Theme: 80. Sandwich
Characters: Nero, Tyre, and Dean
Warnings: Vorish, foodplay-ish, GT
“Oh come on boyo, dun give me that look...”
Nero huffed, crossing his arms over his chest moodily as he glared up at the towering blonde. Tyre had invited him over for lunch and being as hungry as he was... he'd stupidly agreed. But of course, he'd realized his mistake and tried to run for it but Tyre had blocked his only escape route...
He'd of begged Dean to come and save him... but he'd forced the writer to watch old cartoons with him... Alice in Wonderland being one of them. He was sure Dean would have loved quoting the story of the little oysters.
Yup. He should have just stayed in bed.
“What would ye prefer?? Mustard? Mayo?” Tyre asked, holding up the jars of condiments.
“How about neither?” Nero groaned.
It was Tyre's turn to pout. “Aw come on, lad... gotta have a little extra something.”
“I'm not extra enough for you?” Nero rolled his eyes, watching as the giant added a big dollop of mayo onto the monstrosity of a sandwich. The sandwich he'd be added to himself.
He looked around the kitchen for some sort of aid, some way to escape, but his little hole in the wall had been blocked by the brute. He could always try and jump and drag his battered body toward the door and slip under it-
“Got 2 of the three meats, mayo, mustard, bit a bacon, some fresh lettuce an' tomatoes... what else am I missin'??”
“CHEESE?” Nero offered sarcastically.
The sandwich was a mountainous thing, full to the brim with many things he would normally find tasty but he was sure he wouldn't be able to eat every again after this. But since Tyre was going all out with this he might as well ruin cheese for him too.
But rather than grin and go off to fetch some cheese... the mighty giant made a face. A very disturbed face.
“Eww. Gross.” Tyre shuddered and stuck his tongue out.
Nero couldn't help but blink.
“What? I dun like cheese on sandwiches...” Tyre pouted.
“But cheese is like a classic sandwich ingredient!”
“So? As you can see, I dun like plain ol' ordinary sandwiches...” Tyre purred as he motioned toward his horror of a masterpiece.
Nero rolled his eyes and huffed. “Can't argue with that, big guy... that's one way to put it.”
Tyre growled softly, rumbling moodily before he went back to checking off the ingredients to his sandwich.
“Hmmm... got everything it seems...” He sighed. But then he looked down toward Nero and smirked, licking his lips. “Well... everythin' 'cept the final ingredient~”
Nero gulped nervously. Maybe he shouldn't have been so damn snarky... Dean was really starting to rub off on him. But it was too late to play innocent or beg his way out of the situation... he was going to have to run.
Run and hope his panic gave him the strength to knock over the hefty tome that was blocking his exit.
Tyre shook his head, seeing that he was ready to flee. “I wouldn' try it lad... ye'll never make it.”
Nero just narrowed his eyes at the giant as he began to purr loudly. They both knew Tyre was hoping he'd make a run for it.
Tyre loved a good chase, made a game of hunting the poor human whenever he could, and he took any chance he got to let the predator in him out. At first Nero had been absolutely horrified, nearly giving himself a heart attack as he'd done his best to avoid the blonde terror altogether... but then he got to know Tyre.
And got to know that as much as Dean liked to claim he didn't care what happened to him, the wind giant was actually quite protective of him. If Tyre was a a big cat, his roars sure sounded like something that would come from a tiger or something similar, then Dean was an angry falcon.
Or barn owl.
Or maybe the product of a Hawk that had kids with one of those burrowing owls. The over expressive ones that popped up on the meme site that always looked so unimpressed and angry. Yeah... one of those.
Birds tended to be territorial right? Either way, Dean had claws, and many times he'd come to the poor human's rescue.
In the end the big cat and his belly hadn't been quite so bad and the permanent protection spell had set Dean at ease, though he'd never of admitted it, and he'd allowed Tyre to play and torment with Ner as he saw fit.
Which was also another reason why he knew Dean wouldn't be saving him today. He'd already received his story for the day so he was content.
Nero knew he could just own up to his error in judgment and go down without much fight... or he could run. Run and make Tyre a thousand times more happy... nothing was tastier that the tang of victory after all.
The spiteful part of him told him to sit down and pout.
But the rest of him told him to get the hell out of there at the sight of Tyre's massive hand looming ever closer as it reached for him.
“Shhhhhhiiiiiiii-eet!” Nero yelped as he made a run for the hole. “Dean! DEAN! HELP!”
Tyre just chuckled. “He can't save ye now boyo~”
And sure enough, Dean's response was quick. “Writing zone! Do not disturb!”
“DEEEAAAANNN!” Nero yell whined pitifully.
“Do not disturb or I fucking eat you myself when you get back over here!” Everyone knew it was an empty threat.
But it was still enough to shock Nero into silence, clamping his mouth shut as he tried to claw at the dictionary in his path. “Move... Move!”
And as if hearing his plea it did move. Right toward him as it fell backwards. “Oh crap-”
“Oh no ya dun!” Tyre snarled, catching the book easily before it could crush the tiny human. “He's mine~”
Nero would have been thankful if his fate wasn't set to be sandwich filling after this. He tried to scurry away but the tiger's paw was already upon him. “Gak! Nononono-”
Flailing as best he could, he tried to wriggled free of the giant's fingers but he held him fast. He was as good as lunch meat. He supposed it wouldn't of been so bad if Tyre hadn't decided to hum in victory.
It was a lively tune that did nothing to improve the scowling human's mood, finding himself dangled above the gooey mustard and mayo before he was slowly lowered down and laid flat on his belly. Tyre was going to owe him some new clothes after all this was done.
He knew better than to fight now and just let Tyre place the top slice of bread over him, groaning as Tyre had slathered more mustard on top.
“You owe me new clothes after this.” Nero growled as best he could.
Tyre and Dean liked to make fun of him for it. Said he was about as threatening as a griffon kit. Even sneezed like one too.
“D'awww~ Gonna be needin' a new wardrobe after this, eh? No worries Ner... I'll personally take ye to the store and ye can pick out and the Ren clothes you like.” Tyre purred.
“H-Hey! No! No more doll clothes!” Nero yelled as he tried to wriggle out enough to properly glare at the giant. If it wasn't bad enough he'd been first reduced to buying doll clothes, it was bad enough that they were too big for him.
That was about the time Kai had showed up and started re-sizing things for him. Even set up a charm for Tyre and Dean to re-size things for him as need be. Food was never on that list... but Nero now had some proper silverware, plates, and cups his own scale.
Though when if came to drinking wine he still loved using the bottle cap method.
Tyre just laughed. “Oioi~ Calm down, Ner... I was just kiddin', lad~”
Nero pouted up at him. “Better be... you owe me the whole deal too. Pants, shirts, and some new shoes wouldn't hurt either.”
“What?!” Tyre snarled. “You expect me to get ye all of that fer bein' in a sandwich?”
“It's you delux sandwich from hell and yes I do. I want to be able to have at least one pair of jeans that won't smell like mustard every time I put them on.”
There was a small glare off between the two of them that finally ended when Tyre relented. “FINE. This is turnin' out to be one expensive sandwich...”
“Hey, the Nero topping doesn't come cheap~” Nero chuckled softly. “And I want some Converse too-”
Before he could finish his demands Tyre had already decided it was time for lunch. Muttering a quick prayer in a language Nero had yet to decipher, the giant lifted his food up before his lips.
Tongue poking out to lick at the a moment, Tyre waited for Nero to curl up in a ball at the front of the sandwich before parting his jaws wide so he could take a bite.
“Ah crap...” Nero managed to squeak out weakly as the inside of Tyre's mouth filled his entire field of vision.
“You know what... make that two sets of clothes.”
Tyre merely responded by purring and biting down, taking him and a good bit of the sandwich inside.
Nero was sure that he was never using mustard again.