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It had been a long time since Meta Knight could properly relax. He was always running, always fighting, always in danger. Things changed when he arrived in Dreamland. After a few months of adjusting, the days began to feel longer, the mornings lazier, and the kingdom safer. Even with the occasional monster appearance, the knight had never felt so secure. It was a shock the first time he caught himself dozing off while on guard.
And yet, it was less alarming and more so comforting. Meta Knight had never felt proper peace. His entire life was spent on the war front. After so many decades of stress and strain, there were often days he found himself thinking that he deserved this. The thought always made him smile.
The idea came to him again while he was lying on the sofa, staring up at the blue stone ceiling with his head resting in Blade’s lap. The green knight was reclined against the arm of the couch, hands folded behind his head. It was about half an hour ago now he stopped fiddling with the tin resting on the end table.
He’d opened it up, pulled out a small yellow cube, and popped it in his mouth. Then he took another one and held it over Meta Knight’s head. “You good with ten, or should I cut it in half?”
“Oh, please,” the warrior replied, “I could easily take two of those.”
Blade grinned and offered him the edible. “Whatever you say.”
When he reached up to take it, though, Blade closed it in his palm and lifted his hand. His smirk seemed to widen a bit, mischief flashing in his eyes as Meta Knight blinked at him, confused.
“Open up.”
The knight flinched, and despite his best efforts he could feel his face warming up. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, and Blade finally lowered his hand and dropped the gummy on his tongue.
He closed his eyes as he chewed it, not willing to make eye contact with his friend who was certainly still smiling. Soon his embarrassment washed away as he was distracted by a sweet peach flavor, partnered with just a touch of bitterness.
“This is good,” he remarked, his expression tilting into a light smile. “But it’s sort of…medicinal.”
“That’s how you know it’s good,” Blade told him. “Shitty edibles just taste like weed. But the good ones taste like medicine. You’re lucky.” He poked between the other’s eyes, making the warrior flinch again. “Samo gave me a good deal on these. He said we get a permanent discount if we save the galaxy.”
Meta Knight laughed. “Oh really? Well, if that’s what it takes to keep you motivated.”
“Oi, I’m plenty motivated!”
The knight laughed again, then settled into his comfortable spot against his friend.
Since then, he stayed where he was, growing more relaxed as the minutes passed. His thoughts slowed, and he found he was becoming quite tired--not to mention hungry. Stars, it always took so long for the Waddle Dees to bring delivered food through the castle…
Sword dropped onto the other side of the couch, and Meta Knight lifted his head to look at him. The teal knight smiled and crossed his arms. “How’re you doing?”
The warrior hummed. “All my limbs feel slightly heavier than usual.”
The other nodded, but before he could say anything else, they were all distracted by a knock at the door. Sword jumped up off the couch and crossed the room to answer it.
Out in the hall were a pair of Waddle Dees, one holding their spear and the other holding a brown paper bag over their head. They handed it to Sword, and as he thanked them, the pair turned and headed down the hall. The knight closed the door and brought the bag to the table. He pulled open the seal and looked inside.
“Alright…” He took out a drink holder with two sealed cups. “Green tea for Meta Knight, mango for Blade--”
“Hell yes!” Blade gently lifted Meta Knight to a seated position before hopping down from the couch and rushing over to the table. He eagerly watched Sword pull things from the bag until he finally handed him a straw.
“Let’s see. This one’s mine,” Sword took out a box and placed it to the side. “Blade, here’s your rice--”
The green knight snatched the box and started to head back towards the couch, but reluctantly turned back at Sword’s call.
“Hold on a second, jeez! Here, these are Meta Knight’s.” He set two more boxes on top of the one Blade was already holding. “And here’s your chopsticks.” He placed two pairs on top of the stack. “Now you can leave.”
Blade spun on his heel and walked back to the couch. Before sitting back down, he held out the stack of boxes. Meta Knight took a pair of chopsticks and the top two boxes, setting the smaller one at his side as Blade sat down. The warrior glanced between the boxes, then looked to his friend.
“You forgot my tea, Blade.”
Blade looked at him and blinked, his container raised close to his face and his mouth already filled with shrimp fried rice. “Sorry.”
Meta Knight huffed a laugh and shook his head, then cracked open the box before him. His eyes sparkled at the savory scent that wafted up from the opening. He set the top aside and smiled looking over the large serving of yakisoba, the sauce-coated noodles mixed with diced peppers, cabbage, scallions, carrots, and pieces of chicken, topped with a spread of sesame seeds. Dipping the chopsticks into the container, he pulled up a clump of noodles and veggies and brought them to his mouth.
He sighed softly, taking in the flavor, but was distracted when Sword sat down next to him with his own box. He offered the knight a cup, the straw already poked through the top. Meta Knight took the tea and smiled in thanks. After swallowing the noodles, he took a long sip, licking his lips as he lowered the cup.
“This is perfect,” he muttered. Just what the doctor ordered. A night of relaxation and good food with his closest friends. He lifted up his chopsticks and took another bite of the soft, thick noodles.
As he chewed, the slowness in his head suddenly morphed into something more. A bubble of lightheadedness stretched over his head, accompanied by a tingling rush of dizzying euphoria. He dropped his chopsticks and clapped a hand to his forehead, eyes going wide, then leaned back against the couch. His eyelids drooped as he adjusted to the feeling, and soon closed. The darkness encouraged another rush; his feet twitched as the energetic buzz reached every corner of his body. A smile crept across his face, and he couldn’t help but let out a giddy laugh as he sank into the warm feeling.
Blade leaned a bit closer and studied the knight’s face. “You startin’ to feel it?”
“M-hm,” he hummed happily in response. “What about you?”
“I’m gettin’ there. Sword?”
The teal knight nodded and bit into an octopus ball, looking quite content.
“See? I told you this was a good idea.” Blade set his rice down in his lap and tapped Meta Knight’s unopened box with his chopsticks. “You’ve got dumplings in here, right? Can I have one?”
“Of course.” The warrior popped open the other box, then reached into it.
They both stopped when their sticks clacked together over the same roll. They blinked at the box, hesitating for a moment. Meta Knight’s eyes drifted up to see the other, who looked the slightest bit confused. After a moment, something stirred in the warrior’s chest as an idea was trapped in his gummed-up thoughts. His chopsticks closed around the dumpling, and he lifted it towards Blade’s face.
“Open up, stardust.”
The knight still seemed confused at first, but his eyes widened slightly when he processed the offer. He opened his mouth and accepted.
“Stars, it would be hot if you fed me,” the warrior mumbled before he could even recognize the thought. The moment he did, his face dropped, and his cheeks flushed when Blade’s antennae twitched as he snapped to attention.
Meta Knight laughed nervously, hurriedly picking up his box and turning forward again. “I’m sorry, I don’t--I don’t know why I said that. This is why I try to avoid substances, I always end up saying the strangest things--”
“Meta Knight?”
He flinched, then cautiously turned his gaze back to the other. Blade was eyeing him curiously, and he shifted over on the cushion to be a bit closer to him. The warrior could see the beginnings of a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“Do you want us to do that?”
He frowned, but the gesture was betrayed by the embarrassment on his face. “Yes,” he answered quietly.
“Aw, why didn’t you say so sooner?” Sword set down his box and chopsticks and slid over to be right at Meta Knight’s side. The warrior blushed further when the other held out a hand, and with less reluctance than he expected, he passed off his own utensils.
As he watched Sword spiral the noodles around the sticks, he couldn’t ignore the new feeling joining his high. There was a prickling chill down his arms and spreading through his wings beneath his cloak, but a strong heat deep in his core. It wasn’t unfamiliar, though. In fact, he was quite certain he liked it. The feeling seized him again as Sword lifted a clump of noodles to his face, a few peppers caught in the mix. He opened up and suppressed a shiver as his friend pushed the noodles into his mouth.
Okay, maybe this was too much too soon. Really, being vulnerable in any capacity isn’t his strong suit, but this? They’ve never talked about anything like this before, never mind anything even close to it. He accepted that this sort of thing was unrealistic, and yet here he was, getting himself worked up when they’ve barely started. Sword must have noticed his reaction, with the surprise that flashed across his face, but he didn’t seem discouraged.
“Um,” the warrior managed to force himself to speak, “if you two aren’t interested, you really don’t have to do this.”
“Nah, I’m interested,” Blade responded, reaching over and picking up some of the noodles himself. “Are you kidding? Look at your face, you’re adorable when you’re flustered.”
“Blade!”
His retort was cut short as he took another mouthful of yakisoba. Despite the situation, he couldn’t deny how good it felt to do this. The sweet, sauce-covered noodles and the rich bursts of flavor from the mixed vegetables, not to mention the extra sparks in his chest the longer things went on. He prepared to glare at his friend as he swallowed the portion, but his expression was softened seeing the other’s excited smile.
“Sorry,” Blade said, though he sounded rather insincere. “Don’t like being teased? I guess I could do something else.”
Before Meta Knight could question him, he shifted onto his knee to make himself taller, then leaned in over the warrior, his grin morphing into his usual smirk.
“Be a good soldier and finish what you started,” he commanded gently.
Meta Knight stared at him for a moment, then slowly nodded. He accepted the next bite without protest.
“Wonderful,” the other remarked. He picked up another helping of noodles and pushed it into Meta Knight’s mouth before he had even swallowed the first. “Just what I’d expect from someone of your reputation. You need to stay in peak condition, after all.” Blade’s free hand moved down and squeezed the other’s side. Meta Knight’s face flushed as he registered the comment. He had certainly been getting softer lately.
“Shut up,” the warrior grumbled, the words muffled by the food.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, sir,” Blade said with a grin. “It’s unbecoming.”
“Give him a break, Blade,” Sword cut in. He curled up against Meta Knight’s side and slid a hand beneath his cloak, resting it on his lower back. The teal knight reached forward with his chopsticks and offered the warrior a bite of his own. “We’re not on the run anymore. He’s allowed.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
Meta Knight’s cheeks burned as he sent Blade a light glare, holding back his retorts while chewed.
They took turns feeding him, and as the minutes went by, he found himself relaxing. Maybe it was the long week they’d just finished, maybe it was the food- and drug-induced stupor he was teetering on the edge of, but most likely, he simply felt comfortable. It was…nice to finally slip up. He should have known--layers upon layers of weights on his shoulders were lifted slowly, carefully as his friends encouraged him to open up. After decades of keeping silent and contained, or perhaps just plain repressed, each confession put a spring in his step and made the world feel a bit lighter.
Well, maybe not this time. Between the weed and the carbs, he was actually beginning to feel quite heavy.
The knight got a break about halfway through the box when Sword lifted the cup of green tea to his mouth. He took a few long sips, draining a good portion of the cup before releasing it. As he depressed slightly into the couch, he found himself strangely out of breath. They weren’t going that fast, were they?
Meta Knight startled when Blade moved over to sit right up against him, moving the box of gyoza into his lap. He took one in the chopsticks and raised it up.
“You still hungry?”
He blinked, biting his tongue to think the question through. It was hard to tell, but he supposed it wouldn’t hurt. Blade seemed to take his consideration as a yes, as before he could open his mouth, there was a dumpling in front of it. He couldn’t stop the smile from curling on his lips as he took it with his teeth. Sword moved close on his other side, and he was soon offered another helping of noodles.
They alternated between the dumplings and the noodles until the dumplings were gone, at which point Blade brought over his container of rice. “They always give such big portions, how am I s’posed to eat it all myself?” he said, as if he needed a justification. “Can’t let it just go to waste.” Sword dangled a few octopus balls over his head, teasing him with a grin before dropping them in his mouth. The sweet sauce was sticky on his lips.
About halfway through the box of rice, Meta Knight forced himself to slow down and take a breath. As if it wasn’t already easy for him to get caught up in the action in times like this, his head was spinning from everything he was feeling. He tried to chew more thoughtfully, savor the flavor, and his friends took note. They followed his lead, giving him ample time to process and enjoy, longer breaks between bites of food and drags on the straw of his drink. By the time he had nearly emptied the cup, Blade offered some of his mango tea too, and well, Meta Knight couldn’t just say no, could he?
Everything tasted incredible. He couldn’t get his mind off the simple cycle of flavors, sweet and salty and savory, the noodles and the seafood and all the veggies in between. And despite how much he was eating, he still felt hungry. Or at least, he thought he did. It was getting quite difficult to tell what exactly his body was telling him. His brain knew that no, rationally he should stop. Surely they had gone too far. But his heart said yes, and his stomach didn’t argue.
Soon enough, they reached the bottom of the boxes, with Sword scraping the last of the sauce-soaked contents into the warrior’s mouth. As it lowered, Meta Knight took a deep breath, then let out a heavy sigh, relaxing into the cushion with a small smile on his face. He barely had time to settle in before his friends nestled against his shoulders, sitting comfortably beside him.
Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last for long. He did his best, but as the minutes went by it became impossible to ignore the growing discomfort in his gut. He sucked in another breath and brought a hand to his temple in an attempt to calm the lightheadedness. Sword lifted his head from the warrior’s shoulder, looking concerned.
“Everything alright?”
“Fine, fine,” Meta Knight answered quickly. He slid his paw down to his cheek, feeling it growing warm as he did so. This was the last thing they needed to worry about, and certainly the last thing he wanted to admit.
Sword stared at him for another moment before he registered the reaction. “Ah!--We went too far, didn’t we?!”
“N-no, Sword, it’s--”
“I’m sorry, Meta Knight, I thought--”
“Sword.”
This time, the call came from Blade. Looking over, Meta Knight found him looking at Sword, holding up his hands. He shook them a bit and raised his eyebrows. Looking back at Sword, the teal knight blinked, then seemed to understand, his mouth opening in a silent “ohhh.”
He sat back against the cushion and set his head on Meta Knight’s shoulder again. “Alright…whatever you say. But y’know, we still have dessert to get through.”
That caught his attention. “We do?”
Sword nodded, and despite the ache he was feeling Meta Knight couldn’t deny he was interested.
“Yeah, but don’t worry about it just yet,” Blade piped up. “We’ll get you ready for it.”
The warrior opened his mouth to speak, only to be immediately silenced when Blade placed his hands on his side. He began to slide them up to his middle, slowly kneading against his skin. On the opposite side, Sword did the same.
Meta Knight nearly jumped out of his cloak when he realized what was happening, and even his wings tensed in their dimensional hold. All the air immediately left his lungs as his face flushed a bright red. A hot, prickly feeling clawed its way up through his body, smashing against the gentle fizzle still dripping down from his crown.
He laughed nervously, trying desperately to think of some witty remark to help him, but as his friend’s hands moved to his front, all that came out was a moan. He shivered when the discomfort started to ebb away, relishing in the feeling of their hands on his body.
“You aren’t as soft as you usually are,” Blade said offhandedly. He squeezed a bit harder. “I guess that means we did a good job.”
Meta Knight tried to speak again, though this time all he could manage was a low, rumbling purr. He hoped they took that as a yes.
The tightness he felt melted beneath their touch; his eyes drifted closed as he twitched and shuddered. Even his wings quivered beneath his cloak and blazing stars, was he glad he left Galaxia with his armor. What would it think if it saw him putting his guard down like this? Blade was right. How unbecoming. The thought only made him want more.
As his friends cuddled closer, he felt Blade slip a hand under his cloak and up his back. The green knight’s fingers pressed against the leathery skin where his wings met his body. He found the perfect spot almost immediately, the pleasing touch causing the warrior to tense up.
“Haaahh…” His breathing grew heavier, and the last of his rational thoughts scrambled away, leaving him unsure how to handle everything happening. Any worries he had were dispelled when Sword’s hands spread out over his belly to make up for Blade’s absence. Meta Knight melted into the sofa, biting his lip in a vain attempt to stifle another groan. His eyes glazed over, and he allowed himself to sink into total euphoria.
He could barely feel the time passing, but eventually his friends’ hands left his body, leaving him happy and comfortable. The warrior vaguely noticed Sword get up from the couch, but he was more focused on Blade nuzzled against him.
When he heard Sword’s footsteps a few moments later, he spotted a pair of boxes in the teal knight’s hand, one covered in frost quickly turning to condensation.
Meta Knight, slightly more awake now, couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he sat down again. Sword set aside one box and popped open the other, revealing four steamed buns. He took one, bit it to hold it, then passed one to Blade.
“H-hey,” Meta Knight started, but shut his mouth when he heard Sword laugh around the bun in his mouth. He grabbed it and pulled it away, leaving a circle of teeth marks in the dough.
“These are for us to share! This is for you.” He tapped the second, slightly frosty box, then bit through the thick pastry to reveal the red paste in the center. After setting down the remaining half in the box, he lifted a full bun and raised it to Meta Knight’s face. “Now it’s your turn.”
The warrior hesitated, pushing down his embarrassment before taking a bite of the bun. His teeth sank through the fluffy exterior, and he was rewarded with the sweet taste of the red bean paste. The earthy flavor filled his senses; he found himself biting into the second half before he’d even finished the first. Blade reached across him to pick up the last bun and offer it. He ate the whole thing in one bite.
While his friends enjoyed their own buns, Meta Knight couldn’t help but wonder what was in the last box--Oh, who was he kidding? He already knew. It was almost like they’d planned this. There was barely a thought in his mind that wasn’t about it.
Perhaps that was because he started to feel very drowsy. He leaned against Blade, who kindly shifted to better support him, and he could barely keep his eyes open as Sword picked up the last box and cracked it open.
Inside were another four rolls, though this time the dough was a pale brown in color, and the exterior was dusted with flour. When Sword lifted one to offer it, Meta Knight did his best to stop his sleepy, dopey smile from growing any larger, but of course failed. He happily leaned over and bit into the mochi ball.
His teeth burned from the cold temperature of the cream inside, warming and melting as he chewed. In combination with the dough, it was dense, and as he swallowed the other half he could feel it settling heavy inside him. The second ball yielded the same result.
Meta Knight shifted over and stretched out his arms before resting his head on Sword’s shoulder and closing his eyes. He let out a sigh, though it turned into more of a whine partway through. This caught his friend’s attention, and a moment later he felt Sword’s arm falling over his shoulder as the knight began to stroke his head.
“Poor thing,” Sword muttered, and the warrior blushed deeper. “Don’t worry. You’re almost done.”
He nodded, eyes opening slightly to see the other lifting another mochi ball. Sword popped the roll into the warrior’s mouth, and he chewed slowly, savoring the rich, sweet cream in the center. When he pushed the last one in, he reached forward and licked the flour from the other’s fingertips. With that, he fell back against the cushion, sinking into the couch and nestling in at his friend’s side.
Sword gave him a gentle squeeze, then rested his other hand on the blue knight’s stomach, pressing his fingers into his skin. “Well done,” he praised softly. “Aren’t you a good little Star Warrior?”
Meta Knight attempted to respond, but no words formed. Instead, he just yawned, followed by a small hiccup as he closed his mouth again. He heard Sword laugh.
The teal knight passed the empty boxes to Blade, then pulled Meta Knight with him as he sat leaning on the arm of the couch. Meta Knight reclined against his chest, shivering slightly when his friend’s hands returned to his midsection. His eyes drooped closed again, and he let himself whimper as Sword continued stroking him.
“Why don’t you get some rest?” his friend suggested. “I’d say you’ve earned it.”
Meta Knight practically giggled at the idea, no longer bothering to hide how elated he felt. He made no protests, allowing himself to drift into a bleary, half-asleep state as he lay against his friend. A soft moan escaped from him here and there from the soothing pressure on his middle. After a little while, Blade sat down with them, curling up beside Meta Knight as his hands joined Sword’s.
The two worked dutifully, easing the knight’s creeping discomfort as if they had done this a million times before. He was certain they were enjoying his reactions; he could barely hear them whispering to each other with every whimper and gasp they drew from him. Blade leaned in close, nuzzling against his shoulder and leaving a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Good boy,” he purred. “You did such a good job today.”
Blade let out a gentle laugh, then lightly pressed his teeth into the side of Meta Knight’s head. The warrior grunted and sucked in a breath.
“We oughta do this more often,” his partner remarked. “Look at that smile. You’re such a cutie.”
“Mmmh…”
As much as he wanted to stay awake and savor the feeling, he couldn’t resist the idea of sleep after such a satisfying evening. The sensations swirling through him blurred into a dream-like haze as he relaxed further, eventually dozing off in his friends’ arms.