Requested by chess411
Characters: Hell Masker/Cid
Key Word: Corndogs
Setting: During the game FFVII
Rating and Warnings: Yaoi. Every demon has a favourite food that helps them sleep at night.
Seeing Cid in the kitchen of the Highwind was not unusual, but what was unusual was the fact that he was cooking. The pilot may be meticulous when he was making tea, but when he was making anything else, there was usually a disaster left behind.
Cid series of curses drew everyones attention and all the eyes looked to her to go check on him. Tifa sighed and walked into the kitchen to see Cid with a plate of what looked like slightly charred corndogs. The deep fryer was still bubbling and there was grease all over the counter and spattered on his light blue shirt.
"What have you been doing?"
"Wha;' do ya it think that it looks like? Been cookin'," Cid said and held up the plate.
Tifa looked at the questionable food. "That is hardly enough food to feed everyone on board."
"Not cookin' for the crew or anythin', doll. Just cookin' for Vince," he said as he grabbed a six pack of beer and tucked it under his arm.
She sighed. "I thought Vincent was a vegetarian?" Tifa asked. The man balked from eating meat when they were in the field.
"He is," Cid said. "But his demons aren't."
She raised an eyebrow at that and gave him a confused look.
"Look," Cid said. "Vincent is all fine and dandy but his demons are a pain in the arse if the don't get if they are cravin'. Chaos likes rare steak, Galian likes chicken, Gigas likes to chew on an EMR he stole from Reno and Hell Masker likes corndogs."
"Do you always make them food?" Tifa asked.
"If I want them not to get bitten, yeah," Cid said. "Hell Masker's bites are particularly nasty and Vince is Hell Maskery right now."
"How did you figure this out?" Tifa asked.
"Because the bastard bit me. Fucker's nastiest of the bunch with his pointy sharp teeth," Cid said. "He likes these things for some fuckin' reason."
She chewed her lip and had a slew of questions swirling in her mind. "Have all the demons bit you?"
Cid chuckled at that and blushed. "Well, ya know how it is, eh, toots."
"And Hell Masker doesn't even have a mouth, does he?" She asked. She had only ever seen the demon wearing that strange mask and had never even contemplated what lay beneath it.
Cid coughed and his cheeks got redder. "I should go before he gets hungry," Cid said and tried to push past her.
She stood her ground and asked one more question, "Where does he bite you?" She had never seen him with injuries that would suggest that he was being injured.
He looked at the corndogs and cleared his throat. "There's a reason I get the demon these before I go ta sleep at night."
Tifa let Cid walk by and she watched as he headed to his room with the plate of corndogs in his hand. She watched with a little shock to see the door open before he arrived. She watched as long arms that belonged to a demon reach out to grab the plate and drag Cid into the room. She watched as the door slowly closed behind them. She heard Cid give a few curses and the some more sounds that she wished she hadn't heard nor did she want to report back to the others.