Chef's Kiss Ch. 10 (Fate/Grand Order) (Patreon)

A/N: Shirou calls in back up~

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Saber Alter, being a Servant, is undeniably stronger than him physically. But Shirou has some tricks up his sleeve all the same. Reinforcement allows him to push her back for a moment, disengaging from their lip lock as he looks her in her yellow eyes.

“Wait… if we’re going to do this, we have to do it right.”

Blinking slowly at that, Saber Alter tilts her head to the side.

“… Right?”

In her moment of confusion, Shirou is able to slip out of her hold and back behind the counter. Deciding it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission in this case, he shoots off a message to the original Saber before Alter can realize what’s happening. However, it would seem that being summoned to this place, she still gets some of the knowledge that Servants get when brought into this world. The yellow-eyed King of Knights narrows her gaze as she realizes he just got in contact with someone.

“Who did you just message?”

Moving over to the oven where he cooked her first meal, Shirou quickly begins preparing some more food, knowing that the best way to placate Artoria… any version of her really, was via her stomach. Indeed, the moment he starts cooking again, Saber Alter’s gaze flickers down to the new meal he’s making for her, and she slowly moves into place across from him, staring at the food with a deep hunger.

… The same hunger that she’d had in her eyes when she’d decided to kiss him mere moments before. Letting out a sigh, Shirou finally answers her now that he’s partway through meal prep.

“I sent a message to your other self. The first Saber I summoned. She’ll be on her way.”

Alter’s eyes snap up from the food at that, going wide as she tenses up all over again. But Shirou remains entirely calm, staying right where he is and continuing to do what he was already doing. If Saber Alter is anything like her other self, then she won’t interrupt him in the middle of cooking. Not for anything, not even because she’s mad at him.

“I want to be clear; this isn’t me saying ‘no’ to a relationship with you, Saber Alter. However, I was in a relationship with Saber first. And two other young women besides… but when it comes to you, Saber is the most important part of things. I won’t betray her… which means we just need her permission to include you!”

Saber Alter blinks, before adopting an incredulous look.

“And you think that will work?”

Opening his mouth to respond, Shirou is cut off before he can speak by the very arrival of the woman that they were just talking about. Artoria Pendragon, King of Knights, comes barreling into the cafeteria, her green eyes wide with something akin to panic. When she first lays eyes on Saber Alter, she tenses in anticipation of a fight. But then she sees what her other self is wearing, the midnight dress she has on… and she falters.

THEN, even as Alter is turning to face her, she notices what Shirou is doing and squawks in disbelief.

“S-Shirou… are you… c-cooking for her?!”

Blinking, Shirou looks up from his meal prep and tilts his head to the side. Why does Saber sound so betrayed? He’d literally stopped anything untoward from happening and contacted her the moment he possibly could!

“Er… yes? For both of you, actually. I figured the best way for us all to get along is if we share a meal together.”

To that end, Shirou is actually preparing four times the amount of food compared to the first plate he got together for Saber Alter. Hearing this, Artoria slowly approaches the counter, eyeing her other self like the yellow-eyed King of Knights will attack her at any moment. Saber Alter is doing the same, frowning slightly as the two take one another’s measure.

“Shirou… do you know who this is?”

Shirou slowly nods.

“She’s a different version of you. You know how Rin and I went to become provisional masters of Chaldea? Well, that involved us both summoning a Servant via the Chaldea FATE System. This is who I summoned. Saber, meet Saber Alter. Saber Alter, meet Saber.”

“”We’ve met.””

The two are eerie in their synchronization for a moment, something that Shirou doesn’t think he’s alone in feeling considering how they both look at each other askance. Meanwhile, he’s just confused.

“You’ve… met? How does that work?”

They look at each other again before Saber Alter shrugs.

“Not in this life. But the Throne of Heroes… suffice to say, we remember one another.”

After a moment of silence, Saber lets out a sigh that has a small undercurrent of a whine to it.

“Can’t you… send her back, or something? And summon someone else?”

Alter stiffens at the suggestion, but Shirou is already shaking his head.

“Pretty sure I’d just get her again, wouldn’t I? Or someone like her. Like you. Besides… she’s not a threat. Sure, she might have had a rough go of it… but I think you both are more similar than you think, in the end. She ate my cooking, after all.”

That causes Saber to stiffen up and narrow her green eyes as she looks between Alter and him again. She finally notices the crumbs of fish and rice on her counterpart’s lips.

“You… already fed her?”

Once again, Saber sounds betrayed. Shirou just slowly nods.

“Of course. What better way to break the ice, right?”

But it feels like he’s missing something, because suddenly Saber Alter is radiating smugness, and Saber is radiating defeat. The two Kings of Knights have another little staring contest for a moment, before at long last Artoria sighs and her shoulders slump.

“Tch. I can’t believe you sometimes, Shirou. You never realize the consequences of your actions. In the end, there’s no other choice. You’ll have to take responsibility.”

For… what? Saber Alter’s stomach? Shirou blinks owlishly, even as Alter nods in agreement with her other self. The two Sabers are suddenly both sitting down at the counter side by side, waiting expectantly for Shirou to finish his work. It takes a little longer, but only because he’s making so much more food this time. Luckily, he knows all sorts of short cuts that allow him to make extra servings without detracting from the quality of the finished dish.

In the end, he puts two plates in front of EACH of them, keeping just a small dish for himself. As he slowly eats, he watches Saber and Saber Alter devour their food in unison, moving in the exact same way as they consume the meals he made for them. They really are pretty similar, despite the key differences in appearances. Sure, Saber Alter has yellow eyes and paler skin and more pronounced veins… but she enjoys a good warm meal just as much as Saber does.

Of course, once they’re finished eating, they each give him an expectant look. Albeit for very different reasons. Saber looks like she’s expecting him to share the remains of HIS dish, while Saber Alter… well, her eyes keep darting back to his lips. She’s still hungry… just not for food.

“Err… there was the other thing, Saber. The thing I messaged you about in the first place?”

Blinking, Artoria has to think for a moment before she nods.

“Oh right. The kiss.”

She looks at Saber Alter, making her counterpart freeze in place for a moment. But only for a moment. Then, Saber comes to a decision.

“Alright.”

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Shirou finds that he’s reeling a little bit. He’s been tugged out from behind the kitchen counter by the two blondes and pushed down into one of the cafeteria’s chairs. Meanwhile, Saber and Saber Alter… have both divested themselves of their tops. Then, they’d gone ahead and divested him of his pants and boxers as well. Now, Shirou was sitting in a cafeteria chair ass-naked with his cock out, and the two Kings of Knights were both kneeling before him, their rather small chests on display as Saber wraps her hand around his cock and looks to Alter.

“… Follow my lead. I have more experience in this matter, so you need to watch what I do and mimic me perfectly.”

Saber Alter’s yellow eyes narrow… but not in anger or irritation. No, they know in determination as she gives a single decisive nod and reaches out, wrapping one of HER hands around his erection as well.

“Right.”

Why were they treating this like some sort of battle?! Not that Shirou had much room to complain. The two Sabers were taking this very, very seriously… which in turn meant more pleasure for him, ultimately. As they work their hands up and down his shaft, Shirou can only groan in enjoyment.

The looks of raw determination on their matching faces are cute too, he has to admit. They’re both trying to do their absolute best. Of course, Artoria is right. She DOES have more experience in this matter than her other self. Saber Alter is a quick learner though. She watches and follows along as Artoria leans in and begins delivering efficient swipes of her tongue along one side of Shirou’s cock. Alter quickly moves to do the same on the other side, and soon enough he’s staring down into two sets of eyes as they both look up at him, gauging his reaction.

His reaction, needless to say, is one of pleasure and arousal. Even if the two might not have been very feminine in their original lives or even in their Legends, Saber had learned a lot from Rin and Sakura about how to please a man ever since the Holy Grail War ended. Meanwhile, Alter seemed to be energized by Saber’s acceptance of her.

Though, for some reason Shirou got the impression that the only reason his Artoria was willing to accept her alternate self was because he’d fed her for some reason. He didn’t quite understand that bit. Yes, he knew that Saber loved his food… and that was why he’d cooked Saber Alter a meal as soon as he possibly could. But what was all that about ‘taking responsibility’?! They hadn’t even done anything yet!

Regardless, they were certainly doing something now. And with two very beautiful, topless versions of Artoria Pendragon lapping and stroking his cock between them, Shirou had to admit… he could acknowledge that the experience was second to none. To see them both working together like this, for his pleasure? It really was amazing.

Of course, he might have jinxed it with that thought. Because no sooner has it crossed his mind then things start to go… wrong. It starts with Saber Alter’s tongue sliding its way over to Saber’s side of his cock. The green-eyed King of Knights blinks and pulls back a bit as her yellow-eyed counterpart moves in.

At first, Shirou thinks that Alter might be trying to kiss her other self? Though if that is the case, it’s maybe a little odd. Then again, there’s nothing wrong with a bit of self-love, now is there? Except Artoria doesn’t seem amused by the attempt and makes sure not to let Saber Alter come in contact with her lips or tongue in any way.

… However, that turns out to be exactly what Saber Alter wanted. Because as Saber pulls back, the yellow-eyed King of Knights leans forward, advancing until she’s able to put her lips on Shirou’s cockhead at long last. Taking his tip in her mouth and beginning to suck on it more enthusiastically, Saber Alter stares up at him, even as Shirou groans in pleasure, unable to help the involuntary response to her efforts.

This, of course, displeases Saber who scowls angrily.

“What are you doing? I told you to follow my lead!”

Pulling back off of his cock with a pop, Saber Alter strokes his member up and down with both hands, tilting her head to the side as she does so.

“I did follow your lead. And then I surpassed your lead. What am I doing? Succeeding you.”

Then, she leans in again and pops her lips right back over Shirou’s member, beginning to suck him further down his length and more enthusiastically by the moment. In response, Artoria just stares in disbelief before her eyes flicker up to meet his. Is she… waiting for him to make a move?

He probably should. Even if Alter’s technique is surprisingly stellar for a woman who’s probably never given head before… even if he’s greatly enjoying the way she’s suctioning down on his dick with not just her lips but also her cheeks, hollowing them out as she bobs back and forth… well, it’s not very fair to Saber, now is it?

He’d called Saber over here specifically because it didn’t feel right to do anything with her other self without her knowledge. And… Saber was here first, so she definitely had seniority. That said, Shirou was finding himself with more and more of a harem these days, wasn’t he? Ritsuka technically only made it a fivesome. It could be argued that wasn’t a harem in the same way his foursome with Saber, Rin, and Sakura wasn’t a harem… technically.

However, if Alter was also now joining in, he could no longer rely on technicalities. Shirou hadn’t set out to gain a harem, but he had one all the same now. And that meant he had to take responsibility. But what form would that even take? Did he make it clear that seniority didn’t matter and all of his girls would be treated equally? Or did he accept that there would have to be a pecking order, with newer girls being under the older girls by sheer dint of being new?

On the one hand, if he did nothing, Saber would probably take matters into her own hands and establish the pecking over between her and Alter all on her own. And that WOULD allow Shirou to then kick the can down the road a bit, he supposed. As Saber Alter swirls her tongue around his tip and then descends back down his length, Shirou finds this option at least a little more appealing… but then again, he’s not sure he can really call himself a man if he doesn’t take charge every once in a while.

With one King of Knights bobbing up and down on his cock and the other looking at him, waiting to see if he’s going to do anything… Shirou makes his decision.

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*Shirou makes out with Saber Alter* Saber: I sleep.

*Shirou cooks a meal for Saber Alter* Saber: REAL SHIT?!