(King X Ban)Too much Work!

Pay Back

    Annoyance began to seep in at Meliodis' persistence. Hands clamped tightly together in a praying form, desperately not wanting to clean the kitchen. This honestly scared me. It must be bad if even the other doesn't want to clean it. Yet I caved in, wanting to just make him shut up."Fine I will clean the filthy kitchen" I chocked out, not liking the sinister look on Meliodis' face, as if he just made a deal with the devil. Then the look was gone, replaced with his usual blank expression, a small smile gracing his lips. "Better be spotless!" With that the other left, humming a happy tune.

    As I descended the stairs, my eyes couldn't help but fall upon a sleeping figure. Ban laid on the couch, looking troubled, brows furrowed while mumbles tumbled out like a waterfall. Cautiously, I made my way to the the troubled Ban, my feet gently hovering over the cold floors. Once close enough, it was hard not to notice how fast his chest rose and fell, how ragged his breathe really was. Must be a bad dream, poor Ban.

I placed my hand gently on the other's arm, while the hand rested upon his shoulder and began to gently shake him. "Ban, wake up." His eyes shot open, rough hand immediately clasping my wrists harshly. I let out a confused yelp, wincing at the tightening grip before trying to pull away. His eyes seemed dull, clouded and distant, like he was somewhere else. "Ban let-" A soft whisper escaped my lips when the mentioned one tightened his death grip even more than I thought possible. Ban looked up at me, his eyes clearing before they were tainted with confusion. The confused orbs looked at his hands, finally realizing the grip he had on the whimpering and struggling other.

The pain eased from my wrist as he released it. "Sorry.."The Fox sin muttered, it was clear it was genuine. I offered a soft smile as to tell him not to worry about it before resisting the urge to smirk. An idea on how to get rid of the kitchen chore. "It's fine. I'd give you a break since you have to clean the kitchen. Good luck!" Ban looked confused before realization dawned. He really was slow when tired. Immediately he scoffed, replying with a bored tone," Make Elizabeth do it." Waving his hand dismissively at me as he snuggled against the couch, which was kind of cute but I couldn't help but get a bit defensive.

"Elizabeth is not a slave, do it you fox."

With that and a roll of my eyes, I turned swiftly, gripping on my chastiefol in worry as I moved to the stairs. Finally I heard a groan from Ban, his voice annoyed, "Fine, might as well." A smile spread across my face in success. No chores for me today, how lovely. Although I knew this would come to bite me in ass, I continued this for a week. A whole week! Each day that I spoke that lie, the more worried I got. Most likely Meliodis would rat me out accidentally with fake innocence, a look of  pure confusion painted over his features like always.

It was the eighth day now, Ban was now cleaning the mess we call a kitchen. Well was before an angry Ban was heard." King!" The voice resonated throughout the Boars House, a yelp from me breaking the silence of the establishment. Damn you Meliodis. I then did the manliest thing one can do in this situation. No, not face him. That's suicide. I hopped on my chastiefol as a pillow before blasting to our shared room in hopes of hiding. I went to the ceiling's highest point before gripping to a pipe while my chastiefol was engulfing me as a pillow.

Rapid footsteps grew louder and closer as Ban approached the door, swinging it open with such force the poor knob made a hole in the newly painted, blue-ish green wall. I, the manlier one, was spooked from the loud sound, letting go of the sturdy pole as my chastiefol resorted back to a spear. Then I was falling. Immediately, from the corner of my widened eyes I noticed Ban rush toward, anger wiped with concern. Instead of catching myself, I felt his arms wrap around me to prevent me from crashing on the ground, carrying me in a awkward version of bridal style before placing me on my feet. He checked my body for any sign of injury, brows scrunched up and nose following in suit before gently raising my still bruised wrist.

"So delicate. " He muttered, seeming to no care if I have heard or not. I stayed silent, my heart banging against my chest while watching as he dropped my wrist and softly hooked his slender finger under my chin before turning it. "W-What a-ah." A moan slipped passed my lips as the other's lips captured my now exposed neck, sucking on the delicate skin until it turned into a obvious hickey.

"Delicate and mine. It's payback time, baby boy."