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The flashing lights of the press were like an assault on the senses, but nothing the champion of earth couldn't handle. What did pose a problem was the volatile, tantrum throwing, galactic super-threat that constantly demanded enough food and attention to last the average person a decade. Buu had once again stormed in and nearly ruined Mr. Satan's public image, yelling and demanding and catching every camera in the room. It took all of hercules cunning to distract the press and get Buu back to the other room.
"I'll get you your food alright? Jeez.." hercule rummaged through the larger of multiple cabinets, desperately searching for anything to placate his volatile best friend. Well, friend was a loaded word. Buu had been in his life for a considerable time (some less embarassing than others) but he still didn't know exactly how their relationship was stacking up. Most of the time, Buu just managed to scare the shit out of him; other times, though, Buu had been not only helpful, but deliberatly kind. They lived together, ate together, napped together.. the thought of genuine friendship had crossed Hercules mind, but was usually wisped away by a spurt of angry steam. Those notorious puffs of vapor were already beggining to fill the room while Mr. Satan was rummaging for anything remotely sweet. His hands landed on what must have been the only box of chocolate left in the house, thank Kami. He swiftly rushed to Buu's side to deliver the sweets, then stood behind the pink buffoon and massaged his shoulders while he ate.
"So h-how's the chocolate, Buu?" Mr. Satan tried to laugh, but the strained noise that came from his throat was more akin to croaking.
"Good, Good!" Buu was absolutely beaming, and scarfing down morsel after morsel of the assorted confections. Hercule wondered what the point in eating chocolate was for Buu, especially when the chocolates were swallowed whole and entirely untouched by taste buds or teeth. Then the single survivor, a small strawberry creme-filled chocolate, was shoved into his mouth before he could pull his head away. Mr Satan would've tried to chew, but Buu had managed to stick two full fingers into his mouth during his mission to deliver the treat.
"I saved one for you! Strawberry is Mr. Satan's favorite!!"
The sudden volume in his mouth had caused Hercule to instinctually swallow, but all that really did was make him suck on Buu's fingers and nearly choke to death on the chocolate lodged in his windpipe. As Mr. Satan stumbled and yanked his head back to avoid death by force-feeding, Buu was staring down curiously as his own hand. His index and middle fingers were now glistening and warm, lathered as they were in a grown man's spit. Buu put his fingers up to his own nose to sniff at them like they were some new exotic snack, then popped the both of them into his mouth. Ew..
The sight of Buu sucking Hercule's spit off of his fingers made the champion tingly in a way he didnt want to think about. In fact, he'd been avoiding the whole subject for years now. What were they, exactly? Buu obviously loved and lived with Hercule, but it was hard to gauge what exactly the creature was capable of feeling. Did Buu feel anything other than just familiarity and companionship? His mind is so childish at times, but hes displayed a capability for complex thought before.. He and Buu werent exactly involved, but they were connected in a way most others would label innapropriate at best. Honestly, Buu was the best thing to happen to Hercule since all this saiyan buisness. He doubted anyone else would view it that way. Buu was too childish, the two of them were too dependant. Even among his close friends and family (the weirdest group of people he knew) their relationship would just be uncomfortable for everyone. The only person who wouldnt be bothered was Vegeta, funnily enough. The saiyan couldnt care less about Hercule and hed already assumed something was up several months ago.
"Buu?"
Hercule sat down beside the big pink oaf, angling his head to lean against Buu's arm as Buu finally popped his fingers out of his mouth.
"What? Did Mr. Satan want another chocolate? I ate them all already."
"Are you happy? Hanging out with me and all, living here.." Mr. Satan was mumbling a little now, the question sounding foolish leaving his mouth.
"Sure, Buu like Mr. Satan just fine."
Hercule tilted his head back to catch Buu's gaze, then gave him a gentle smile and the first sincere chuckle hed been able to muster in a while. Maybe this label buisness could wait. Right now, 'happy' fit just fine.
Mr. Satan shed his robe, catching a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror. His eyes traveled down to the dainty metal ring around the base of his neck, his compromise with Buu after the whole collar incident. The symbol of ownership was no longer obtrusive nor opressive. It didnt just mark Hercule, but it also served as a reminder that Buu would be there for him. Buu would be with him for the foreseeable future, as a companion, a supporter, and his number one fan.
Hercule lowered himself into the bathtub, one hand instinctually coming up to the ring around his neck. Hercule found that acknowledging the collar made him feel a bit flustered. Through his curiosity, he also found that holding onto the back of the collar with two fingers and gently pulling the ring tighter against the front of his throat was pretty enjoyable; the act made his breathing just deliberate enough to get him lightheaded in a steam-filled room. Hercule kept his right arm behind him to keep the pressure on his throat, his other arm swiftly traveling to his chest. He reached for his left nipple, using his index and thumb to tug gently the same time as he pulled the collar. Mr. Satan's upper body lifted out of the water a little with every tug from either hand, both the constriction and gentle tugging doing everything short of a miracle for his middle-aged libido. Hercule's left hand began to move lower, hovering just above his lower belly and itching to keep going downward. Hercule closed his eyes slowly and leaned back into the hot water, then fully wrapped his hand around-
The door sprung open about as loudly as a meteorite crashing down into his bathroom. Hercule could swear he heard the wood crack once he shot up and took his hands off himself.
"H-hey! Whats the big idea??"
"Buu hungry!" Buu stood impatiently I the doorway, eyeing Mr. Satan with the meanest glare he could manage on such a cute, chubby face. Hercule returned the glare; he wasnt too happy being interrupted like this.
"Can't you just wait a while? Im taking a bath, you know," Mr. Satan grumbled, then moved his arms to wrap around his lower belly and block Buu from getting a good look at anything he had going on down there. "Can't you cook for yourself by now?"
"Buu want Mr. Satan to do it. But.. Buu can wait." Buu promptly plopped down against the side of the tub, his arms crossed and his expression nearly bratty.
"You know, I wasnt exactly looking for company right now." Buu couldn't have cared less about Mr. Satan's pouting, he was too busy thinking about dinner. The champion was smart enough to know Buu wouldnt budge so he tried to make quick work of his bath; keeping Buu waiting isn't exactly a smart move.
Hercule got out of the tub once he was sufficiently scrubbed. He wrapped himself up in his freshest, fluffiest towel, then got another look at himself in the mirror. This time, there was a giant pink nusiance standing right behind him. Buu was already wrapping both arms around Hercule's torso and digging his nonexistent chin into the man's shoulder. Hercule didnt mind as much as he thought he would, especially when a big gloved hand was tugging at the ring still resting against his collarbone.
"Let's go get you something to eat." Herculed seperated himself, albeit reluctantly, then shuffled off to get some clothes on. He tried not to think about how.. clingy Buu had been getting recently, how often Buu would tug on his 'necklace' and burst in begging for lunch. Sometimes, he began to notice, the bottomless pit didnt even eat everything he was given. It was as if he was asking for food before he was actually fully hungry, stuffing himself silly just so Mr. Satan might make more for him. What worried Hercule more was that he thought the neediness was cute. Cute. Anyone else would've labeled the behavior unbearable, but something about caring for this needy, powerful thing.. it made Hercule feel not only needed, but important. Only the champion of the world would be trusted to be zoo-keeper for a beast like Buu. Hercules massive ego was doing summersaults in his chest by the time he placed the first heaping portion of tempura infront of Buu. The beast ate voraciously as Mr. Satan took his seat on the other side of the table. He liked to watch Buu eat, to witness his own importance first hand and see that his best friend was truly satisfied.
Plus, watching Buu eat wasnt exactly a downside either. Hercule did have his interests, to put it gently.