heyy lol, have this. pac/roier/cellbit, roier mean doming the fuck out of cellbit and pac. he's tired of them being Like That so he's going to fix it.
Roier understands why Cellbit can't get over Pac.
He's fucking pretty, laid out across their bed with his legs spread. Looking like a fucking dream, cunt red and puffy from Roier playing with him earlier. He's flushed and there's tears gathering in his eyes, Roier coos softly and reaches around Cellbit's waist to flick at Pac's little t-dick, watching the way his whole body flinches and his cunt clenches around nothing.
Roier also understands why Pac can't get over Cell.
He's biased, because Cellbit is his husband and the most beautiful man he's ever seen, but like this he's really something else. Naked save for the thick red leather collar around his neck and the black muzzle around his face. Roier is standing behind him, and Cellbit's tail is wrapped around Roier's waist. He's blushing a pretty pink down his chest, Roier's got his hand around the base of Cellbit's cock, which is hard and flushed and dripping. He's shaking with barely-contained need, his hair is a fucking mess from Roier pulling on it. He's the most beautiful thing Roier's ever seen. He turns his head and presses his face against Cellbit's neck, dragging his fangs against his skin and listening to the way his breath hitches and grinning at the shiver that runs down his spine.
"You're going to play nice, gathino?" Roier asks, running his hand up and down Cellbit's dick in one slow pull. Cellbit nods and whimpers, hips twitching into Roier's hand and chasing the sensation. Roier tisks and runs his other hand up to tangle in the back of Cellbit's hair, pulling his head back and pressing his lips against his husbands ear.
Pac whines at the sight, his legs spread wider and Roier grins wickedly.
"You need to be good, man, look at how needy Pac is" he mumbles, pulling twin groans from both Pac and Cellbit. They're so easy.
Roier keeps a firm grip on Cellbit's hair, but he pushes his hips forward and guides his dick to lay between Pac's folds. Pac groans and squirms, lifting his hips to try and get Cellbit inside of him. Roier releases Cellbit's dick for a second, and is pleased when he stays exactly where Roier left him, to land a harsh slap against Pac's thigh.
"You be patient, I'm trying to teach Cellbo a lesson," Roier scolds and grins at the way Pac yelps and twitches at the slap. Roier returns his hand to where it was previously and kisses at Cellbit's neck gently, releasing his hair to grab his hip and guide him to grind between Pac's folds. Cellbit moans and his head drops, eyes focused on where he and Pac are touching. Roier smiles and lets his head catch on Pac's entrance, making Pac whimper and squirm
"See, Cellbo, isn't it nice to be sweet and go slow? You can make him feel good without hurting him," Roier mumbles and makes sure Cellbit's dick drags against Pac's clit with every pass. Cellbit nods and his tail tightens around Roier's waist.
Pac is a fucking mess, unable to stay still, loud and unabashed. Roier is shocked he's not begging, though he supposes Pac is eager to be good. His hands are curled in the sheets, back arched and hips twitching eagerly up with every slick pass of Callbit's cock against his dick. Roier wishes he had his camera.
"You're being so good Pac, just hold on a little longer and you can use him however you want," Roier promises and feels Cellbit's shudder against his body.
Back to my roots. Wrote something really normal. It's f!cell/c!roier, there's blood, attempted sa (NOT from Cell), there's sex, there's Roier being a freak. I swear to god I'm super normal about Cell as a character. Basically Cell kills someone and they're both horny about it
They get in a situation.
Cell was right when he told Roier initially that this was a bad idea. Picking up someone from some random club to get money was a bad idea. Roier knows this, but he'd been desperate to help Cell somehow. Anyway, even if it meant using his body.
Roier cusses and squirms; the guy's hand is around his throat, and he's laughing meanly in Roier's face. They're hidden in an alley; the rough brick against Roier's back is uncomfortable.
"Déjame ir" Roier snarls, trying to push him off. The guy laughs and leans into Roier's space, grinning, eyes dark and dangerous. Roier can smell the liquor on his breath, and his hand is too tight around Roier's neck. He fights to get out of his grip.
"¿Qué pasa perra? Pensé que lo querías," the man purrs, pressing his full body into Roier's. His grip cuts off Roier's breath, and Roier starts to panic. He scrambles, and his nails dig into the guy's arm, trying desperately to push him away. He feels lips on his neck and his skin crawls.
"Cell!" Roier manages to choke out, and the guy's teeth find themself in his throat. Roier wants to vomit. He doesn't think Cell will come, which makes tears fill his eyes. Why would he come? Why would he save Roier? A sob escapes his lips, and the man laughs, unoccupied hand tracing down Roier's stomach. Roier squeezes his eyes closed.
Something warm explodes across Roier's face and chest. The hand around his throat disappears, but the weight against him gets heavier for a second before it's gone. Roier opens his eyes, tears streaming down his face.
Cell is standing in front of him, eyes dark and wild, covered in blood. He's got his bloody knife clutched in his hand, and his chest is heaving. The man is on the ground, blood sprouting from his throat. He gasps up at them, eyes wide and hand pressed against the wound in his throat. His eyes glance between Cell and Roier.
Cell looks over Roier for a second. He reaches over and touches the marks Roier knows are on his neck, fingers so gentle and light as he touches Roier that Roier feels heat curl in his stomach. Cell's eyes snap down to the man, and he growls, straddling his lap and driving the knife into his chest over and over again. Roier watches, shell-shocked and shaky. He feels sick as blood splashes onto his skin and clothes.
Cell looks beautiful, his hair messy and his hands and clothes are covered in blood. His ears are pressed back, and the parts of his tail that aren't coated in blood are puffed up in anger. His face is curled in disgust. He's mumbling words in Portuguese that Roier doesn't understand.
Roier stumbles to the side and vomits, the blood and the feeling of the man's hands on him mixing and making him sick. He coughs and gags. Roier pants and closes his eyes, trying to breathe and calm down. Roier feels a sticky hand on his back and jumps, looking over and seeing Cell kneeling at his side. He's got a soft look in his eyes, concerned and beautiful. His face is covered in blood. It contrasts beautifully against his pale skin. Roier looks at Cell and laughs softly, shakily.
Roier didn't expect Cell to step in when the guy started getting too handsy. There's something between them, a heat and tension that makes Roier squirm, but Roier didn't think Cell would risk himself for Roier.
"Are you okay?" Cell asks softly, leaning closer to Roier. He nods, pushes himself up, grabs Cell, and tugs him closer. Cell is straddling his lap, hands braced against the brick wall behind him with his knife still in his hand, looking down at Roier. Roier's hands rest on his waist, looking up at Cell.
"I'm okay. You look so beautiful," Roier says, pressing his forehead against Cell's chest, his hands sliding under Cell's shirt and dragging against his skin. Cell shivers under his hands and breathes hard through his nose. He's disgusting and bloody, and it makes Roier sick, but he can't deny that he's hard in his pants. There's a body lying not even two feet away from them, someone Cell killed for him to save him. Roier groans and presses soft kisses to Cell's collarbones. Cell groans and twitches above him. "So beautiful," Roier mumbles, dragging his nails down Cell's back and reveling in the little moan it drags from his throat.
"Roier," Cell mumbles, pulling away a bit and grabbing Roier's hands gently and pulling them away. "I'm not really into all that," Cell says softly; his hands are tacky with blood, and Roier stares at them. Roier nods slowly and meets Cell's eyes.
"That's okay. It's not a big deal. Whatever you want," Roier mumbles and Cell laughs softly, settling down on Roier's lap. Roier groans softly, and his hips twitch up into the pressure. Cell purrs softly, grinding down against Roier's lap. Roier gasps and his hands fly back to Cell's waist.
"That doesn't mean I can't make you feel good," Cell mumbles, leaning down and kissing messily at his neck; every time his teeth scrape against Roier's neck, it sends heat shooting through his body. Roier's head falls back against the bloody wall, exposing his throat to the beautiful killer in his lap. Cell bites bruises into his throat and sucks hickies into the skin. Roier pants and squeezes his eyes closed, nails digging into Cell's waist. Cell's hands slide up under Roier's shirt, thumbing at his nipples and making Roier gasp and his hips twitch up into Cell's weight.
Cell mauls his neck, covering any marks the man before may have left, and Roier is so aroused that he's dizzy. Cell unbuttons Roier's hands and pulls his dick out from his boxers and his pants; he spits, and Roier moans.
"Get yourself off," Cell mumbles, nuzzling against Roier's neck and biting where his neck meets his shoulder. Roier wraps his hand around his dick and jerks himself off quickly.
Cell smells like blood and dirt and sweat. There's a cooling body close enough for him to touch, a person that Cell just drove that knife into so many times that his chest is a mess of blood and gore. Roier is dizzy with arousal, moaning and squeezing his eyes closed as his hand works quickly on himself. Cell mumbles against his skin between kisses and bites, telling him how beautiful he is, how pretty he sounds, and how helpful he's been.
Roier finishes between them, ropes of cum shooting onto Cell's clothes. Adding to the mess of blood and viscera covering Cell. The sight makes him gasp, cum, and blood soaking into Cell's clothes. Cell pulls away and smiles at Roier, showing off his wicked little fangs.
"We need to get going," Cell says softly, pushing himself up and stretching. He glances distastefully at the dead body next to them.
Roier is sitting there with his dick still out of his pants, blood soaking into his pants, sickness still rolling through his stomach. Cell looks so in his element, beautiful and ethereal standing in the moonlight. Like a fallen angel.
Roier tucks himself away and quickly stands, stumbling on shaky legs. He reaches out and grabs Cell's hand, lacing their fingers together. Cell smiles, squeezing Roier's hand.
Anon I forgor to reply under your ask I'm sorry ily I hope you see this.
OKAY. I've been rotating these three in my head for a billion years. I'm very under the influence and it's almost 1am so if there are mistakes no there aren't.
Pac/Cellbit/Roier, pure filth
Pac can't breathe.
The waves of pleasure shooting through his body keep him breathless, squirming against the strong chest behind him. His ears are ringing and every brush of Roier’s hand against his cock has him whimpering broken little sounds into the hot, sex sented air.
"Si, si, very good" Roier mumbles behind him, one hand resting lazily around his neck and the other buried two fingers deep in Pac's cunt "Gathino, you see this is how you play nicely with your toys" Roier says over Pac's shoulder and Pac forces his eyes open to look at Cellbit.
He looks wrecked, eyed wide, and pupils dilated so big that his eyes are nearly black. The thick black collar around his neck and a pair of boxers the only thing he's got on. He whimpers softly, and his eyes drift from locked with Roier’s down to between Pac's legs.
Cellbit honest to god licks his lips. Pac moans and his hips twitch up. Roier laughs behind him, tisks mockingly.
"Oi pendejo, you're supposed to be helping me teach him a lesson," Roier says, pressing his lips against Pac's neck and scraping his teeth against his skin. He pulls his fingers out and lands a harsh slap against Pac's cunt, making the smaller gasp and yelp and try to twitch away. Roier gives two more lighter slaps before he presses three fingers inside of Pac. The stretch is so good, Roier’s fingers are thicker than Cellbits and rougher from weapon handling. Pac is dripping onto the bed sheets.
Cellbit's eyes never leave where Pac and Roier are connected. Pac thinks it's Cellbit's rapt attention that makes him clench on Roier’s fingers eagerly, Roier’shand flexes around his throat and he grinds up a bit against Pac. Pac whimpers, head falling back in Roier’s shoulder while he abuses Pac's g-spot, making his legs twitch closed involuntarily.
Pac feels a strong grip on his thighs, and his eyes snap open, Cellbit is holding his legs open. His nails are digging slightly into Pac's skin, and the pinprcks of pain as well as Cellbit's groan of approval are what sends Pac hurtling over the edge.
Roier laughs and pulls his fingers out, holding them out to Cellbit, who immediately leans forward and starts to suck on them. Pac watches, struggling to catch his breath. When Roier deems his fingers sufficiently clean, he pulls them away and releases his hold from around Pac's neck. He reaches out and grabs Cellbit's collar.
Cellbit goes pliant in an instant, Pac's oversensitive dick twitches at the sight. Roier connects his and Cellbits lips, the hand not holding Cellbits collar reaching behind Pac to palm at his neglected arousal. Pac watches them kiss, wet and needy. He listens tk Cellbits little whimpers escaping from between their lips, and feels arousal beginning to flare again.
Watching Roier handle Cellbit is a treat. Where Pac has only seen Cellbit dominant and demeaning during sex, Roier brings out a submission from him that makes Pac hot all over. Seeing the normally confident and cruel Cellbit be reduced to a squirming, whimpering mess is doing more for Pac than he thought it would.
Roier pulls away, he grins at Cellbit and kisses his nose. Then he looks down at Pac with a wicked glint in his eyes. Pac feels fear and arousal mix in his gut. He forgets that Roier is just as crazy as Cellbit.
"Your turn now gathino, show me you can play nice"
Roier brings a mauled federation worker to Cellbit as a way to get him to stop working. Cellbit eats the worker.
Roier laced the worker with catnip (dont ask me how) and watches as Cellbit turns into a cute kitty and brings him back to their bedroom to 'play.'
- ✨ anon
Heyyy. I'm obsessed with this prompt.
Roier is a good husband.
He really is, he pays a lot of attention to his Cellbo. So, of course he knows that the dead Federation workers are his husbands doing. Cellbit really isn't subtle about it, hard as he tries Roier always wakes up when he slips out of bed. He isn't nearly as practiced in removing bloodstains as Roier is, so of course Roier knows.
He doesn't mind, really! Cellbit is doing what he needs to do, and Roier supports his husband in everything. He doesn't like the secrets, it's never been like them to keep things from each other.
So, that's why Roier is here.
The carcass is laid out on the island in their kitchen, chest cavity opened and bared to the ceiling, white fur stained and matted with blood. A heart carved into the workers throat, Roier thought it was a cute little touch. He's currently cooking the meat he'd managed to get off the worker, cooking in it a bit of the catnip infused oil Tazercraft made for him.
Cellbit should be home any moment, and every second that passes by has anticipation bubbling under Roier's skin.
The door swings opens and a grin spreads across Roier's face. Perfect timing, really. Roier takes the meat off the furnace and starts plating it. He tracks the sound of Cellbit's footsteps, the man having obviously seen the bloody trail leading to the kitchen.
"Guaptio?" Cellbit asks, rounding the corner a second later. Roier turns to face him, watching the way his eyes widen and his breath catches. His pupils dilate and his tail flicks erratically behind him. Roier smiles wider and sets two plates on their kitchen table.
"Welcome back, gathino," Roier greets and pulls a chair out. Cellbit's eyes scan the room, catching on the corpse on their counter dripping blood onto the ground. His gaze snaps to Roier and he walks over to him silently. Cellbit's lack of reaction is making Roier a little nervous, he hasn't really let much of this side of himself be seen but this seems like the exact kind of thing Cellbit would like.
Cellbit stands in front of Roier and reaches up, eyes laser focused on his face, and licks the pad of his thumb. Roier's gaze flicks instantly to the movement. Cellbit wipes something on Roier's cheek away and then cups his face fully between his hands.
"I love you," he breathes, pulling Roier in for a very passionate kiss. Roier's hands go to rest on Cellbit's waist and he smiles into the kiss. When Cellbit gets his fill of kissing he pulls away and looks down at the food on the plate, unwilling to let go of Roier but obviously eager to get to the food. Roier laughs softly and guides him to sit, kissing the space between his ears and sitting at his own chair.
They eat, they talk about their days. Cellbit's ears twitch every time a drop of blood hits the ground. Halfway through the meal he seems to finally notice the catnip. Cellbit's eyes go half lidded and his talking trails out to little mewls and purrs. It doesn't take long until he's basically climbing into Roier's lap and pawing at his chest.
Roier smiles wide, considers this a success, and picks up his kitten. He carries Cellbit to their bedroom and lays him out on the bed.
The corpse downstairs stays flayed out on their counter, anyone could come by and see it. Roier doesn't care, and he makes sure Cellbit can't think of anything but him.
Nghh qsmp men in skirts..only a few rn because I'm suffering but hhng
Mike: exclusively wears short ones, like barely covers his ass short, like dick visible if he moves too fast short. Wears panties to match that barely can contain his dick, likes looking and feeling hot. Reflecting back on what I wrote about Fit in reference to Mike's body, it drives him INSANE. He loves Mike's ass, and if Mike is wearing a skirt he can't keep his hands off him.
Etoiles: short skirts too, only really wears them when it's something his partner is into. Gender confuses him but he's more comfortable in pants. Although that monster of a dick makes a very visible, very tasty bulge. He feels powerful in them, pretty isn't a word he'd use to describe himself normally but wearing a skirt makes him feel that way. Thigh muscles...so pretty you wanna sink your teeth in.
Roier: LOOKS SO AMAZING. And also has style and variety, however he prefers upper-mid thigh and skin tight. Depending on your Roier headcanon, his bulge is SO visible and SO enticing through the tight stretched fabric. Or, he's constantly teasing and flashing his panties and how wet he is. Thigh muscles.
Pac: LOVES skirts and dresses, knows he's pretty. If he's wearing a skirt it means he wants to get fucked so he'll wear the smallest thongs ever. He's normally a pants guy, but if he's feeling teasing and bratty he'll wear a skirt to drive people up the wall.
Fit: feminine stuff was way out of the realm of possibility for Fit for the longest time, and is also something he struggles to think he deserves. However, he'll let tazercraft dress him up pretty. He'll wear a skirt and let them oogle and touch and make him feel good. It's a really touchy thing though, sometimes he's just not with it. But his leg muscles...God man please wear skirts more often.
SCREAMING CRYING AND THROWING UP. Best friend made art for the f!cell/c!roier oneshot I wrote and IT'S SO AMAZING. They asked I don't tag them but GUYS LOOK AT THIS OMG. Under the cut because blood and also implication of dick. The blood, the biting, the hand under the hoodie I'M CRAZY
I promised something like this a while ago. This isn't entirely that first idea, I kind of tamed it down into Cellbit just fantasizing because he can't sleep, but yknow.
This is what happens when you give the cannibalistic catboy a pretty strong spider hybrid who could definitely throw him around like a doll if he felt like it. :) I might have scuffed the spider anatomy a little bit so I'm sorry for that.
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Cellbit couldn't sleep. It was a common problem, but this wasn't the common circumstances.
He laid quietly next to his beloved, just admiring him in the dark of the castle bedroom. The light from the stars outside illuminated him so beautifully, like a terrifying angel or haunting spectre, but he knew the man snoring beside him was no such thing.
No. Roier was something more dangerous.
Cellbit had always had a fear of spiders, he doesn't really remember where it started but he usually excused it as having bad run ins with the little spiders that had infested the solitary cells back in Alcatraz. Nasty buggers...always left bites on him.
Roier was a spider, in a way. A hybrid, but a spider.
Would Roier ever leave bites on him?
Cellbit has thought about it before, more times than he likes to admit. Imagining those beautiful glinting fangs sinking into the flesh of his neck, leaving streaks of those beautiful beads of ruby liquid seeping down, unless Roier licked it up, consuming that little bit of Cellbit as he left his mark in his skin.
Spiders did have a habit of eating their mates, didn't they?
Would Roier ever try to eat him?
The idea scared Cellbit as much as it drew him in. Letting out little wails while watching Roier worship Cellbit by making him a part of himself, the way Cellbit had done in the past, the way Cellbit has had horribly beautiful dreams of doing to Roier.
Maybe this time it wouldn't be so wrong to share?
There was something wrong with him.
Cellbit knew there was.
Maybe Cellbit should be put down like the rabid animal he used to be.
Or maybe he needs to be sedated.
Roier had venom, didn't he? Spider venom, stored away in those terrifying mandibles that were tucked back in his mouth.
Would the venom work like a sedative?
Would Roier ever sedate him?
If he would, would he do anything to Cellbit while he couldn't stop him?
The idea was strange. Cellbit knew he wouldn't, Roier wasn't that kind of man...
But the thought of it, being so still whether he wants to be or not, a perfect pliant toy for his husband...
Cellbit's cheeks felt hot with a shameful shade of red in the dim light of the stars outside, that same light glinting off Roier's perfect fangs as the spider snored, dreaming of who knows what.
God...there really was something wrong with Cellbit.
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Hey. HEY. This is so fucking good. I want another 7k words of it please and thank you.
Cellbit would fantasize about Roier's fangs in his throat constantly, snapping between Roier ripping into him and Roier just biting to sedate him. Cellbit has felt Roier's venom before, likes the way it makes him all tingly and relaxed.
Cellbit would absolutely need the venom to relax him if they leaned into the spider thing, he's terrified of them, but it'd just make everything better. Being scared but unable to get away? Hot. Cellbit craves that feeling, the feeling of control being taken away from him in a safe(ish) way. He's probably let Roier eat him, would get off on it too because he's a freak. They really are soulmates, Roier would feel the exact same way about Cellbit.
I think having sex and eating each other would fix the both of them, physically taking in parts of each other. It's the first way Cellbit ever learned what love was, and it's rooted deep in Roier's instincts. It's perfect, they would fuck and then rip each other apart all while staring lovingly into each others eyes. Sometimes I wish they were normal.
Hello! As per request, here is my full analysis on Cellbit and his turn to cannibalism!
Before you read, here are some things to keep in mind!
This is only my interpretation, you're allowed to disagree. If you do, I'd really be happy if you, respectfully, added to the post! I want to hear your thoughts and analysis. Or you can DM me! Let me say it again, you will respectfully disagree with me. If you're rude, I'll ignore and or block ^^
I am just some guy, I don't have all of the answers. I'm only a casual watcher of Cellbit and only know his lore from what I've read! I may be wrong! However, I have taken a lot of time reading up on him and watching as many videos and clips as I can hehe
This dives into some heavy shit., such as Cellbit's negative feelings about himself, delusions, and unhealthy relationships. You need to be aware while reading this!
It's written a bit like a fic, because I can't help but be dramatic
Enjoy!
An exploration of Cellbit, violence, cannibalism, and love.
The first we know of Cellbit is the Hunger Games event, made canon by his conversations with Bad.
Cellbit was young, a child soldier thrown into these harsh games for the pleasure of faceless watchers because it was either die in the streets or die trying to get some quick cash and possibly win.
The whole situation is fully out of his control; this is the beginning of his spiral.
Keep in mind that he's a child. These conditions are not what he should be dealing with. His mind is forced into a survival mode where he has to do whatever he can to stay alive.
He has to kill people to survive, and then when things get bad, he has to eat people to survive. It's what he has to do. He has Bad, the first person he’s ever looked up to and has wanted to make proud, showing him how to butcher a body and what parts taste the best.
Cellbit has to do this, or he'll die.
It's out of his control.
To deal with the disgust, the fear, the self-loathing, and the trauma. His brain forces him to convince himself to like it. It's easier to enjoy the things that scare you than to be constantly disgusted and afraid by them. He convinces himself he likes it all, the blood, the killing, the cannibalism. It still makes him sick; deep down, a part of him knows he's wrong. He hates these acts and feels disgusted; he manages to drown it out with the screams of the people he has to kill.
When they win, and he looks over to see Bad smiling tiredly at him, ragged and flushed with victory and pride, it solidifies that enjoyment in his head. He won, he did everything he had to, and he feels good right now, and that means that everything he had to do to get here is good as well.
He's a child, remember that.
Next, he's in prison.
Another situation where he has no control other than what he can force himself to have.
The phone becomes a comfort, a lifeline he uses to force the people around him into respecting and fearing him.
People being scared of him feels good, incredible.
No one has ever really been afraid of Cellbit before. If they're scared of him, they can't hurt him. He learns to manipulate people, and he garners the respect and control he’s been grappling for. He becomes some twisted form of friends with Felps, someone who respects and fears and helps him. It's good, he's settled.
He keeps trying to escape because that's just another thing he can control.
Then he meets Pac, and maybe he falls in love, but at this point, he is an amalgamation of trauma and violence. He has never been in love or been loved, not by anything but the hilt of his knife. Pac is like him; he can see it in how he throws himself at situations that scare him. Cell can see the flash of interest in his eyes when they look at each other. Cell wants to have him. He makes Pac afraid of him; he controls him because if Cell can control him, maybe he can keep him. It’s what he’s learned to be true of himself.
They plan to escape, and they try to leave him alone. Cell's control on the situation slips, and he lashes out against the people trying to take it away. He feels nothing when he kills JV other than rage and his blood on his hands.
He needs to restate his control over Pac. He needs Pac to be his forever, in some way. So he eats his leg.
He likes eating people, and he likes Pac. These wires are crossed in his head. All Cell has ever known is violence; every time he's cared about someone, it's always ended in pain. He doesn't know any other way to be. He hurts Pac, and he eats his leg so that Pac will bear that mark forever. He will never exist without the mark of what Cell did to him. He will never escape from Cell’s love, and Cell will always hold that over him. It makes Cell so happy; he thinks he loves Pac, and now Pac will always know how Cell feels about him.
He kills Felps. It hurts. He doesn't want to, but he can't leave any ties to be found; if Felps hates him, it's easier.
They escape, and he gets left behind. He does what he needs to do to survive; finally, his life is his.
He gets "better," goes to therapy, and tries to fix himself. He learns that he is fundamentally wrong and that his brain doesn't work as it should. He understands that he is a monster, and Cell can't look at himself in the mirror for a long time. He stays away from people, mostly.
He goes to Quesadilla Island, and for a while, things are okay.
Pac is there; every time Cellbit looks at Pac, the broken part in him purrs and claws at his throat, and the new parts of himself he's trying to establish shrink away in disgust. He apologizes and makes promises he doesn't know he can keep. Mike glares at him, he’s always been the angry part of Tazercraft. Pac looks at him wearily, leans away when he gets too close. Yet he accepts him without much fight. Cellbit tries not to think about other times he accepted him without a fight.
Cellbit has a fragile control over his life.
He spends many days barely holding himself back from hurting Roier. He loves him, and no matter how many times Cellbit tells himself it's not true, he will always be made of violence. He forcibly files down the parts of himself that he knows hurt people. He tries so hard. He dreams of Roier under him, chest open and heart bared to him. Waking up from those dreams he’s filled with pride and love.
He curls around his husband and sobs into his chest, and Roier tries to reassure him that it's okay; he knows Cellbit would never hurt him. Cellbit keeps himself on the brink of exhaustion; if he's too tired to think, he's too tired to hurt people.
He still tries not to look in the mirror.
He kills the Fed workers when the eggs go missing. He hates them. He eats at the raw flesh like he did so long ago because he needed to do this. He can't control where their children are, but he can control these worker's deaths, make a statement that he knows the Feds will see. Cell and Cellbit are not two separate people. They never have been, they are the same, and Cellbit has never felt more himself than when he ripped into those fucking bears. He goes home, cleans up the blood, vomits, and lays awake, wondering what the fuck is wrong with him.
Cellbit hates himself, Roier kisses his cheek and climbs into bed. Cellbit hates himself. He selfishly clings to Roier and lets himself be loved in a way that doesn't hurt. Cellbit hates himself. He squeezes his eyes closed and thinks about ripping into his husband the way he had those innocent workers.
Cellbit hates himself, and Roier mumbles that he loves him.
