Hello loves!

Well.. sometimes I can't help but have our little Chef say few bad words.

Please enjoy!

Someone once said…

There are mountains made of rich chocolate that erupt every day,

creating rivers of sweet and bitter chocolate,

…ChocoMounts!

That there are geysers that gush out frizzy melon soda,

staying perfectly cool all year round,

…Melonsyers!

The world is in the Gourmet Age.

The age of seeking out yet-unknown tastes.

After having to stop his sensual escapade, Toriko had been more than ready to destroy whoever had cause this interruption. He impatiently strolled around town- mumbling profanities while glaring at bypassing citizens till he found a 16 ton Devil Crocodile eating away at a Cherry Jellomobile*. Amongst the mighty Croc were a few local Saiseiyas attempting to gain the feasting reptile's attention.

Toriko looked around their surroundings and sighed deeply; the buildings all around them were intensive care units/clinics and startling the Croc wasn't in the town's best interest… unless he was doing the startling.

The Heavenly king sprinted towards the reptile grabbing its bulky tail with both hands. He shook his head disapproving mumbling that the Croc's meat wasn't edible nor tasty.

With both hands on the tail, Toriko held him with a tight grip and threw the reptile towards distant the mountains. The Crocodile flew like a shooting start, and the Saiseiya's stood shocked- eyes bulging out of their sockets. The Heavenly king made his way back to his partner, contempt that the Croc wasn't going to be coming back anytime soon.

Toriko gazed down at the sleeping chef blatantly disappointed. Despite coming back to the room within the remainder of their 4 hour limit, the scent of Komatsu's arousal no longer lingered in the air. He stood at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips wondering whether or not he should wake up the little fellow.

"…Komatsu, wake up" His knees softly bumped against the bed's mattress attempting to stir the Chef awake.

"Mhphm…" The boy continued to snooze on as he mumbled nonsense.

"Oi." Toriko bumped his knees against the bed again this time getting more of a reaction from the sleeping boy.

"Awaaa…" Komatsu let out a sublet whine as he shifted onto his side. Toriko smirked to himself as he sat himself on the edge of the bed. '…dreaming like a baby. He better be having good dreams' His hands ran through his hair as he thought about their earlier escapade,

'T-t-t-oriko-san, uwaaa!'

'Ahhh, it feels so good…!'

'Toriko, Toriko, T-torikoo-sannn, ahhhhh'

A sudden realization dawned on him that his sweet Chef, his innocent Chef, his little Chef... had finally been under his mercy for the very first time. He had finally sexually enticed the boy with tender touches and fragrances, getting him riled up to the point of needing to fuck the mattress below him at all costs. Toriko inhaled heavily, as the smell of his own arousal began to taint the air.

'Ahhhh.'

'Ohhhhh, Toriko-san!'

'God you feel so good…'

A low grunt escaped his lips as he had unconsciously started rubbing the palm of his hands against the slight strain in his pants. The thought of Komatsu's hips rocking into the mattress was becoming more than arousing.

'God you feel so good…'

The Heavenly king gripped his dick hard as the Chef's voice rang though his head, he couldn't help but grit his teeth in subtle pain. If he became fully erect now, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from devouring the poor sleeping boy.

'God you feel so good…'

Images of Komatsu's flustered needy face invaded his vision as his grip on his semi-hard erection lower abdomen muscles tensed as his dick attempted to go grow bigger under his vice grip.

Toriko looked back at the boy who was still sleeping soundly.

The chef would be more than easy to seduce, given that he had been so easily aroused from minor mental and physical contact. If he decided to excite the boy right at this moment, he'd release his pheromones into the air putting the Chef into another state of unconscious lust; but despite this being a good opportunity to entice the boy into becoming aroused again, he knew there were many more occasions that would soon be available.

With a weary sigh he released his grip from his cock and laid on his back. With his blood flowing in and out his erection freely, he stared at the ceiling allowing his sexual thoughts to fade away. His erection slowly went limp as he began to think of possible things to do for the remainder of the day.

From the rollercoasters to water slides, they had done a numerous amount of things earlier and it showed clearly on Komatsu's face as the boy slept peacefully besides him. Toriko turned his head to look at his partners sleeping face, it was almost impossible to not smile as he mentally called him, 'adorable'.

In his sleep, the Chef never failed to look adorable, well… at least to Toriko.

"Awuaaaa" Komatsu's brows bunched together leaving a troubled expression on his sleeping face. The boy shifted on to his back and then return to his positon on his side as he mumbled Toriko's name.

"Uwaaa… Toriko…"

Toriko stared at the Chef, grinning ear to ear as he smelt a bit of excitement radiating off the boy. A heavy breathe escaped his lips as the Chef shifted himself again this time laying one arm out allowing it to unconsciously brush up against Toriko's chest.

"Tor..iko…"

As the smell of the boy's arousal was truly eminent in the air, Toriko felt joyed that he had managed to plant a sexual image of him into Komatsu's mind. He was very pleased, but his expression fell into a cautious stare as he didn't want his dick to be invoked again.

"Komatsu, wake up"

"Ahhhhh…" The Chef moaned, parting his lips as his tongue slipped out. His pink tongue ran across the bottom of his lip lapping it as if it were coated with the yummiest frosting. The Chefs hands brushed up against his chest, palm again his nipple.

'...and I'm waking him up'

The Bishokuya highly doubted the boy wanted to be woken by his dick jammed into his ass, and though the thought was more than arousing, he could wait.

"Komatsu"

"…"

"Komatsu, Granny Setsuno will be here in five minutes"

The boy shot up like a rocket, "Wha..? I gotta get ready… and prepare some dishes-" An expression of confusion crossed the boy's face, "Wait… where are… we?"

"This is fragrance room" Toriko couldn't help but grin as he got off the bed and stretched his arms up and over his head. "Hey, I'm going to return our bottles. It's a few minutes before our times up here and I'm tired of being in this room. I'll meet you downstairs" The Bishokuya made his way out of the door and down towards the elevator. He figured that leaving the boy to cool down alone would be easier than torturing himself to stay civilized as he smelt Komatsu's arousal.

Komatsu sat on the bed feeling a bit largish, "Returning the bottles, mhm…" He rubbed at his eyes while making lazy movements towards the edge of the bed. Glancing around the room for a clock, the Chef paused slightly taken back at the displayed time, "Has it really been four hours already?"

'Well… time sure does fly when you're being touched by…' A pang of despair shocked his mind as a sudden rush of heat went straight to his groin. Komatsu cried out as he fell off the bed, his hands immediately covering his face as he remembered what he had done earlier.

"OH MY GOD!" The Chef breathed out heavily as he screamed at himself. "I did not… I did not do that!"

Images of his hips being thrusted into the mattress made him flush a bright red, 'WHAT?!' His body had suddenly felt so hot and needy earlier causing him to hump the mattress. The poor mattress had become a victim to his lust frenzy. He really couldn't deny or accept the fact that the mattress was now owned by him. "For the love of food! WHAT HAVE I DONE!? And in front of Toriko-san!" He cringed as he also thought of his morning escapade with Toriko's back, sensually touching it like a little horny school girl.

Komatsu panicked as he tried to rationalize the two.

'I must have not drank enough water!' The Chef quickly got onto his feet as he glanced around the room for a sink or water in general. 'Water, water, water…' He gripped the edge his shorts as he spotted a sink. Making haste, he nearly ran to the opposite of the room placing his head underneath the water facet.

Cool water splashed onto his face and into his mouth. Komatsu drank steadily as he tried to figure out his sudden urges of lust that provoked him today, 'I'm sure I rehydrated enough… I'm sure of it! Why am I feeling like this again?! Gahhhh, maybe it wasn't enough. Maybe, I didn't drink as much as I needed.' The Chef swallowed water like a mad man as mentally spoke to himself, 'Good god, what has gotten into me? Getting all turned on by a Toriko's massage… getting all turned on by Toriko.' Turning off the facet, he gulped down a mouth full of water feeling a bit of it dribbled down his chin.

Komatsu gripped the end of his shirt and wiped his hands, he looked down at his feet as water dripped from his chin to the floor. '… I was turned on by Toriko's touch. He turned me on… Oh gosh, his massage, his touch, it… it got me all excited'.

The boy wiped his face with his shirt as he felt even more unclear about the whole situation, '…and then I fell asleep?'

With his shirt in hand, his brows bunched together as he stared at the drops of water on the floor. 'My fragrance was misty and relaxing… while Toriko's made me sleepy and e-ex-cited? Whaaa… no no… I was excited earlier this morning when I woke up…' His brow twitched, 'For the love of food, was it possibly a dream?'

The boy clenched the shirt in his hand as it dawned on him that he was wearing his clothes. He had recalled Toriko removing his clothes leaving him in his undies for the massage, and he was dressed, unless Toriko dressed him? Komatsu shook his head knowing that it'd be impossible for his partner to dress him without waking him. 'It was a dream… God, for a dream it was so realistic!' A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he felt more at ease, though his fingers kept his grip on his shirt. 'I don't think I could live with myself if it wasn't a dream…' He glanced at the mattress mentally apologizing to it. 'Though it's a dream probably resulting from his my morning incident… and that was probably from spending too much time from the Onsen…'

"Aurahhhhh- stupid Onsen!" Komatsu gave the room a final glance before making his way out of the room. '…Even though it was a dream, I'm going to have to ask Toriko about it…' A blush rose to his cheeks as he bit his bottom lip, 'Okay... maybe not ask him about everything'.

Komatsu walked toward the elevator and waited for the ride down.

The blonde receptionist leaned over the counter with both elbows propped up on the table. She rested her head in her hands as she smiled seductively at Toriko. It's not every day one of the heavenly kings walk in as a customer.

"Oh yes Sir, absolutely no problem. Is there anything else you want? I'd be more than willing to help you with anything you need tending to" The woman pouted her lips while squeezing her chest together to make the most seductive aura she could manage.

Toriko grinned as he leaned forward whispering something into her ear. A single eyebrow rose as her cheeks slightly flushed a light pink; she nodded and went under the counter to grab a fragrance bottle.

"Please do have this Sir… and don't be afraid to come back and ask for more, just tell whoever happens to be here that 'Yuri' said you could"

She handed him the same 'No Restrictions' fragrance bottle and bit her lip as Toriko turned away, her eyes glazing up and down his muscular body without an ounce of shame.

"Please come back at any time!"

The Bishokuya turned around and gave her a wink as he walked through and out the double doors. Pleased with receiving the free bottle, he chuckled to himself as he placed it safely in his front pocket.

Soon after Komatsu exited through the double doors and followed after him.

"Toriko-san! U-um… Did you... uh, have fun?" The Chef walked behind the big man fidgeting with the bottom his shirt.

Toriko looked back at the boy and stared at him nonchalantly, "Hmmm? Have fun?"

"Yes... in the room, ah, the fragrance room." Komatsu looked down at his hands and then back up at Toriko, staring hard at the man's chest. "I was sleeping the whole time, wasn't I? It must have been boring… unless you went to sleep also"

The Heavenly king smiled as he gestured for the boy to walk next to him, "Nah, it wasn't boring." He smiled as Komatsu looked up at him with a glowing relieved expression. "You know, you went to sleep the second the bottle opened. The fragrance was probably too strong for you"

Komatsu smiled and starched his head, "Really? Ahaha, it was relaxing though"

"Hm. You slept like a baby, Komatsu! Maybe it was too relaxing… Also, you were making funny noises in your sleep did you have a good dream? Eh, I suppose you did with the help of my fragrance"

"Funny noises?! Don't joke Toriko, I had a weird dream… um… Wait. What do you mean your bottle helped?"

Toriko grinned as he led them towards the center of town, he spoke casually carefully choosing his words, "My fragrance helps people dream of things they secretly want or wish for, heh. It pretty much allows you to dream out whatever you truly want. Sadly, your fragrance wasn't strong enough to knock me even with my strong sense of smell, so I just laid down next to you and thought of things to do for now" He looked down at Komatsu's flustered face making his grin widened hard through the suave lies he told the little Chef.

If, by chance, Komatsu knew that he had really tried to fuck a mattress, he'd probably never leave the room to begin with. The boy would die of embarrassment, and that would be it. But, since he managed to leave the room the boy must obviously think it was all just a dream or, well, convinced himself it was a dream.

"What did you dream about Komatsu?" He asked as he took a whiff of the air. 'Someone's cooking something amazing…' The smell of stir-fried noodles was light but enough for him to tell which direction to walk in.

"…Ah. I actually don't remember." The Chef paused as if to indicate he was thinking hard, "Hahaha, funny huh? I wish I could remember"

As the boy jadedly smiled at Toriko, he mentally screamed at himself no longer able to process everything that has happened today, 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHAT THE JELLO. WHAT THHEEEEE FRIGGIN HECK?! I WISH I DIDN'T REMEMBER!' Komatsu smiled at Toriko once again slowly drifting behind him.

"Man it sucks you don't remember… what if you discovered something you didn't know about yourself? Hahaha that would be a bummer Komatsu!"

'YOU ASSHOLE. YEAH- I DISCOVERED I WANT TO BE TOUCHED BY YOU! YOU BIG DICKED GLUTTONUS BISHOKUYA! YOUR FRAGANCE SHOWS PEOPLEWHAT THEY WANT IN THERE DREAMS?! ITS WRONG!'

"Haha, aw… I know, maybe I'll remember it soon"

"Well, tell me if you remember! I want to help you make it come true." The Bishokuya nodded at his own statement, "You are my partner, ya know? I gotta take care of you!"

'HOW CAN I POSSIBILY LET YOU KNOW? HUH?! And you wanna make it come true? Can take of my NEEDS, which is YOU!? Oh god…'

"Hai Toriko-san"

The Chef was more than hysterical as he continued to mentally scream at himself, '…secretly, I want Toriko-san, or maybe I secretly want to be touched? Ahhh, why did I have to have that type of lewd dream?! I don't think I've ever had a dream like that before… nor have I ever looked at Toriko-san like that! Oh gosh… expect for this morning… Do I really want that from Toriko-san? "

He caught up with Toriko and shot a quick glance at the man's face, his glance became an awkward stare as he saw that the man was drooling.

Komatsu sighed, '…I am just overheated and the Onsen is responsible for this! Yep, overheated indeed… dehydrated… ' It was harder to dismiss his behavior given that he had so clearly remembered his dream along with its raw feelings and needs.

Blaming the Onsen made him feel more assured, giving him a piece of mind that he wasn't really interested in his partner, nor the same sex. He had very little intimate experiences, all of them being hugging, holding hands, and minor pecks on the cheek or forehead.

With his nonexistent sex life, the boy had never been put into any situations odd situations like he did today. It was only natural that he would panic and scream at himself.

Toriko stopped walking and Komatsu stopped with him, the two stood in front of a homey Japanese styled Okonomiyaki stand.

"How about some Okonomiyaki, Komatsu?" The bigger man asked though pools of drool dribbling down his throat.

"Ahaha, hai Toriko-san" He couldn't help but laugh at his partner's appetite for food.

The two partners sat across from each other smiling as a waiter brought over their cooking supplies. The restaurant they now dined in was a self-serve styled dine-in, meaning the two would create majority of their meals on sizzling hot plate, ordering more ingredients when needed.

They watched in awe as bowls of heavy batter, pork, eggs, cheese, vegetables, mayonnaise, and many more sauces piled onto their table.

'Okonomiyaki, mhm?... I don't think I've had this in a while' The Chef had decided to not think about his dream or the fragrance room in general, to save himself from the possible psychological damage he'd get. The possibility that you want to get fucked by your same sex partner was not something Komatsu could mentally or physically accept.

Komatsu reached for the thick buttery batter and poured two thick layer onto the hot plate between them, he hummed in approval as the batter sizzled softly.

"Toriko-san, which toppings do you want to try first?"

The Bishokuya looked at the ingredients grinned, "Which one do you think would taste best?"

"Mhm… the pork, with eggs, and a bit of green onions would make good mix. Do you want you want to try that one?"

"Yeah, mannn, that sounds good!"

Komatsu sprinkled a bit of each ingredients into the two hotcakes, he inhaled the fresh scent raising batter as he flipped them over.

"Uwaaa, they smell good!" The boy couldn't help but smile as the smell of light pork and eggs surrounded them. Toriko nodded as his dribble of drool started to resemble a waterfall of drool.

"Ko…ma…tsu…" The man gurgled through saliva unable to control his inner appetite from a raising.

"Bwhahaha, wait Toriko-san wait! It's almost done… just a few more seconds!" The boy took his scrapper and cut into one hotcake checking to see if they had cooked fully.

"Alrighty! It's done!"

Toriko wiped the drool from his chin as Komatsu placed the Okonomiyaki on his plate. Bringing has hands together in a prayer position he gave thanks for his meal.

"We give thanks to all the ingredients in the world… Itadakimasu."

"Itadakimasu!"

The two ate there meal in delight not knowing the sun had already settled down. The Chef had called it quits and gave thanks again as he put down his chopsticks. He watched Toriko stuff his mouth eating all the pre-made ones he created before he became full.

"Wahhhh, Toriko-san, do you even taste it?"

"Mhm- Yess-hmhm, its goodhm!"

'How can you even speak with your mouth that full?!' Komatsu rubbed the back of his head questioning the extend of Toriko's food related abilities. The man could still speak with a mouth full of food, he could eat an island and still have room for desert, and his weight never seemed to fluctuant. 'Ahhh the wonders of Toriko-san's anatomy'

"Komatsu, is there anything you want to do after this? We've had one hell of a day so far… is there something else you want to see, or do?" The heavenly king rested his chopsticks down and looked at the boy.

"Um… I'm kinda tired. I mean, I know I napped just an hour ago at the Fragrance Bar, but I think all those rides from earlier really took a toll on me…" Komatsu smiled apologetically as spoke, "…and after eating this meal, I kind of wanna just shower up and go to sleep"

"Eh? That's fine. You know… they say that if you're sleeping sleep after a big meal-" The Bishokuya raised his hand signaling for the check, "-it probably means you had a good meal!"

"Let's head back to the lodge Komatsu"

Komatsu giggled as he nodded, "Hai hai Toriko-san".

Toriko and Komatsu returned to their lodge with happy stomachs. The owner of the lodge chit chatted with them for a while, praising the two for trying out the town's attractions and restaurants. Apparently its not everyday people ride the 'Tranquil' waterslide for relaxation.

Toriko mentioned they had visited the Fragrance Bar and slept there the whole time. Komatsu fumed red as he listened to Toriko explain why they had such odd fragrances to indulge in. The little chef was especially embarrassed when Toriko joked about how Komatsu made noises in his sleep. The owner shared a few of his own laughed and eventually excused himself back to his nightly duties. The two shortly returned to their own room after they watched the owner make his leave.

As they entered their room, Komatsu immediately hoped into the shower off to prevent himself from falling sleep. It had been a long day and the Chef was more than just physically exhausted with the amount of things he'd experience earlier.

"Ahhhhh, this hot water feels good!" Stretching his arms up towards the hanging shower head, the Chef moaned in delight as his body got drenched by the hot water.

'Nothing like hot water to watch away your worries… Gosh it feels good!' Komatsu grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering it against a wet cloth. He smiled taking notice that the soap smelt of sweet strawberries. 'It smells so nice… I wonder if the owner personally picked out this soap'

The boy lathered his body while singing some catchy tune he heard back at the Onokomiyaki restaurant, "Whoa whoa whoa ume okue, whoa whoa whoa"

A subtle knock on the door.

"Oi, Komatsu, don't stay in there too long if the waters hot, okay? You'll overheat!"

"Toriko-san, I'm not a kid!" Komatsu answered back, his face flushed at the thought of what he would imagine next if he overheated again. Lathering away, the boy gently wiped his soapy wash cloth over his groin region accidently getting soap all over his private.

"Uh no" He grabbed the shower head and sprayed his cock with the hot water. Komatsu had sensitive skin, and his penis happen to be even more than sensitive to soap. Ever since he was little he'd find that his skin would form a rash in some areas if he didn't use a gentle soap branch during a wash. Taking caution, he used his free hand to gently rub away the soap suds on his cock.

'This feels kind of good...'

For some odd reason, the feeling of the water steaming down on his cock gave him a subtle pleasurable. It was an unfamiliar that that had him feel a bit naughty as he adjusted shower head to be set on jet stream, aiming the shower head directly on the head of his cock. His breathe hitched as his felt an indescribable pleasure douse his cock.

"Oh gosh…"

Almost as an indication that he was going to masturbate right now, the boy gave his penis a slight squeeze before he began to slowly stroke himself with one hand while the other held the shower head steady over his cock. The jet stream was powerful against the head of his cock. 'This feels so good… the water feels really good…'

"Uwaaaa" He let out a soft moan as the constant pressure of dousing water made his cock begin to pulse all around; his skin became more and more sensitive with every slow stroke he did with his free hand.

Focusing on the pleasure Komatsu no longer needed to stroke himself as the shower head felt pleasurable enough on his erection. He used his free hand to play with his nipples that had gotten hard from the lack of warmth no longer provided from the water. With one nipple between his fingers, he tweaked it softly causing him to feel a stronger wave of arousal in his groin.

'God… I don't think it's ever felt so good'

Masturbation was not something the Chef had commonly done for a guy his age. He had pleasured his self once in a month, or a few, giving into watching a few porn videos or a naughty magazine, but that was only because he had to, not because he wanted to.

In school he had learned that masturbation was healthy part of growing up, so occasionally he would force himself to masturbate telling himself that it's good for him to do so. The boy had never really felt horny enough to actually masturbate, and since he started living the life of a Chef, the life style never exposed him to seeing others in a sexual manner.

Komatsu clenched his eyes shut tight as his cocked pulsed hard against the water, his legs began to shake from exhaustion due to his habit of tensing his muscles whenever he touched himself. He braced himself back against the shower wall to keep from falling if his legs gave up on him. Ragged pants escaped his lips as he was smothered in pleasure.

'Oh gosh this feels good… it feel so good' His mind began to wavered from images of women with big breasts and scenes of porn videos he rarely watched. A certain video scene played in his head as he felt the pressure of an oncoming orgasm, the Chef began biting his bottom lip remember the erotic video:

A man sat blind folded in a chair, both legs and arms bound together unable to pleasure himself for relief. Whimpering though his mouth gag, the man tensed as he felt a soft hand up and down his chest. A mysterious woman in a latex outfit appeared in the room and touched the man, feeling him up never touching his erection. She smiled though her mask as she whispered something inaudible from the camera into to his ear. Distinct noises came from the blinded man as he begun begging though his gag, his muffed pleads make the women smile grow as she listened to her pathetic partner. Feeling satisfied, she placed her ass between his spread legs brushing her latex covered ass cheeks against his hard cock. In response the man thrusted his hips wildly as pure instinct after feeling her so close. The woman turned around-

"You okay?"

The door had been opened and Komatsu froze dead in place unable to cover his erection or move his hand away from his nipple. Toriko stared at him eyes glued to his pulsing erection.

As if time and space had paused, the boy could only mentally process one word as he stood there frozen in position.

'NO'

Oh la la~

I made this post a few minutes before the deadline! woot! Thank you for reading! If anyone has any ideas or positive/negative comments please do share!

Also... I've been thinking about writing a Starjun/Komatsu story, with LOTS of abuse, rape, crying and eventually steamy sex... Ahhh~

Well that's it for now! I update weekly so see you guys next week Thursday!

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