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ok 1 know 1'm pretty m1xed up about all th1s no1se w1th the blue boys but sh*t who does th1s f1sh guy th1nk he 1s exactly...? l1ke... step off, jolly man! 1 got enough compet1t1on as 1t 1s...
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ok 1 know 1'm pretty m1xed up about all th1s no1se w1th the blue boys but sh*t who does th1s f1sh guy th1nk he 1s exactly...? l1ke... step off, jolly man! 1 got enough compet1t1on as 1t 1s...
ey far be 1t from me to tell you how to get yours but some of us don't want to see that sh*t.
D -+-> Oh. D -+-> It does seem to have the intended effect of not having others respond to our messages though. D -+-> Nobody else has complained. D -+-> Possibly because everyone’s become jaded to sexual content, given our collective situation.
D -+-> How have you been? D -+-> It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.
1've had a lot of crazy sh*t go1ng on... been th1nk1ng about you, tho... hop1ng you're do1ng ok and everyth1ng... but, yeah. guess you d1dn't really need me worry1ng. haha...
ey far be 1t from me to tell you how to get yours but some of us don't want to see that sh*t.
D -+-> Oh. D -+-> It does seem to have the intended effect of not having others respond to our messages though. D -+-> Nobody else has complained. D -+-> Possibly because everyone’s become jaded to sexual content, given our collective situation.
D -+-> Fine.
D -+-> I won’t bother you anymore. D -+-> I thought we were close friends, but maybe I was wrong.
no, we are!
1 just... 1 don't know. 1'm sorry.
ey far be 1t from me to tell you how to get yours but some of us don't want to see that sh*t.
D -+-> Oh. D -+-> It does seem to have the intended effect of not having others respond to our messages though. D -+-> Nobody else has complained. D -+-> Possibly because everyone’s become jaded to sexual content, given our collective situation.
D -+-> Usually you chat more than this with me.
D -+-> I’m sorry if I’ve done something that upset you.
yeah, ok.
I just remembered, I still hoove that ticket for the holodeck I earned so long ago. Of horse, I had plans to use it with you, but then, everything happened so very much. Could you come use it with me? We can do whatever you like with it.
whatever 1 l1ke?
I was never that bad about the trees, was I? Maybe I just blocked it out.
I’ll pick you up soon then, and we can go home for a bit.
1 f1gured that's what most people worry about up 1n trees...?
anyway maybe you could br1ng a b1te. 1 don't know 1f there's a t1me l1m1t, but... 1 wanna stay a wh1le.
ey far be 1t from me to tell you how to get yours but some of us don't want to see that sh*t.
D -+-> Oh. D -+-> It does seem to have the intended effect of not having others respond to our messages though. D -+-> Nobody else has complained. D -+-> Possibly because everyone’s become jaded to sexual content, given our collective situation.
yeah ok…
whatever. forget 1t… sorry 1 bugged you.
D -+-> No. I’m sorry if I bothered you with my previous anti%. D -+-> It’s nice hearing from you.
yeah, ok.
ey far be 1t from me to tell you how to get yours but some of us don't want to see that sh*t.
D -+-> Oh. D -+-> It does seem to have the intended effect of not having others respond to our messages though. D -+-> Nobody else has complained. D -+-> Possibly because everyone’s become jaded to sexual content, given our collective situation.
yeah ok...
whatever. forget 1t... sorry 1 bugged you.
I just remembered, I still hoove that ticket for the holodeck I earned so long ago. Of horse, I had plans to use it with you, but then, everything happened so very much. Could you come use it with me? We can do whatever you like with it.
whatever 1 l1ke?
Yes. If you can imagine or remember it, you can “go” there. The wooden village sounds lovely.
I’ve missed Beforus so much.
yeah, me too...
we can be up 1n the trees and you don't have to tr1p about fall1ng... w1n/w1n, r1ght?
I just remembered, I still hoove that ticket for the holodeck I earned so long ago. Of horse, I had plans to use it with you, but then, everything happened so very much. Could you come use it with me? We can do whatever you like with it.
whatever 1 l1ke?
That’s what I nickered. As long as it’s just the two of us though.
Can we do something for a change without the obligation of pailing? At least pretend we aren’t in this awfoal place for a bit.
yeah, we can do that... you can go anywhere w1th those, r1ght? or a recreat1on of anywhere... how you feel about the wooden v1llage?
I just remembered, I still hoove that ticket for the holodeck I earned so long ago. Of horse, I had plans to use it with you, but then, everything happened so very much. Could you come use it with me? We can do whatever you like with it.
whatever 1 l1ke?
Can't Quite Put My Finger on it
When he woke up that evening, something felt off. For the past few days he felt really good about himself, started to feel more like himself, even started using horse puns again. But today, he woke up sad, hurt, and dare he say, guilt ridden. Why? He’d done nothing wrong lately, hadn’t even seen Tavros again since the last match everyone watched together.
He just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Instead of dwelling on it, he did what he frequently did so many evenings he woke up, playing his routine in his head before finally getting up and scraping off the sopor.
Slide out of the recuperacoon, swipe off the slime, 100 crunches, 100 sit ups, 100 push ups, 100 handstand push ups, 100 squats, and so on, until he shuffled into the shower. What was Rufioh’s routine like?
He’d probably get up the same, probably later, then slide the sopor off his skin… with injured hands. And, no wait, no flying in the warmth of the setting sun. No shower either. And no breakfast. Not much to do other than go on the husktop. Perhaps play some games. Barely enough room to properly exercise.
But, why should Horuss care? Rufioh was the one deemed unworthy to be a master, not him. But still, he could do a few things to make his life a little better. Buy a few things, not like he didn’t have the credits, especially since Rufioh was helping a lot.
But when Rufioh messaged him asking for something, instead of just getting it, he bargained. There were a few things Rufioh needed but was reluctant to do. And why wouldn’t he be? Why would he want Horuss to bring him anywhere, to be in his presence more that absolutely necessary?
He told Rufioh he’d carry him on days he liked him. Days that shouldn’t exist, but it seemed to be one of those improbable days already, and he headed down to Rufioh’s cell to do whatever it took to fix what he’d broken.
Vacillation was going to end him.
The nights, by now, just sort of blurred together for Rufioh. He spent a great deal of time asleep, and what little time to himself he had that he didn't spend sleeping was spent laying on the floor (he'd clawed the sofa up some, and hadn't liked sitting on it even before then). It wasn't that comfortable, but what did comfort mean here?
The pillow with himself on it that he'd fashioned into a shirt for Bukram had left behind a great deal of pillow fluff and he'd piled that together enough that he could rest on it when he wanted to. The Unreasonably Large Stuffed Horse (yes, that was in fact what Rufioh had named it) was honestly on the verge of meeting a similar fate. The fate of the fluffless. He didn't much like looking at it. Maybe he'd claw it open and crawl inside like a fidusucker.
It'd make a nice place to nap.
That was what he was considering when he'd gotten messaged by Mituna. Mituna, his moirail. Even in this unspeakably dark mood he'd been in for a while, just the thought made him smile and color. His moirail. His moirail who had gotten a bracelet to make it Very Official, which meant that in order for that bracelet to be of any use, Rufioh needed to get one too.
That was a less than happy ordeal he would have to go through, and it took Rufioh quite a while to work up and through the bullheadedness pride that made it so difficult for him to ask for anything from Horuss. A bracelet was the least Horuss could do for him, and if he didn't receive the thing he asked for, Rufioh wasn't sure what he'd do. He'd pitch a fucking fit, probably. A lowkey fit maybe, but ... still.
The conversation that resulted from his request was not what he'd hoped for. He had hoped for no conversation, actually, a plain yes and the delivery of his bracelet, but Horuss had insisted upon him doing some things in return. Had the the he requested been for only him, he would have dropped it entirely, but he wanted to get to see Mituna more often, and he wanted Mituna to get to come and see him. So it was for him that Rufioh had agreed to let Horuss take him to the showers and to medical, and for no one else.
He didn't have to like it, though. Relatedly, the thought of being carried anywhere by Horuss had lost its appeal entirely thanks in some small part to his own fears that this was what had instigated the punishment with Tavros. He would not be letting that happen again ever, so he was going to end up on the end of a leash tonight. Just the mental image was embarrassing as hell, like he'd given up and agreed that yes, this was definitely his place.
Rufioh hated it. He hated it, and he hated Horuss, and he hated that Horuss seemed to think that getting his fingers fixed would fix anything else.
Maybe now was the time to finish off the last of that bucket of vodka Horuss had left him before. It would help with the upcoming humiliation, probably. Rufioh crawled the short way to where he'd pushed it last and sniffed at the stuff before turning the thing up and trying to drink past the loud protests of his tongue and throat. It wasn't all that bad tasting, but it burned and it made his throat want to close up.
Just dropping off a few things
Think about Jasper. Horrorterrors. Rose was even contemplating the colour of the walls as she stood there, tugged and pulled like a fucking ragdoll. She really needed to work out, it was pathetic how easily Horuss was controlling the movements with just a flick of his wrist.
And…Were they starting? She ventured a peek over her shoulder, immediately regretting the idea. Though her teenage years of hormonal fluctuations have long passed, Rose felt the inch of jealousy that should really have been squashed. How long has it been since she was that intimate with, well, anyone? Then again, causing the destruction of a world was fair grounds to lack a normal relationshi-
They were louder than she anticipated. Sighing, Rose pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand, going back to admiring the decour as she waited. And waited.
Good, whimper for me, Rufioh. It didn’t matter if it was need or pain, he caused both. He shoved himself against Rufioh, his bulge twisting around, squeezing perhaps a bit too hard. His unusual display of dominance broke down a little when he bucked and whimpered “Rufioh…” and he nearly collapsed against his hopefully potential kismesis. How long had it been since either of them really wanted to have sex? At least it finally felt right in some sense.
The last time he had pitch sex was with Damara, and even that felt a little flushed. They never got much past rivalry over Rufioh, and it was really a petty thing to base hatred off of. But now, with Rufioh, it honestly felt real, he was so angry that he popped a wiggly and for once he actually felt alive again.
Even with all that was flowing through his head - anger, pleasure, the desire to actually come back and do this again - his thinkpan was still cool enough for him to remember this wasn’t for pleasure. They were close enough to the locker for him to paw it open and grope around for a bucket while he concentrated on making his bulge squeeze and retract around Rufioh’s.
This time he wouldn’t rock his hips, it was hard enough just holding himself against Rufioh without accidentally crushing his ribs. Neither of his hands were even on the other anymore. After he dropped the bucket beneath them, he braced himself against the wall, leaned down, and started licking the bronze off of Rufioh’s neck.
A soft and paradoxically aggressive sounding note came out of Rufioh at the touch and squeeze of Horuss' bulge on his, and he reached out to grab for the blueblood's hips. It brought his attention to his hands again, the ache of them, and when he dug his nails into the bare gray beneath them it was purely out of spite. Eight persistent and worsening pricks that only began to subside when Horuss' tongue touched to Rufioh's skin.
"Fuck," he let out in a puff of breath, and while Horuss might not be moving so much, Rufioh was tugging him close so that their bodies pressed in against their entwined bulges, warm and cool.
Rufioh wasn't an expert-- he hadn't had a great deal of experience with these kinds of feelings. He knew how to be unhappy and he knew how to feel helpless. He knew what it was like to pity someone and want to be with them and kiss them more than anything, but this was different and confusing and okay he still wanted to kiss-- well, bite, he wanted to bite Horuss. He wanted to flay the guy, to really hurt him, but not in the way of the games they used to play. It was real, true anger, and could even be hate besides.
It could definitely be hate. He'd never stopped finding Horuss attractive, and this was-- this was happening. He would have to think about this stuff at some point, but now was beyond not the time. His pan was addled with actual want and it seemed like everything Horuss did aggravated him. Keeping him pinned against the wall, where his wings wanted to move but could not, playing his body like he'd written the coding (and hadn't he? at least some of it?), even for pulling that bucket out. This was supposed to be about them, not ... their stupid obligation.
Between gasps, that growl was trying to build back up, but lips and teeth at his neck made him feel so, so weak. What came out of him was closer to chirping than growling, and that frustrated him, too. He ground against Horuss with all that desire and vexation, insistent squirming more than anything. "Say it... again, say my name again."
1 need you to get me someth1ng.
What is it? I neigh need you to do agree to a few things before I get it for you. Nothing big.
100k, I can carry you still, but only on days that I like you. Otherwise, yes, you’ll hoove to be on a leash.
At least let me carry you to the hospital wing.
Please.
1 don't want you to carry me. 1 just...
actually, 1 don't want to talk about th1s anymore... just... whatever.
as long as you get me what 1 want, whatever.
1 need you to get me someth1ng.
What is it? I neigh need you to do agree to a few things before I get it for you. Nothing big.
Well two things…
You hoove to let me bring you to the medical wing to get your fingers replaced. And you need to let me bring you to the shower at least twice a week, although I’d personally prefer every other day.
I suspected that’s what you wanted aneighway. Pale, right?
pale, yeah...
1'd have to go on a leash, huh? 1f 1 d1d all that.
1 need you to get me someth1ng.
What is it? I neigh need you to do agree to a few things before I get it for you. Nothing big.
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agree to what...?
1 just want a quadrant bracelet...
D -+-> Cybiel was taken from me. And I believe drained on my walls. Not doing so great.
that’s horr1ble… 1’m so sorry…
1f you aren’t 1n your block, 1t’ll at least be clean by the t1me you get 1n, huh?
sh*t, 1’m sorry 1f that d1dn’t sound r1ght… 1 just mean…
ugh, 1’m really sorry, man.
D -+-> I’m sorry for my assumption then.
D -+-> I don’t think I’m up for sharing a recuperacoon though. D -+-> Maybe some other time we can spend time together. D -+-> I think I’ll distract myself by going to the communal cells. D -+-> Already promised someone I’d pay him a visit. D -+-> Hope you’re doing well.
oh. yeah, uh...
yeah. 1'm good, 1'm good. have a good v1s1t w1th... whoever...
D -+-> Cybiel was taken from me. And I believe drained on my walls. Not doing so great.
that’s horr1ble… 1’m so sorry…
1f you aren’t 1n your block, 1t’ll at least be clean by the t1me you get 1n, huh?
sh*t, 1’m sorry 1f that d1dn’t sound r1ght… 1 just mean…
ugh, 1’m really sorry, man.
D -+-> Rufioh.
D -+-> Please don’t tell me that you’re flirting with me right now. D -+-> I apologize if you are simply offering me a place to sleep. D -+-> But remembering the events that took place last time I came for an innocent visit… D -+-> I liked her, you know? D -+-> A lot. D -+-> Even if she didn’t remember our friendship in life, she trusted my word, trusted me as a troll, in spite of me being a stranger. D -+-> I am grieving. D -+-> I just try not to show it. D -+-> I must remain STRONG.
no, no! don't get me wrong 1 really just meant so you could just... get some t1me to brace yourself...
...1 really am sorry.