Chapter 2

Sometimes I read Toriko fics written by other people.

And feel horribly inadequate.

So I'm working on Coco's now.

Coco is HAAAAARRRRD.

He's too GENTLEMANLY.

I just…ARRRRgGH!

I was just trying to write porny stuff, dammit.

And it became a full-fledged story all on its own.

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I like making up places and animals in the Toriko-verse too much. It's waaaay too easy to make up Toriko-verse creatures.

this doesn't seem to be about food anymore.

Also be prepared for awkward POV changes.

Plus I show how much I love fluffy colorful things.

It seems like there's never going to be any smex, just frot.

It's not often that Komatsu has Coco all to himself.

Normally, Toriko is there, a third person, someone that keeps Coco loose.

He isn't here now.

So Coco is a little bit stiff, a little bit formal, even though he's known Coco almost as long as he's known Toriko.

Komatsu permits himself a little smile. He truly does live up to his name as the Gentleman King.

But his smile quickly disappears, as the oppressive aura swallows even that little happiness. He and Coco are on the edge of Poison Tide, where the very air has been tainted by the toxins, turned into a deadly miasma.

Coco had given him the antibodies he needed to survive, pricking his own finger and letting the antibodies, white and murky, drip into a shallow cut near Komatsu's chest. Sweat had dripped down his face, his breathing heavy, fighting for only those antibodies to come out, holding back the poisons that existed in his blood and wanted to flow out the cut. It showed just how much control he had learned in those two years.

When he finished, he trembled, wrapping his finger with shaking hands. Komatsu had felt the wild urge to lick his cut, to let the few last drops of antibodies slide down his throat, but he contented himself with helping Coco secure his bandage. As much as he had wanted to, he knew such a thing would be a profoundly bad idea.

So they were here, and even though Komatsu felt safe enough with Coco, Coco himself was taut as a bowstring, his Intimidation coming out in soft, threatening waves, as though he believed that everything and anything could come barreling down on them, going for Komatsu first. Which normally is what would happen.

Only this time, on the edge of the Poison Tide, there isn't a creature that would come after such easy prey as Komatsu. Because there were no creatures to begin with, all digested by the noxious contents of the Tide. No parts were spared by the Tide: skin, organs, muscle, even bones were broken down by the deadly current. Honestly speaking, he didn't want to come at all. But then Coco gave him that face—loneliness, a feeling he probably dealt with all his life, separating himself from everyone else to spare them if his control ever slipped—and how could he ever say no?

Besides, it was nice, just Coco and him, no Toriko, no Sunny, no Zebra; even if they were in one of the Human World's most dangerous places. He starts feeling doubtful, even though Coco is with him, has given him everything he needs. Wearing a Lighter Suit Type Tight, meant to keep all outside elements from coming in, and an Oxygen Mask with an Oxygen leaf and a handful of dried antidote leaves that sting his nostrils with their sharp scents, he reassures himself that with the equipment he has, as well as Coco, he'll be perfectly safe.

He nods to Coco, face determined, reaching his arms out to Coco. Coco lifts him, gently, delicately, like a specially prepared ingredient, and Komatsu feels a bit like a child as he settles into Coco's arms, preparing to go out into the Tide.

The President had tasked Coco with finding "Antidote Isle", a small, secluded little piece of land rumored to carry an antidote for every kind of poison and toxin. Unfortunately, rising water levels caused by backwash from the Gourmet World had swallowed the island, burying it under the Tide. But it was still there, kept safe from the Tide by its antidotes, creating a kind of bubble for itself.

Coco steps into the Tide, a hiss of breath coming through his lips as he encounters the harsh environment of the Tide. A purplish-red film flows over his body, and sweat forms on Coco's brow as he forces it outward, creating a shield between Komatsu and himself and the Tide. The Tide steams as it comes into contact with the almost transparent shield, hissing as it is converted to a gas, like it was angry that it had been thwarted, unable to take another sacrifice.

It doesn't take long for Coco to find the sunken Isle; later he tells Komatsu it was like a beacon in the pitch-black of night, the electro-magnetic waves some of the purest he's ever seen. He doesn't tell Komatsu that the purest waves he's seen emanate from the little chef.

As they sink through the murky depths of the Tide, Komatsu snuggles closer to Coco, giving the hand he can reach a light squeeze. Coco is trembling with the effort of maintaining the bubble, as the Tide constantly eats its way through, trying to get to the morsels inside.

Slowly, Komatsu sees a light, still far away, but shining brightly through the Tide. He starts to point to it, but realizes that Coco is already heading towards it, his legs pumping faster and faster as he forces his way through the Tide, the light getting brighter and brighter as they get closer and closer.

And suddenly, they're through.

Into the bubble, onto soft, grainy sand the color and consistency of confectionary sugar. Coco's shield had dissipated the moment it came into contact with the air surrounding the Isle, absorbed and purified by the cleanest air Coco had ever breathed.

For Komatsu, it was a close second to the air in Vegetable Sky.

They lay on the powder-like sand for a moment, Coco to catch his breath, and Komatsu to take off his mask and suit, swapping them for a t-shirt and shorts, much more comfortable than the skintight Lighter Suit. He doesn't notice Coco's eyes flicker in his direction before quickly averting, cheeks flushed red.

Purple underwear, Coco thinks, his cheeks darkening, with red-handled knives on them.

Once Komatsu had stretched and Coco had tried—and failed—to calm down, they set off, investigating the Isle. Neither one of them expected the cloud of birds that exploded from the trees clustered in the center of the island.

Komatsu yelped and clung to Coco's leg, finding comfort in the way the muscle flexed under his fingers. But as Coco called up his poison, to protect Komatsu from a potential threat—

He found himself unable to do so.

Panicking slightly, he looked down at his hands and tried to summon his poison, converting his blood to a paralyzing agent. But as his hands tinged purple, the small amount he had created was instantly purified, and Coco wanted to do nothing more than smack his head for overlooking that little detail.

Here on Antidote Isle, no poison he tried to create would be able to do anything, instantly cured by the air.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, as he took inventory of his body. And was shocked by what he found.

His body, all except for his innermost organs, was free of poisons.

How…how can he protect Komatsu now? He starts to tremble, tries to control the torrent of emotion that assaults him at the idea of being unable to protect him, to keep him safe—

"Coco-san?" Komatsu's voice, small and tentative, snaps him out of his train of thought.

"Yes, Komatsu?" he can't let Komatsu know. He can't let Komatsu see how weak he is here, unable to use what has protected him throughout his life.

"It's okay. These birds aren't violent."

Coco blinks, than remembers. The birds! That was why he'd tried calling up his powers. Then he blinks again as he look down at Komatsu.

…or at least, the bits of Komatsu he can see.

The birds that surround him are…odd. Covered in a downy coat, not the traditional feathers normally associated with birds, they looked more like tufts of fur, and similar to what had covered him when he made the mistake of letting Toriko talk him into helping brush Terry while he was shedding. They're small, tiny enough to fit in the palm of Komatsu's hand, their…feathers colored like crystal, the light that seems to emanate from the Isle throwing rainbows from their feathers. Their twittering sounded like wind chimes, and Komatsu giggled as they gathered around him, each vying for a bit of his attention.

He was smiling softly, looking fondly down at Komatsu, when a heavy weight settled onto his back.

He fell forward, stunned from the suddenness of the attack, when he felt a beak in his hair, preening through the short locks.

Dozens of little tweets erupted from the birds on Komatsu as he struggled to sit upright, the weight on his back leaving him while the preening continued, a cooing coming from the bird—at least, he hoped it was a bird—behind him.

He turned his head slightly, wanting to see what had caught him off guard. He met eyes with one of the most magnificent creatures he had ever seen.

It appeared to be the parent of the tufts—but oh, it looked almost nothing like them. It had feathers—not fluff, but feathers, that glimmered brighter than those of the chicks— more stunning than an Emperor Crow—he silently apologized to Kiss—and a beak that managed to be dainty and deadly at the same time. Its eyes, intelligent and haughty, met his squarely, and he bowed his head, instinctively knowing a staring match would do him no good. After a moment, the bird resumed grooming Coco's head, and Coco allowed himself to relax, just a bit.

"Coco." He looked over at Komatsu, who was looking at the bird behind him in stunned awe. "I've heard of a bird like this, once. I think…I think it's a Crystal Cure Loveloronix."

Coco's breath stuttered as his eyes widened in shock. A bird said to be able to cure any illness with a touch; just a feather plucked from its wing boiled in water became a powerful restoring tonic, one that the President was said to indulge in every once in a while. It's Capture Level Immeasurable, it was one of the most elusive creatures said to dwell in the Human World. With powers not unlike the mythical phoenix, when it shed, each molted feather ushered a new chick into the world.

It was said to take centuries to mature, and they had just stumbled into its nest. But…

It was gentle as it ran its beak through his short coal-black locks, a low, throaty chime vibrating the air around his head, soothing and quieting the part of him that was still apprehensive at having such a creature so close and so…friendly, for lack of better word.

He closes his eyes, allowing himself to relax in a way so complete that he's never done so before.

Perhaps it was Komatsu's Food Luck that led them here, or maybe it was just Coco's rush to get him to safety, to investigate the Isle before it purified him. But…would that be such a bad thing?

He glances over at Komatsu, who is playing with the little chicks, giggling as they gather on his shoulders and letting out a little squeak when they lifted him up about an inch from the sandy ground. He allows a contented, if a little bitter, smile to cross his face. It was nice, having Komatsu all to himself.

But giving up his poison was asking a bit much. Besides, Komatsu lived to cook, to make others happy, and to have others enjoy his cooking. To give up his poison would be to maroon them here, and as nice as it was, Coco would never want to rob Komatsu of his cooking, and his passion for pleasing others.

With that settled, Coco let his eyes flutter shut, focused on letting his spleen absorb the majority of the poisons he still had, concentrating them so that they wouldn't be so easily taken away from him, and fell asleep with a gentle beak combing through his hair.

Giggling a little as the chicks set him down, Komatsu ran his hands over their soft down. Their sparkling almost seemed to intensify as he brushed over them, the glimmering showing their pleasure. He glanced over at Coco, and couldn't stop the smile from crossing over his face.

Coco was asleep, his face relaxed, the Loveloronix still running its beak through his hair. He waded through the glittering sea of chicks over to Coco, settling next to him as he looked up at the legendary bird, still a little star struck.

He knew about the healing properties of the Loveloronix, but he also knew about the stories connected to it. It was said to signal love, attracted to those between which the love was purest. Komatsu had recognized the feelings he felt for Coco were too passionate to be passed off as friendship, but he knew that Coco was shy when it came to things like feelings and relationships; it showed whenever he was surrounded by a gaggle of fans.

He was concerned for their safety, but also embarrassed at the closeness, and awkward, because of the introverted life he had led for so many years. Komatsu liked to fancy the idea that perhaps it was through exposure to him that had helped Coco shed his shell, becoming a little more outgoing and confident around people. It had showed when he had dealt with the crowd that had wanted to swamp him; he had been undaunted as he calmly deflected their attention from him, preventing them from getting too close and swarming him as they had done Toriko.

Perhaps the reason that the Loveloronix was here was because of him, and his feelings for Coco. But…maybe, just maybe, Coco returned his affection, and the Loveloronix had sensed it. Komatsu sighed, petting the chicks piled up in his lap absently. Perhaps it was just fanciful thinking. He looked up at the mighty bird, than back down to his lap.

And blinked.

All the chicks gathered had turned a shade of pink; some soft like a pearl, some bright and almost painful to look at. He watched, entranced, as they left his lap, surrounding him and Coco in a fluffy barrier of pink bodies. He felt a sharp tug on his shirt, and with a yelp, was lifted up, and set down into Coco's lap. Looking up, he locked eyes with the Loveloronix.

Bright, perceptive eyes met his own, shining with an intelligence that far exceeds his own. He tries to look away, fails, and can't even blink as he stares up into those eyes, the color shifting; first the deep blue of the ocean depths, than the burning orange of the setting sun, than the crisp green of wild foliage, flickering from color to color faster than he can identify them. He feels as though he's undergoing a trial, and the mighty bird blinks, breaking the spell that Komatsu seemed to be under.

It turns away, heading towards the thick foliage at the center of the island, chicks trailing behind it like a collection of flower petals, leaving Komatsu settled in Coco's lap, befuddled as to what just happened.

Ah, well, he thinks. He snuggles up against Coco, happy that he can indulge in a little close contact with the King. And then stops.

Well, then, he thinks, slowly moving to solidify that what he felt was what he thought he felt. Coco murmurs above him, his neck craning as he rests his head on top of Komatsu's hair, breathing deeply. Large, slumber-heavy hands reach up to hug Komatsu before they tip over, Coco apparently unable to stay upright any longer.

Komatsu lets out a little squeak, but quickly recovers; a little fall isn't enough to startle him anymore. He wriggles around until his chest is pressed against Coco's own, and he can feel Coco's heartbeat pulsing against his ribs, heavier than his own. In addition, Coco's length is pressing against his thigh, a wonderful feeling that nonetheless leaves Komatsu flustered, flailing a bit as his face heats up. But when Coco groans above him and begins to grind against his thigh, Komatsu can't think of anything to do except grind back.

When Komatsu raises his line of view so he can see Coco's face, he's temporarily stunned by what he sees there. Coco's brow is unfurrowed, and he looks more relaxed than Komatsu has ever seen him. His breathing is hot and heavy as they grind together, his hands running down Komatsu's sides as he mumbles nonsensical words that Komatsu thinks might be a different language.

Komatsu wants to make this last, this precious little moment he'll probably blush over for the rest of his life, this secret, private rendezvous only he knows about. Unless Coco remembers.

This feels taboo, forbidden, because in a way Komatsu is taking advantage of Coco, but matters of consent aren't so much of an issue because oh, Coco's hands are grabbing his butt roughly, fingers stroking down the back of his thighs. Komatsu finds it several times harder to control the pace because that's such an un-Coco-like thing and he finds it very, very sexy.

And now it seems Coco's taking control of the situation, thrusting up against Komatsu and moaning into his ear, because of course nothing is more arousing than a forward Coco other than a vocal forward Coco.

And as Coco thrusts up against him Komatsu joins him in the following litany of moans and whimpers and then Coco starts to murmur and the things he says makes Komatsu want to weep and groan because sometimes they're sweet and loving and other times they're hot and heavy and they intensify as they get closer and closer and then Coco's hand lifts up the front of his shirt, sliding up against his stomach and for a moment they freeze.

Because Coco is physically touching him, with no barrier separating their flesh. Komatsu doesn't think this has even happened before. So with Coco's shaky breath tickling his neck, he takes his hand into his two, little hands, and starts to physically move it up and cause more friction, and lets out a breathy, low hum of pleasure at this simple bliss it induces.

And it's as though the taboo disappears and Coco has been given permission to open the floodgates. Because before Komatsu can do more than squeak, his shirt is removed, and Coco's hands are drifting over every inch of exposed skin, mapping it with a fervor Komatsu has never seen, with a heedless frenzy like he's finally let go of what was holding him back. It's almost as though Coco has woken up, but Komatsu knows he isn't because even awake Coco would be saying things like wait, are you sure you want this?

And if Komatsu feels a wetness against his back, he simply overlooks it to twist around to place his lips against Coco's, now doing all the talking, saying how much he loves him, loves this, loves being with him doing this, and a thousand other nonsensical things.

And it seems Coco has lost his ability to talk because now all he can do is grunt, moan, react as Komatsu takes control, gyrating his hips and god he's so close but he wants Coco to have this, even if it he convinces himself it was just a dream in the morning, to come first.

But it seems like Coco, intelligence dormant and instinctual, has different ideas. His hands, which were on Komatsu's chest, now swiftly come down to his lower body, one hand dipping into his pants and the other reaching a little further to dandle his foot, rolling his toes slightly as he presses another finger against his arch, and Komatsu lets out a strange noise, like a cross between a giggle and a moan, as Coco—even asleep—is careful with him, stroking him until he's practically thrashing, and with Coco's hips grinding against him and rubbing his hand against his cock, Komatsu comes with a yell, painting Coco's hand and his chest with his cum.

Exhausted, his eyes already shutting, the last thing Komatsu processes is Coco's completion, and he drifts away in euphoric bliss.

When Komatsu wakes, he smells woodfire and hears the sizzle of liquid evaporating. As he sits up, he sees his shirt had been put back on him, and he'd been cleaned up. He glances over to where he heard the crackle of food on a fire, and catches Coco's quick turn away. With an impish grin, Komatsu stands up, getting a clear view of Coco's reddened ears. He steps over to the fire, yawning, and he sees there's some kind of fruit-meat on a flat stone near the flames. He sits down next to Coco, leaning against him, a tall column of quiet strength that stiffens as Komatsu cuddles closer. Komatsu takes the tongs Coco was holding out of his hands, flipping a few of the fruit-meats and leans his head against Coco.

They spend the next few minutes like that, until Coco breaks the silence. "Um, Komatsu-san, I'm sorry—"

"Don't apologize." Komatsu says, interrupting. "Coco," he says, deliberately not using -san, and it makes Coco look at him with a heavy, red blush that almost covers his entire face, "I liked it." he smiles up at the flustered King, who's desperately trying to get his normally silver tongue to work correctly. Coco's cute like this. Then something makes him frown.

"Coco-san..." he says.

"Yes, Komatsu-san?" Coco replies, grateful that the -san is back.

"Why is your hair white?"

And with that, Coco's chapter is done!

GOOD LORD, 9 PAGES, GEEZ!

Sunny is going to be hard.

I like slightly dominant Komatsu with cute flustered Coco.

See you on another chapter, with hair and maybe some flying spaghetti monsters.