Craig snorted, eyeing the male tha had stolen each and every blanket during the night.
Ohm’s brunette hair was sticking up in several places, his eyes and face covered by two blankets while the rest covered his body.
“It’s cold,” the male complained, “Come cuddle me...”
Mini laughed, “You’re sick, like hell I will.”
Ryan groaned, “Buddy.”
The dog panted by his bedside, leaning towards the older male before hopping up.
Ohm groaned, being crushed by his dog instead of cuddled by him.
“Buddy, lay.”
Said dog panted and simply sat on his back, before laying down finally and panting in his ear.
“Good boy,” the other muttered before dozing off again.
Craig huffed and crossed his arms, “We have to record videos today, Ohmie.”
“I know... Just another hour, please?”
“I’ll let the guys know,” Mini spoke softly, eyeing the bundle of blankets and the puppy before heading into the kitchen and pulling his iphone out.
He scrolled through twitter and hit on the text box, typing out an apology to everyone that he and Ohm won’t be recording or uploading for the day, as the ladder of the two was sick and bedridden.
A few comments came threw as sad and slightly unforgiving but most were telling Craig to make sure Ohm was well rested and healthy again, to care for Buddy for the lad, and make sure they both felt good tomorrow.
Craig chuckled, setting his phone down for a few minutes while he fixed together some soup.
Tomato soup helps fevers and what not, right?
He set some in a pot and stirred it on the stove, checking Twitter for updates.
A message came through from Ohmwrecker,
‘I’ll try and upload today!! Thanks @ Mini Ladd , I’m okay though.’
He snorted and responded, ‘Ur dog is literally laying on top of u and ur bundle of blankets. That is not ‘okay’, sir.’
He heard the other groan in the other room, shifting to get more comfortable before an object fell to the carpeted floor.
Craig peeked in and chuckled quietly, Buddy laying in pure cuteness on top of his master, who was completely out cold.
Mini snapped a photo, making sure Ohm’s face was still hidden, and sent it through Twitter.
He crept back to the kitchen in time for the soup to be done, pouring some into a bowl for Ryan and the rest into a larger bowl to heat up later.
He carried the bowl into their bedroom and knocked his fist gently on their door as he stepped inside, “I made food, eat up.”
Ryan grunted but sat up, his dog sliding onto the other side of the bed and sheepishly smiling up at Craig.
Craig smiled and giggled, placing the bowl of hot and fresh soup on the bedside table.
“I’ll go grab a TV dinner table, stay here and don’t touch it. It’s hot.”
Craig’s lips felt chapped, dry almost, and the atmosphere smelled thickly of chlorophyll.
He was dizzy, light headed, and his brain barely processed the chains linking his arms behind his back to the wall behind him.
But he felt a blooming heat at the base of his neck. He could barely crack open his eyes as a foreign object tilted his head upwards.
“You don’t seem to be worth much.”
Craig bolted upright and struggled, his grunts muffled by the drenched rag in between his lips.
“Five grand?” Another voice called from the opposite side.
“Not even. He’s a Brit and Northern Ire.”
“Ten grand?”
“Make it fifty.”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Within minutes, Craig let a breath leave his lips. There was a man with a grey mask, an omega symbol on the front. “W-who are you?”
“Who am I? Why, my child, I am the neverender.”
“N-Never-ender?”
“You haven’t heard of my business?”
The man’s lips cracked into a frightening monstrous toothed grin, spiked teeth with chains dangling from the top cavern of his mouth.
Craig was petrified, frozen with fear as he stared at this inhumane being.
“Apologies, I just hate when people don’t know me.”
The man’s grin turned into a shark toothed smile, the top fangs ticking over the bottom lip as he tugged his grey mask from his eyes to his mouth.
His eyes were grey mesmerizing circles, spiraling around the white pupil.
“You, my lucky sir, have been bought for as a ‘slave’.”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Craig wasn’t a labor slave, or a sex slave for that matter.
He wasn’t a classic slave, but merely a partner in business to this monstrosity of a person.
“So what is your business like?”
The chains had left his mouth now, gone from Craig’s wrists too.
“Well, my child, I work in the industry of nightmares. And you, will be my test subject for this.”
“What if I don’t get nightmares?”
“I wouldn’t worry then.” The man smiled, “You may call me Ryan.”
Craig felt his heart flutter for a brief five seconds and mumbled something the man couldn’t hear.
The demon must have picked up the fastened pace of his heart beat because, within seconds, he was halted by the demon’s interrogative, spiraling, beautiful, stargazing eyes.
He felt a sudden force push against his chest and wheezed in surprise.
The man stood in front of him, a long snake like forked tongue prodding at Craig’s chest, “You seem to be in shock, have I done a thing yet?”
Craig felt his heart drop at the snicker the demon let out, “I’m not entirely sure why...”
“I did it, I can assure you, this isn’t my first rodeo. I must have terrified you from my looks earlier.”
Craig frowned but glanced to the ground then back up as the demon turned back around and led him further into the darkness. “Um, Ryan?”
“Yes, child?”
“My name is Craig..”
The demon glanced over at him and smiled, “Craig. Ii like that name, it suits you. Now then, I paid 50 grand for you, you’d better be worth it.”
Craig grimly nodded and entered the room as the demon held open the door. Ryan paused him and smiled,
AU/prompt: The boys are playing games when Ryan blurts out something and fails to cover it up. ;)
There was gunfire in under seconds when Ryan joined the game. Next step, join the call and keep your cool. Craig was just another gamer on YouTube, nothing special about him, Ryan assured his gay ass self.
But he was utterly and completely wrong. As he joined, Craig giggles erupted as his character died. Almost instantly, Ryan's heart stopped and his brain ran over everything he loved about Craig's positivism and his cute, adorable giggles. But he wasn't granted the time to think as Craig called out his name, "Hey Ohm!"
"Hey guys!" Ryan chuckled as Craig was blown up again, his giggles echoing in the call.
Ryan let out a soft sigh and immediately froze up as the others began their interrogations. "What's up, Ohm?"
"Yeah, did somethin' happen earlier?"
"Today not goin' so good?"
Ryan giggled, "Fuck off, you sons o' bitches!"
Evan chuckled on one side while Craig constantly giggled about getting revenge. Ryan smiled, engulfing himself in the bright rays of laughter from his friends. Obviously, though, a certain giggle stood out to him and left him blinded for a second in his dream world once more.
"This happens...nowadays. I think... snow static..." Tyler's voice cut in and out.
Ryan flinched when Craig called his name again, "Ryan! You okay, bud?"
"Hm? Yeah, good. I'm good. Buddy needed my attention." Ryan chuckled, throwing the concerned questions out the window.
"No snow static, right?" Tyler inquired, obviously still concerned.
Ryan sighed again, "No, I'm fine, you mother fuckers."
Evan chuckled as Tyler began shooting Ryan's character, "Get off passive mode!!!"
"Never!!!"
"God, you and Craig are such wimpy bitches."
Ryan leapt off passive mode and ran his character to duck and cover. At 03 seconds left, he watched Tyler keep trying to shoot Craig's character. Craig's snickering sent him in passive but Tyler's comment etched into his mind still, erupting some inner possessiveness for the younger of their group.
He took out a rocket launcher and aimed at Tyler, "Take this for wimpy, mother fucker!"
Craig erupted into laughter, Evan's own giggles lighting up the call as Tyler's enraged screams filled the call. "Damn it, Ohm! Always fucking protecting MiniFuck!"
Pretty soon, the call was full of laughter. But Ryan stopped short when he read a certain private message from a certain special someone.
