Page 42 of In Darkness and Dank

“Prrrp?”

“Just trust me. You’d win.”

They gathered more wood to make a respectable little fire, and Kittisak waited until the pan was sizzling hot to drop the fish in. He’d cooked similar meals with his parents, though he honestly had no idea how this was going to turn out. The smell was promising at least, and he loved watching Shu sniff and scowl at the pan.

When it was finally finished, Kittisak used the spatula to carefully plate each fish on a large leaf with a generous scoop of the salsa he’d made. He offered one of the leaves and a spoon to Shu. “Here you go!”

Shu chirped, sniffing the food skeptically.

“Trust me. It’s gonna be great. I hope.” Kittisak sat next to the fire, getting settled with the other leaf in his lap. Shu had yet to take a bite, and Kittisak figured he was waiting for him to try it first. He used his spoon to pull a bit of the fish away, smiling when it was white and flaky. “Okay, we’re off to a good start.”

“Uh?”

“It’s cooked. That’s the most important part.” Kittisak scooped some of the salsa on his spoon along with the bit of fish and then popped it all in his mouth. “Holy crap!”

“Bad?” Shu wrinkled his nose.

“No! It’s awesome!” Kittisak immediately went back in for another bite. The sweetness of the fruit salsa was a wonderful complement to the salty and spicy fish, and he was so proud of himself that he’d made this all on his own.

Well, he’d had a certain monstrous helper, of course.

Who still hadn’t eaten a single bite.

Kittisak waited until he was finished chewing with his current mouthful before asking, “Aren’t you gonna try it?”

“Waiting,” Shu replied.

“For?”

“See if Kitty falls over.”

“Very funny.” Kittisak snorted.

Shu grinned as he folded his leaf, dumping the salsa directly on top of the fish and effectively making a wrap as he rolled it all together. He then shoved the entire thing into his mouth.

Kittisak couldn’t stop himself from gawking—after all, that was exactly how Shu gobbled down his cock, and a twitch of heat stirred in his loins. He banished his filthy thoughts, asking politely, “Good?”

“Uh.” Shu smacked his lips, seeming to be weighing the question very carefully. “More salt. But good. Very good.”

“My monster the foodie.” Kittisak laughed. “Okay, fine. Next time, I’ll use more salt.”

Shu purred, and he leaned over to kiss Kittisak’s cheek. “Thank you for cook. Much good.”

“Even without the correct amount of salt?”

“Yes.”

“We aim to please here at Cafe le Kitty,” Kittisak teased. “I’m glad you like it, Shu.”

“Prrrrp.” Shu sniffed at the pan, and then he glanced back to Kittisak. He paused, his brow furrowing as he asked, “Kitty?”

“Yeah?” Kittisak took a big bite, and okay, yes, it could have used a bit more salt.

“What monster?”

Kittisak blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You name Shu monster. What monster?”

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