and appetizer. In that order." Rody then got serious, narrowing his eyes a bit, "Do not pester or distract any of the cooks if it's taking too long. Perfection is key and if you're pestering them, it won't be perfect."

"Understood."

"Good." Rody smiled once more, "Once the order is ready, you'll find it at the window to then serve to the customers. They'll ask for more after their appetizer, so don't make them wait too long. Once they're ready for the bill, go behind the counter to check them out. Once they're done with their meal, make sure to clean their table too, okay? I don't want guests thinking we leave messes out in the open! The garbage is in the kitchen, right next to the back door. When it's full, take the trash and bring it out to the alley behind the kitchen to throw it out."

"Understood." Vincent repeated.

"Make sure to study the menu, too! What I just told you are the basics to any serving job, but you need to be able to know what we are offering. If you're stuttering or confused, it'll make us look bad and I don't want our customers thinking we're anything less than professional."

"If anything, your demeanor screams unprofessional..." The raven muttered more to himself.

"It's hospitable, which is professional!" Rody argued, smiling brightly.

Hardly. Vincent thought.

"Well, I'll be in the back, helping the chefs and such. If you need me, just come on back! Good luck!"

With Rody in the back, Vincent began to clean off the tables, officially starting his shift. He made sure to seat the customers, smiling softly (though, it was a bit difficult and forced, but the customers didn't seem to care) as he took their order before handing it off to the chefs. He cleaned and bused the tables, making sure to take out the trash when needed. He focused on his job, making sure to never make a mistake.

By the end of the day, the restaurant was probably cleaner now then when Vincent first started the day.

"Ah, Vince!"

The raven turned around, raising an eyebrow, "'Vince?'"

"Ah, sorry, did I say that? I hope you don't mind the nickname!" Rody smiled, offering a plate, "Anyways, I have some Green Onion Rolls!"

"...What about them?" Vincent responded.

The chef laughed, "Take them! I need to make sure my staff is well taken care of so, please, the food is yours!"

"Oh, truly?" The raven asked, eyes widening, "Well, thank you. Do we have a to-go box that I may use?"

Rody looked around. He grabbed an empty box and slid the plate inside, "Not a to-go box, but it'll have to do."

"Thank you again, Chef Lamoree."

"Please, Rody is just fine!"

Vincent took the box and left back to his apartment. His phone started ringing, making him groan. Stop calling me. He thought, knowing exactly who it was. He went to the bathroom and got himself ready for bed, changing into pajamas and sitting down on the couch. When he finally was relaxed, he opened the to-go box and smelled the onion rolls. They smelled good...

He took a bite of one and widened his eyes.

These are fantastic! He thought to himself, I'll have to thank Chef Lamoree once again.

He ate them all and went to bed.

***

"M-My apologies for being late!"

"You're sorry?!" Rody huffed, turning around, hand on his hips as he looked up from his papers, "An apology isn't going to cut it when you're late and it's only your second day-" He paused, eyes widening as he finally faced Vincent, "-Why do you look like that?"

"I was hoping to wait until the rain stopped before I biked here, but it didn't seem to be relenting anytime soon." Vincent explained, standing on the porch and squeezing the water out of his shirt, "I truly am sorry for being late, I know it's unprofessional-"

"It's alright." Rody reassured, gently taking his wrist, pulling the other to his office. He offered a chair, "Here, sit."

Vincent did so.

The chef then took out two towels, wrapping one around Vincent's shoulders before using a smaller towel to begin to dry off his hair, "Here, let's get you dry before we have to open."

Vincent nodded, hugging the towel more around his body as the redhead continued to dry off his hair.

"Do you have an umbrella?"

"No, I do not."

"I see." Rody's voice lowered, almost sadly, "Well, then, I'll give you mine for the ride back! Just try not to let this happen again, okay?"

"Thank you for the offer, but I can't possibly use your umbrella."

"And why not?"

Vincent looked up at the chef, "How will you be getting home without it?"

Rody laughed, "I live here!"

"...I'm sorry?"

"My apartment is upstairs!" Rody gently pushed his head down, continuing to dry it, "There's no need for me to have it, at least not now."

"I... see. Well, I suppose that makes more sense."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, it's nothing." Vincent looked up at the other once more, "Is that not worrying, however? If something were to happen to the building, it'll all be gone."

The redhead chuckled, gently poking the other's nose, "Aw, cute, you're worried about me!"

"T-That's not-" The raven blushed, looking away.

Rody chuckled, drying off the last little drops, "I only tease, Vincent! Now, freshen up a bit and get ready for a nice day at work!" He cooed in his ear.

Vincent blushed more, "T-Thank you."

"Of course! It's nothing! Not only do I not want customers to see that, but you could catch a cold!"

"S-Still, thank you."

The raven folded the towels and placed them on the redhead's desk. They walked out of the office and Vincent readied himself for work before seating the first people who walked in. Once he seated the people, he smiled and took their orders, served them, cleaned the tables, checked people out, balancing it out pretty easily. Eventually, when everyone had left, he took out the trash, throwing it away in the back alley before coming back inside. He saw Rody, staring at the chefs, leaning against the wall, face blank.

"Chef Lamoree, may I ask you something?"

"'Rody.'" The redhead jokingly corrected, "Can you say it with me? 'Ro-dy!'"

Vincent sighed, "Right, uh, Rody, may I ask you something?"

"If you have the free time, I don't mind. Just don't let the customers go unnoticed!"

"Of course not. If I may, why do you stand here?"

"My job is to observe and monitor the chefs." Rody explained, smiling, "They are to cook my dishes to absolute perfection! If they are to even slightly stray from the way I cook, then I will jump in there!"

"Then it's no wonder why your food is so good."

Rody looked at the other, tilting his head.

"Your food was delicious. I've never tasted something so good." The raven explained, "It filled me and made me crave more. It's no wonder you're a truly amazing chef, you food made me feel warm."

Rody's face dusted a light pink and he smiled brightly, "I'm so happy to hear that!"

Vincent nodded and left the kitchen, getting back to work. He continued to seat people and take their orders, cleaning up after them and checking them out. After another few hours, his shift ended. He finished cleaning what he needed to and got ready to leave.

"Oh, Vince, wait!" The raven turned. Rody walked offering, offering his umbrella as well as a small box with a smile, "Inside is Blueberry Crepes! You said you liked my food and so I made sure to save you some!"

"...Thank you, Ch- Rody." Vince took the items, the redhead giggling.

With the chef's umbrella and food in his hand, Vincent went home. Once he got back to his apartment, he once again got himself ready for bed. He ignored the loud phone as he opened his to-go box. He took a bite of the crepe and it practically melted in his mouth, making him sigh contently. Rody is such an amazing chef. And quite considerate. He thought as he continued eating. Once he finished, he threw the box in the garbage before laying on the couch, falling asleep once more.

***

The shift started out normal. Vincent seated who needed to be seated, took the orders to the kitchen, served the food, checked them out, and bussed tables. He was beginning to make very decent tips and was extremely upbeat and happy with his progress. Eventually the trash got full and he had to take it out-

"Ow!" Vincent exclaimed, looking at his hand as he dropped the bag, "S-Shit-"

"Vincent."

The raven turned, facing Rody, who stared at him. Seeing the other so stoic, he turned nervous, "I- It- I-I apologize, there was something in the trash!" He looked at his hand, "I-I believe it ripped the bag open when I dropped it!"

"Vince." The chef repeated, taking a step forward.

Blood spilled from his palm, a large cut on it, "I-I- It cut me! I didn't throw anything I wasn't suppose to, I don't think!

"Vince." Rody gently tapped his face, the raven stopping, The redhead looked at him, concern plastered on his face, "You don't need to worry about that, let me see." He hummed, spreading the other's fingers, Vincent wincing as the redhead assessed the situation, "Hm, a shallow cut, nothing too serious."

"I-I apologize, I'll clean-"

"Don't worry about that. Someone else will clean it." Rody face sharply turned, two immediately jumping to follow his directions. The redhead turned back and smiled at Vincent, "Let's get this cleaned up! We can't have you serving people like this."

He gently took Vincent to his office, setting the other in a chair. He carefully applied ointment to the raven's hand before gently wrapping it, Vincent watching Rody's delicate work.

"I-I really do apologize-"

"Accidents happen, it's fine."

"I understand if you wish to reprimand-"

"Was it intentional?"

"No, of course not-"

"Then there's no need." The chef reassured as he finished, "Is that why you got a bit nervous?"

Vincent was silent.

"I see." Rody smiled, "Why don't you stay here for a bit and collect yourself?"

"I-I can-"

"Vincent, I'm not asking." Rody interrupted, gently holding his shoulder, "You are a little shaken up, which is fine. Take your time calming down, I will handle the customers in the meantime."

"I-" Vincent bit his bottom lip, looking down, "T-Thank you..."

Rody smiled and stood up, leaving as Vincent sat, calming himself. He took deep breaths and, once he felt he had calmed down enough, he left. He went onto the floor, where Rody was finishing taking someone's order. The woman giggled and smiled flirtatiously at the redhead, who merely smiled back. Once he finished, he walked back to give the order to the kitchen, his smile immediately falling.

"I can take over." Vincent offered.

The chef sighed in relief, smiling at the other, "Good, you're feeling better! I'm terrible with customers!"

"Really? You seemed to be doing well."

"Customers annoy me." Rody answered honestly, before giving one last smile, "Be careful, okay? If your hand starts to hurt, I can step in again, okay?"

Vincent nodded as the other disappeared into the kitchen once more. Vincent finished his shift and cleaned everything up. Once he was sure everything was ready for tomorrow, he went into the kitchen to bid his goodbyes. Rody gave the raven a plate of Squid Ink Pasta with Shrimp, the raven thanking him. He then went home, got ready for bed, and laid on his couch. His phone began ringing and he merely stared at it as he began eating.

"Perhaps I should get Rody something in order to thank him properly..." The raven thought aloud.

With every passing second, he grew more and more annoyed, he couldn't help but wonder what made her want to call him so bad. When it finally stopped, he sighed in relief. Thank you. He thought, happy with the silence, falling asleep.

***

"Who the HELL do you think you are?!"

Vincent jumped, unsure what he was walking in on. He was working his shift and was bringing in some dirty dishes and to take out the trash when he saw Rody, standing in front of the cook, glaring down with such hate and malice, a stark contrast to his playful, bubby personality.

"I-I apologize, Chef-"

"A 'sorry' isn't going to fucking cut it, now will it?" Rody hissed, accenting his words.

Vincent shut the door behind him, not wanting customers to hear as he watched the scene.

"Is your brain too small to realize a dish like that is not at all acceptable in my kitchen?!" Rody grabbed the plate, slamming it into the other's chef, smearing it on their coat.

"N-No, Chef-"

"Then why is it even here?!"

"I-I don't know, Chef, I m-must've-"

"'You don't know?!'" Rody repeated, his voice raising, "You 'don't know?!' How is it that you don't know?!"

"I-It must've slipped my mind, Chef!" The cook managed to squeak out, "S-Some flour had been left near the stove and I-I didn't want to get burned-"

"You didn't want to get burned?" Rody mocked, "Oh, well that just makes it aaaaaall better~!" He cackled. He grabbed the man's hands and put it behind his back. One of the Chef's hand held the cook's arms in place as the other grabbed the man by the back of his hair. He then shoved the man's face towards the burned stove, keeping it just out of reach of the flames.

The man squeaked, Vince gasped.

"NOT." Rody growled, snickering darkly, "Don't talk back to me in my own fucking kitchen, you damn pig! If you plan on being a semi-decent cook, you can walk your shrimpy legs right~ on~ out~ of~ here~! There is no conceivable reason to be scared of something as minor as a stove. If you're stupid enough to get burnt, then that is your fault and, as long as you are in my kitchen, you. Will. Keep. Cooking."

The chef gulped, whispering out, "Y-Yes, Chef."

"I can't hear you~!" The redhead sung.

"Y-YES, CHEF!" The cook yelled.

Rody hummed, seemingly satisfied. He lifted the man up and smiled, letting go, "Well then, back to it~!"

He turned and his green eyes met Vincent's onyx ones, the raven staring with awe. Rody stared back for a second then winked teasingly, moving to go stand by the wall once more. The raven blushed and shook his head, putting the dirty dishes away and taking the trash out. When he came back, he walked over to Rody, who was back to smiling.

"Hello, Vince, fancy seeing you here! If you're going to criticize how I run my kitchen, you can leave."

"Are you single?"

Rody's face turned a bright red as he looked down at Vincent. He then smirked, "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious if that is how you treat your partner."

"Heeeeey~!" The redhead laughed.

"I'm only teasing." Vincent chuckled a bit, "I ask because I wish to know a bit more about you. You do own a restaurant, so you must be quite popular among women, hm?"

"And men." The redhead said confidently, again winking.

The raven blushed, looking away, "Well, do you plan to settle down with anyone? Perhaps get married, hire a manager to run the place?"

"This is me settling down. I do this for myself!" The redhead smiled.

"You have yet to answer my question."

"Hm?"

"Are you single?"

"...Yes, I am." The redhead shrugged, "I swing both ways, so not sure if I'd want a wife or a husband. Kids are a maybe as well. What about you?"

"Pardon?"

"Wife? Husband? Kids?"

"...I'd want a husband."

"Kids?"

"With the right person, perhaps. Haven't found the right person yet." Vincent smiled slyly, "Perhaps you're the right person?"

Rody's face turned beet red but before he could respond, Vincent quickly moved to get back to work. He finished his shift and went to the kitchen. Rody had a proper to-go box ready for him, the Chef giving it to him and turning away, face still a bright shade of red. Vincent smirked, proud he was able to get the redhead flustered for once instead of the other way around. He thanked Rody and left. He got home and opened the to-go box.

Strawberry Shortcake.

The raven happily ate the food before turning on the TV. He then grabbed a magazine that was dropped off with the daily newspaper. He browsed through it and looked at all the ads before he widened his eyes. Oh, that's it! That's what I need! He thought. Rody shut the TV off, grabbed a marker, and circled it before laying down on the couch.

He looked at the phone as it rang before falling asleep.

***

The next two days were uneventful in terms of work. Vincent and Rody continued to talk between shifts when they could, the redhead smiling, his playful and friendly nature never wavering. Vincent truly did relax around the redhead, feeling butterflies in his stomach whenever he was around the other. His posture and stiffness went away so naturally. Only one person was able to do that and he... well, he was so scared of being "found out" while Rody was so open. It made him happy knowing he could just be himself and not have to hide it, not have to feel like he was doing something wrong. Rody sent vince home with a Croque Madame and Lemon Tart, in which Vincent ate both and praised the redhead for the next days.

However, today, Vincent went to the kitchen and Rody wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere, as when the raven knocked on his office door, he got no response. Vincent sighed. Granted, he wasn't owed any food, but he did appreciate the food and he did want it, simply because he loved Rody's cooking.

No matter, he went home, got changed, and began to think of what to order offline. However, the phone started to ring. He ignored it, knowing once there was no answer, it would stop. The ringing stopped and Vincent was just about to get ready for bed when the phone rung again.

For the love of- Vincent snatched the phone and put it to his ear, growling, "Listen, Miss, I am not-"

"Miss? I don't think I'm a Miss!"

"A-Ah, R-Rody! I-I apologize!" The raven blushed in embarrassment, "F-Forgive me, how can I help you?"

"Well, are you free tonight?"

"Pardon?" The raven blushed more.

"I'm hosting a dinner party at my apartment and was checking if you're available!"

Oh, that- "Yes, I am."

"Perfect! I'll see you soon!" Vincent went to hang up, but the redhead spoke again, "Hey, um..."

"Yes?"

"..."

"Rody?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Sorry? For what?"

"I-I disappeared before you came into the kitchen and I wasn't able to give you a plate of food."

He... actually remembered? Vincent smiled slightly, "It's fine, Rody, I don't-"

"I do mind. I really... I like cooking for you, okay?"

"Well... I like eating your food."

"Great, because you'll have plenty of it!"

The redhead hung up and Vincent blinked. He rolled his eyes with a chuckle and got dressed in more casual clothes. He went back to the restaurant and Rody was waiting outside for him. The redhead led the way up to his apartment, the raven looking around. It was a bit of a mess, but the redhead was definitely a minimalist. He had a nice green couch with a coffee table, sitting in front of a large TV, a kitchen with a long counter and some highchairs, a rug on the floor, and a few small shelves with his books, some plants, and his trophies.

"Very... cozy..." Vincent muttered.

"Of course! I go for cozy homey vibe!" Rody smiled.

"...I thought you said this was a dinner party. Where are the other guests?"

"They will arrive shortly. I, well..." The redhead took Vincent's hand, kissing his palm with a wink, "Wanted you to myself for a bit."

Vincent blushed and looked away. Rody sat him down on the couch before leaving to grab some plates.

When the Chef returned, he was balancing three plates; a plate of escargots, a cheese plater, and deviled eggs. Vincent smiled a bit and happily took a couple of eggs and a bit of cheese, humming contently as he ate. Rody smiled brightly he watched other.

"Your food is phenomenal. I wish I could eat it forever." Vince said.

"That makes me so happy!"

Before they could continue, the doorbell rang. Rody groaned before he stood up, going to the door. He allowed the people in, Vincent watching as the people came in. He stood up, the people coming in and beginning to mingle. The raven, feeling nervous and out of place, moved to stand in the corner as Rody left to get some wine and champagne for everyone. The raven stood to the corner, looking over the rewards Rody had gotten.

"Is that-? Hey Vincent!"

The raven turned, confused as a brunette approached him.

"I thought so, it is you! It's me, Antonie from Mr. Vacher's office!"

Vincent went stiff, his blood turning ice cold, "I... I see."

"I stopped seeing you and Gabriel, whatever happened to you? You were, like, the best writer there!"

Vincent clenched his fists, "It's, uh, private."

"You know, I heard Manon Vacher? Mr. Vacher's daughter? She was spreading some nasty rumors about you." The brunette hummed, "Is that why you left? I'm sure if you-"

"I have to use the restroom." Vincent hissed out, quickly pushing past him.

"Ah, wait, Vincent-"

The raven pushed passed the man, going into the kitchen. He went into the kitchen and then into the connecting hallway, walking down it. He pushed the door open and walked inside, closing it behind him. He leaned his back against it, sighing and shaking a bit. Vincent took a deep breath and looked up before gasping.

"O-Oh, this is not- wait..." Vincent blinked, staring at the scene in front of him, "...This is Rody's room... I wonder if I can find anything of interest." He hummed.

The raven looked around the room. At the back corner, there was a desk with some paperwork. It looked like it was for the restaurant, but the handwriting was barely eligible. He hummed before he looked at the typewriter, seeing Rody must've been typing out recipes. The shelf beside the desk was filled with books and the Chef's diploma was resting on the top. He walked towards the bedside table, opening the drawer.

A key? Oh, the freezer key! He thought, putting it in his pocket. He closed the drawer and turned towards the window.

"Looking for anything specific~?"

The raven turned around quickly, jumping, "A-Ah, Rody, you scared me!"

"You didn't answer my question."

"I-I, well, I was looking for the bathroom." Vincent shrugged, looking away, awkwardly."

"Mhmmm?" Rody teased as he stepped forward, the raven stepping back, "And, if I may, when you realized this wasn't the bathroom, you decided not to leave?"

"Well..." The raven trailed off as his back leaned against the window, "Would you believe me if I said I have short term memory loss?"

"Not a chance." The Chef laughed, putting one hand beside the raven's head, effectively trapping him.

"What about if I said I simply wanted to get to know you better?" The raven blushed as he looked up at the other, "On a more... personal level?"

"How personal are we getting?" Rody teased, leaning forward to kiss at the raven's neck, hands going to his hips.

Vincent wrapped his arms around Rody's shoulders, leaning into him as he grinded against his legs, "Depends on how personal you want it."

"Oh, I want it more than you know~" Rody began to suck marks into Vincent's neck, his leg going between Vincent's.

The raven moaned, leaning into him and grinding against his legs. Rody kept kissing at his neck and ear, the raven throwing his head back, eyes half lidded and-

He pushed the redhead back.

"What? Is something wrong? Did I-"

"Someone's out there." Vincent said, looking out the window, shaking a bit.

Rody looked and narrowed his eyes. He sighed and looked at the raven, who seemed a bit nervous, uncomfortable. He smiled, "Why don't you go home?"

"Well, I- w-wait, what about the party?" Vincent turned to face the redhead.

"It's over, it was more for marketing and such. You just made it more bearable." Rody gently poked his nose before offering his hand, "Come on, I'll walk you out."

The two left to the front door of the restaurant, Vincent turning around to face Rody. He went to say something, but the redhead caught his chin and pulled him in for a sweet kiss, the raven kissing back immediately, fireworks going off in his head. When they pulled away, the redhead smiled at him.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." Rody winked.

"I see." Vincent teased, "Well, I guess I'll have to get back at you tomorrow then."

"I guess so. Have a good night, Vince."

"Goodnight, Rody."

***

Vincent came into work the next day, face a little pink, on cloud nine, butterflies in his stomach and chest. He set up the tables and cleaned what he needed to before going to the kitchen. He didn't see Rody anywhere, which was odd. He went to the office door and knocked, only to get no response. The door was locked but, seemingly, no one was inside. I need to return the freezer key. Vincent thought. He looked around and wondered how the chef's were going to cook if the freezer was locked. No one was in yet, so, he decided to unlock the freezer.

Curiosity got the better of him. He began looking around, seeing blood. It wasn't too abnormal, it was probably from the animal meat. As he glanced around, he saw something sparkle.

Vincent turned his head to the meet grinder. He blinked, walking towards it and picking up a golden locket. He began to shake as he opened it, eyes widening as he saw the picture inside.

Him.

Him and him.

Him and Gabriel.

"What...?"

THUNK!

***

Vincent's eyes fluttered opened for a second, confused. He was bound in ropes, laying on the freezer floor. He blinked and looked around, not bothering to struggle. His lip quivered as he curled into a ball. The door opened and he looked towards it. He managed to sit up, glaring at the Chef.

"Get away from me, don't come any closer-"

"Shhhhh, shhhh, stop, stooooop~" Rody cooed as he stepped forward, heels echoing with the buzz of the freezer. He carefully, delicately, cleaned off a knife, "Just calm down, Vince, you don't need to do that!"

"Was it all a lie?"

The Chef widened his eyes, staring down at the raven.

"The flirting we did? I-I actually thought you liked m-me? W-Was it just me?" Tears began to fall down the raven's face, despite how hard he tried to hold them back, "Y-You played me! I-If you were just going to kill me for G-Gabriel, why didn't you just do it?!"

"What are you talking about, Vince?!" Rody yelled, swinging his knife down, "First off, that idiot is not my type! Second off, I killed him to get to you!" The redhead knelt down, the sharp tip of his knife teasing at Vincent's throat, "Had to kill Manon too, she was so obsessed with you, it pissed me off!"

"So... the locket...?"

"I forgot to throw it away after I killed him, duh. I wanted you not him, and he was in the way."

"So... the blood? The meat?"

"I made on dish from him and planning to make a dish from Manon-"

"May I try it?"

Rody widened his eyes, staring down at Vincent. The raven stared up at him, his onyx eyes wide in wonder and awe.

"Is it done, Rody? May I try it?"

Rody stared at him, lowering his knife, "You... want to taste it?"

"Of course!" The raven nodded, leaning into the other's neck, nuzzling into him, "It's your food! You're gonna cook them so well! I-Is it going to be smoked? Grilled? Boiled? What sides are you going to serve with them? Are you going to serve all of them? Please, Rody, you have to tell me, now!"

The redhead cupped Vincent's cheeks pulling him back so they could stare into each other's eyes, Rody smirking devilishly, "Are you that desperate to ear them?"

"It's not the fact that it's made from Gabriel or Manon, it's the fact it's from you!" Vincent leaned more into the chef's hand, smile manic, "It's your food! I don't care what you cook for me! I'd eat whatever you give me, even if it's made from pigs' brains!"

"I would never serve you that-"

"The point is-" Vincent interrupted, leaning forward, brushing their noses against one another, "-I will eat anything you make me. I want it. So bad. Your cooking makes me feel so warm. It makes me feel so good. I want it so bad, I need it. I need your cooking more than I need to breathe, please-"

Rody shut the other up with a kiss. Vincent moaned into it, kissing back as the Chef cut the ropes around him. The raven wrapped his arms around Rody's neck, moving to sit in his lap as he deepened the kiss. Rody held Vincent's hips as they pulled away, the raven smiling brightly down at the chef.

"How are you going to cook them?" Vincent asked, "Tell me please?"

Rody giggled, poking his nose, "It's a surprise~!"

***

Vincent sat on the bed, legs crossed as he hummed a tune to himself. He waited patiently (okay, not patiently, but he still waited!), barely able to control his excitement. The doorknob twisted and he smiled as the Chef walked in, a plate in his hand.

"Is it done?"

"I wouldn't have brought it up if it wasn't~" Rody teased, chuckling at the raven's excitement. He offered the plate, "Sorry for the wait, my dear! Dinner is served, Coal-Fired Heart!"

Vincent accepted the plate with a smile. He took his knife and fork and cut into the meat. Once he had a small piece, he put it on his tongue, chewing slowly, savoring the food.

"Well?" Rody cupped his cheek, rubbing his thumb across it.

Vincent smiled brightly, genuinely, lovingly, "Amazing as always, Rody."

Rody smiled, "I will cook for you for the rest of our days." He kissed Vincent's forehead.

"I'm holding you to that." Vincent hummed, taking another bite.

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