Capture my Lungs

by swamp_god

Chapter 1

Clancy woke up in his concrete room, a searing cold covered his neck and as he looked at the small mirror on the wall he noticed the black streaks on his skin. Softly, he ran his fingers over them and shuddered before turning around to the sound of a man groaning and panting in pain. 

He wasn’t sure who it was, he prayed it was Nico and that another Bishop had turned on him. But as he creeped his way out of his room and towards to sounds he found out it was the exact opposite of what he wanted- it was Torchie making the noises. Clancy rushed towards him but felt his entire being become frigid and looked up from Torch who was on the ground weakly writhing in pain. 

“Torchie…?” Clancy looked back and forth between the two before fixing his gaze on Nico, “what did you do?!” 

“He is in the way of your glorious destiny, Clancy.” Nico moved the Torchbearer onto his back with his foot before stepping on his chest, “You are going to burn bright without this… Shadow.” 

Torchbearer was drenched in sweat, his shirt was missing revealing the several laceration on his chest and back from what seemed to come from a whip. His eyes were glassy and blood and snot was flowing from his nose, drool mixed with the red fluid dripped from his mouth. Weakly, he coughed from the weight on his chest and then groaned in discomfort. 

“He’s not- he’s never been my shadow.” Clancy stepped closer and glared, “He’s done nothing but guide me to what I’m meant to have- freedom.” He looked back down at Torch, “he’s been my light.” 

“You stunt yourself, he is nothing but a dog eagerly waiting for a bone from you to parade around with his… those thugs.” Nico hissed and removed his foot, then retrieved a cat o’ nine tails whip, “if you are so eager to go to him then sit him up.” 

“I won’t assist in this.” Clancy began to take his jacket off, “I will take his place in this, you’ve done enough- more than enough because he’s innocent!”

Weakly, Torch started to sit up upon hearing Clancy but fell back down, his entire torso screamed in pain. 

“Torchie, don’t-“ 

 

“Sit, Clancy.” Nico said bluntly and the younger man obliged, facing away from him and bracing himself for the stinging punch across his back. 

 

“For refusing the ways of the Bishop, in punishing those who stray, and protecting them instead, you will receive double the amount of your little friend.” Nico continued, then began. The crack of the whip against Clancys back echoed through to hall which soon was accompanied by the receivers screams and cries. 

Clancy felt the blood drip down his back and eventually had to put his hands on the ground to not fall forward. His vision blurred in overwhelming pain and his body trembled and rocked back and forth, his jaw clenched so tight he started to hear ringing in his ears. 

He lost count, and when it was done he could barely keep himself up. Nico pushed him down with his foot and kneeled to look at him closer, when Clancy felt his cold inky hands brush over the wounds he hissed and writhed in pain but there was nothing left in him to try and get away. 

“Was it worth it…?” Nico leaned in closer to whisper into Clancys ear. 

Clancy swallowed and strained his head to look at Torch who was unconscious. He could tell he hadn’t been able to rest for a very long time, and nodded. 

Suddenly he felt Nico’s fingers dig into his wounds and he twisted in agony and screamed, kicking his feet and desperately trying to crawl away but he couldn’t compete against Nico restraining him. 

“You will learn the cost of protecting those unworthy.” Nico growled, still in Clancys ear, “The more you direct their punishment to you, the less there will be of you when you finally enter your destiny.” 

“Aaah! Hnnghhh…! N- no… stooop!!” Clancy turned to face Nico and lunged at his face with his hands, clawing at his dry pale skin with his fingers. Nico grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the ground before moving to be on top of him, “get off of m- me!” 

“You cannot overrule your potential for greatness, and you will never escape my guidance Clancy.” Nico stared into the others eyes before covering them with his hand and keeping Clancys wrists down with the other. 

“NO!” Clancy desperately tried to escape but felt his body grow numb and the ground sink under his head, “no…! No…. N…” his breathing slowed and his body went limp, “ngh…” 

 

 

Torch woke up surrounded by gray walls, one of them had several black streaks- almost like claw marks on them and underneath was Clancy, collapsed on the ground panting like an over exhausted animal. 

 

Shakily Torchie got up and limped over to Clancy before sitting next to him and grabbing his shoulder. Torch shook him gently and noticed that his neck was covered in a black liquid along with his hands.

 

“I’m…” his voice was deeper, “not…” Clancy turned around, “I can’t… feel inside my head…” he pressed the palms of his hands into his forehead and exhaled shakily, “it’s all blurred out…” 

 

Torch gave the other a soft understanding nod and then grabbed both of his wrists before pulling them away from his face making Clancy looked up at Torch, his eyes were red and heavy.  

He stared blankly at Torchies face, which was scratched and smudged with sweat and dirt from Nico attacking him. His gaze went down to his neck which looked to have red hand prints on them. Then Clancy noticed the heat from his body, how it seemed to bleed into his wrists where he’d been holding him and up in his arms. 

The feeling started to clear up his mind, his sentience pushed through the haze that choked up his thoughts and he once again exhaled before swallowing heavily. With his mind came his body, and with his body came pain. He hissed and leaned forward feeling his back scream at the carved pain from the whipping. 

Torchie moved one hand to Clancys shoulder to better stabilize him as he leaned forward, unable to keep himself up as he had no strength in his core. Clancy felt horrible making Torchie hold him up, especially when he knew that the other wasn’t pain free either. He could smell the mix of sweat and blood, it wasn’t un-inviting though. 

“Hngh… Torch- agh sorry… I’m… back now… hah…” Clancy huffed and reluctantly leaned against the other, unsure about how he felt feeling their sweaty torsos against each other, “I can- I can move away.” He tried to push away to instead fall into the wall behind him but his back spazzed at the attempt to move, Clancy yelped and further fell into Torchie, his face falling into his collar bone. 

Torchie hissed at the sudden push that made his aching body jolt, but forced himself to hold the both of them upright before gently leaning Clancy backwards and into the wall. He needed his own moment to breathe and leaned into the wall as well, his head hanging low next to Clancys as he huffed. 

Clancy peered next to him with his eyes only to watch a drop of sweat fall from Torchbearers nose, then one from his chin, or maybe it was spit. Then he looked forward and a bit down, as he couldn’t waste a view of his broad chest which was covered in a mix of sweat, blood, and dirt when it was this good. 

“Ungh… agh…” Torch coughed and spat out some blood and drool after flipping his body over and falling to the side of Clancy, then turning away from him and panting softly.

 

”Do you need anything for… all of this…?” Clancy turned to Torch and scanned his wounds with his eyes, several lacerations branched around his back, it looked like they’d whipped him with something barred, and bruises clouded his tan skin. 

Torchbearer shook his head and hummed a “no” before weakly sitting up to look at Clancy, then gesturing with his head that he was concerned with Clancys injuries. 

“Lay back down…” Clancy shook his head and swallowed a cough, “I’m okay.” He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, “they’ll come back if they know we’re moving.” 

Torch went and sat next to Clancy and started to pick at the scabs forming on his hands. 

“You know I won’t be able to sleep huh…” Clancy looked at the other and then down at his hands, “did you fight back…? Those look like they’re from defending.” He took Torch’s hands and looked at them. 

 

Torch pulled his hands away and nodded, then winced as he sat back up feeling his wounds smart. 

“You were hit less but they’re deeper, just because I got double what you got doesn’t mean it’s less painful…” Clancy sighed and rubbed his arms, “I should’ve made sure you weren’t gonna follow me… of course you would…” he looked over at Torch, his brown eyes were soft and soothing against Clancys sharp and piercing gaze. 

Torchbearer looked away shyly before going back to picking his scabs, even though he hardly spoke he felt like the loudest person ever. His head spinning with overwhelming feelings, the roiling fear of losing Clancy from failure to protect him, and the scalding feelings of love and loyalty. The painful desire to take a bullet for him, to have a cold blade plunged into him, to endure barred whips and heavy boots on his chest. 

An hour passed before two strangers opened the barred door, the loud metal creaking waking the two up. 

“You both need to bathe, out.” The man called and along with the other guard, walked into the room before pulling they each forced Clancy and Torch up on their feet. 

They both groaned in pain, it wasn’t the walking that hurt, it was getting up that felt almost nauseatingly painful. Clancy needed to lean against the wall for a moment after being pulled up, and Torch tried to go to him to help but was pulled away. 

It took a few minutes for them to walk to the shower room, and once they were in their own stalls they each savored the water washing the filth away. Clancy had the water on hot, he felt frigid and stiff.

 

Meanwhile Torch kept the water cold, the air in the cell was humid and hot, his body felt not like it was on fire, but like he was very close to a fire. A thick layer of heat that stuck to his skin and seeped into his muscles. The cold water made it feel like it was being washed away, but he knew the second he was out it would build up again. A part of him knew it wasn’t just the air that made his body run hot, it was Clancy too, but he never worried about it because he never wanted to wash that away- or think about it. 

Clancy rand his hands through his hair before looking down at the drain, tracing the thin lines of blood mixed in the water with his eyes. The stream of hot water pounded into his neck on his spine, making a dull sound in the back of his head. He realized that the wall he was leaning his head and forearms on was the wall he was sharing with Torch, and there was a small crack that was nearly eye level with him. The curiosity snatched his judgement away, and he glanced through and saw the back of Torch’s head, neck and shoulders. His dark hair dripping wet and small streams of water ran down his skin. 

Quickly Clancy looked away, his body suddenly burning from embarrassment and desire. He turned the water cooler and cleared his throat before spitting on the ground, he couldn’t believe he just did that. 

Suddenly the water turned off and they were ordered to step out, so they both grabbed the towels hanging and wrapped it around their waists before stepping out. The guards gave them grey jumpsuits and a jacket. 

“Change.” The guard gestured to them, “here.” 

Torch didn’t seem as bothered and began to change, but Clancy was much more hesitant and looked away from every one as he did so, but once they were both changed they were once again grabbed and led to their room. 

Once the door was closed the both of them noticed that two small beds were now in the room, one of either side. Before Clancy could say anything Torch stumbled into the bed and huffed in exhaustion. Clancy felt his body start to give up on standing as well, the water was a nice distraction a long with leaning against the wall helping too. 

He slowly walked to his bed before sitting on it, and then lying down on his stomach to avoid anything touching his back. Even the fabric stung his wounds, he couldn’t picture Torchies gashes appreciating the fabric either, he looked over at him to make sure he was breathing at least, and once he saw Torch take a deep breath in his slumber, he let his eyes fall. 

He thought he wouldn’t be able to fully fall asleep, he never could here in Dema, but he felt himself sink deeper into the bed and every breath he softly heard from Torch pulled him past drowsiness and into unconsciousness. 

 

Chapter 2

Torch opened his eyes to the room being completely dark, which was confusing because when he’d fallen asleep after the shower the sun was starting to rise. He didn’t expect himself to sleep the whole day, even after the beating he’d gotten earlier. 

As his eyes adjusted to the dark he noticed someone was staring at him, and he shot up in surprise disregarding his back, and also the person looking at him when smacking his head into theirs. 

“What the?!” Clancy stumbled back and held his forehead, “ow…!” 

Torch shook his head to recollect himself and looked back at the figure, it was Clancy. He huffed and gave him a confused and frustrated look. 

“I wasn’t awake either!” Clancy stood up and groaned in pain, “why would I want to be standing when I’m like this…” he fell partially onto Torch’s bed before sitting at the end of it, “sorry.” 

Torch huffed again this time through his nose and laid on his stomach, his voice cracking slightly as his body ached. Those moments were the rare times Clancy could just barely hear his voice- it was a moment as small as a grain of sand, but Clancy always caught them and pinned them in his mind. 

“Will you ever talk to me…? I want to know more about you, especially since we’re… not sure how things will end up. If we’ll ever make it out of here.” Clancy looked over at Torchbearer and heard a deep inhale, bracing for a possible word. 

“Mm.” Torch hummed and gently pushed against Clancys tailbone with his blanketed foot. 

“What does that mean?” Clancy huffed in disappointment, then felt a small kick. 

“Mmph…” Torch lifted his head and kicked a little harder. 

“You’re going back to bed…? It’s been like- 10 hours!” Clancy stood up and raised his hands in confusion, “I’ve never seen you sleep till now, but the second we’re stuck alone in a room all you can do is just sleep?” He huffed and went to his own bed to sit, “are you tired or do just not want to even look at me?” 

Torch lifted his head and gave Clancy a confused look before he shook his head, then laid back down. 

“It feels like it- are you mad at me?” Clancy asked, Torch hummed a no, “so you’re really just tired?” 

“mhm.” Torch nodded. 

“Okay… sorry I’m just paranoid.” Clancy stood up again and peered out the small window, “I don’t think we’re in the tower, they must’ve taken us through the tunnels to another place.” 

“Hm.” Torch hummed softly. 

“Are you listening or just trying to fall asleep.” Clancy started to shake his hand anxiously, “I’ve been talking to myself for hours.” 

A few moments of silence, “…mhm…” Torch turned slowly to lie on his back and grunted in pain, then opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Clancy. 

“You’ve given up trying to fall asleep?” Clancy looked down at Torch who nodded, “good.” He sat on the ground and grabbed a small rock and started to scratch the walls with it, leaving faint white marks, “I recognize some of the things out of the window, I think I’ve been to this tower before.” He drew a rough Birds Eye view, making sure to keep it simple and not obvious, though it would be impossible for anyone to see the drawing from the door of the room given the lighting. 

“I think the tunnel goes straight through, no turns or anything, so if we make it there we should just run in either direction till we’re out.” Clancy looked at Torch who nodded, “I just have no clue on how to get to the tunnels, or how we’d even get there like this…” he winced as he stood up, “do you think you can even stand…?” 

Torch sat up and hissed as he did, feeling his wounds smart and the bruises ache. After a few moments he stood up and swayed a bit, but then found his balance and exhaled heavily in exhaustion as he looked at Clancy. 

Clancy was surprised, not expecting Torch to have the energy to stand up, but maybe he only had the energy because he took a nap nearly as long as a coma was. A few seconds passed and suddenly the relief was cut short when Torch threw up from overworking himself, but before Clancy could even react or help, he wiped his mouth and looked back at Clancy as if nothing happened. 

“Oh…!!” Clancy stepped back a little, “you… you alright?” 

Torch nodded and sniffled before walking to the door and peering out the bars looking down the hall. 

“We’re the only ones here… a guard comes every 6 hours I think. I haven’t been able to time it well, just in my head.” Clancy sat on his bed and watched Torchbearer stick his arm through the bars and mess with the lock, “I’ve tried that, you can’t do anything.” 

Torch huffed and walked over to the window, then started to tug on a bar broken near the base, it creaked loudly and then he hissed feeling the sharp metal cut his hand. 

“Be careful!” Clancy whisper and stood up before rushing towards Torch, “Quit trying to break everything!” 

“hmmm…” Torch hummed in soft frustration as Clancy took his hand and looked over the gash. 

“Look I know you’re feeling tense, I am too, but breaking things is only going to get us in more trouble.” Clancy sighed and leaned his side against the wall, “if you get in trouble, you get beat. I can’t let them hurt you again.” He said lowly. 

“You’re both up, good.” Nico called from the door, making the two look over, “you two have several questions to answer to.” Two undead guards rose from behind him, and the three of them entered as they phased through the barred door. The guards took the two men and forced them on their knees, and another two guards came from the ground and stood in front of them. 

“To the stranger, what is your name.” Nico looked over to Torch, who said nothing and only stared at him with anger, “give me an answer, what is your name.” 

“He’s mute he doesn’t talk.” Clancy barked and received a kick in the stomach from the guard standing before him, “augh…!” He coughed up some spit and realized what was happening. Interrogation. “You gotta talk- ah…!” Another kick landed in his stomach. 

Torch looked over at Clancy and back at Nico with more rage, then swallowed heavily before shaking his head. 

“No…?” Nico smiled slightly, “no you won’t answer?” 

Torch shook his head and started to breathe heavily, getting ready for whatever punishment was coming. If he kept them stuck on this one question, they wouldn’t ask Clancy any.

 

”That’s alright, I find no just as enjoyable as an answer.” Nico continued, and watched as the guard punched Torch in the jaw making him grunt and then spit some blood out. Torch looked back up with his lip cut open and bleeding. 

The exchange of answer, silence, and beating went on for what felt like forever to Clancy, eventually he couldn’t look anymore as the hits became more nauseating. When it ended Torch was breathing so hard it sounded almost like he was trying to speak. 

“Are you trying to answer…?” Nico kneeled down to Torch’s level, “he mostly left your teeth and mouth alone so you could speak, but maybe you’re just too dumb to-“ 

 

Torchbearer suddenly grabbed Nicos cloak, but the guard held him back and Nico scrambled to his feet, the cloak ripped leaving a large hole in the chest of the clothing. 

“Keep your filthy hands off of me!!” Nico hissed and looked at Clancy, “what do you see in this barbarian?!” 

Clancy looked over at Torch, a thick mixture of blood and spit dripped from his mouth and one of his eyes had a bursted vessel, his hair was slick with sweat and blood, he looked terrible. All because he didn’t want to say his name, because he didn’t want them to ask Clancy any questions. 

But now Clancy was asked, “what is his name?” Nico huffed and smiled as Torch whined in pain as the guard in front of him kicked him in the ribs. 

“His name is-“ 

 

Torch interrupted Clancy with a growl making the other look over at him, he shook his head- he’d never seen so much pain and anger in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry I can’t let them do this to you.” Clancy whispered and looked away and bit his lip, “for my sake, let me tell them your name. I can’t watch this- I can’t do this!” He wiped tears away from his eyes, then looked back at Torchbearer whose eyes started to tear up as more anger formed behind them. 

“What is his name?!” Nico yelled, “tell me now boy!” He slapped Clancy, and Torch weakly attempted to lunge at him, but was kicked down again. 

“I…” Clancys mind was racing, he couldn’t think of a solution to this, an escape, a way out of this. “I’m not telling you, I’m the one staying quiet now, hit me! Not him!” 

“Mmm!” Torch struggled against the guard as he frantically tried to defend Clancy now hearing his pleas to get beaten, “T-“ his mouth was covered by the guard. 

“You’re too late.” Nico looked over at Torch, “you had your chance to speak.” 

Torch bit down on the decaying guards hand, making him snap it away. 

“Torch!” He yelled out and continued to struggle, “Torchbearer!” He spat out some blood. 

Clancy looked over at Torch, his eyes wide from shock at the sound of his voice, it was deep and warm, but raspy from the lack of use. 

“I said you’re too late!” Nico yelled back and kicked Clancy hard in the chest, “Answer me Clancy!” 

“Ack!” Clancy wheezed and leaned forward holding his chest, then gagged as he tried to catch his breath, “unh…” he looked up at Nico and sniffled, “Torchbearer…” he mumbled in defeat. 

“And is he with the banditos?” Nico kneeled down and grabbed Clancy by his jaw. 

Clancys head was spinning, he was exhausted and so beaten up he could barely breathe without crying out in pain, “engh…” he groaned and then collapsed on his side. 

Nico scoffed and stood up, then gave Clancy another kick in his side before looking over at Torchbearer, “this…” he gestured to Clancy, “all this because you couldn’t tell me your name.” He laughed lightly and left the room, a distant snap was heard and the guards turned to dust. 

Torch scrambled over to Clancy and started to shake him to try and wake him up, but the more time passed without success the more he started to panic. 

“S’ okay…” Clancy eventually slurred out, “I’m tired…” he continued quietly, “go to sleep Torch…” 

 

Torch shook his head and turned Clancy to lay on his back, Clancy opened his eyes and looked at the other, who’s face was bloody and bruised. A drop of blood from his lip landed on Clancys face, and when Torch went to wipe it away Clancy weakly brushed his hand away. 

“I see your fingers… they’re dislocated… don’t…” Clancy shook his head weakly, then wiped the blood off himself. 

Torch looked at his hand and the 2 broken fingers, he huffed and braced himself before snapping them back into place and then collapsed next to Clancy. He couldn’t stand being broken. 

“So dramatic…” Clancy looked next to him at Torch, “s’ funny… a little…” he smiled and laughed weakly, then coughed, “did you even notice they were like that… or are you that much of a bad ass…” 

 

Torch reached over and wiped some blood dripping from Clancys nose, then shook his head, still panting from the intense past hour. 

“Can you say your name again…” Clancy asked, stupidly. 

Torch leaned in closer and into his ear, and hummed a no, his voice cracking slightly from exhaustion. Another grain of salt. 

“Okay…” Clancy responded tiredly, and looked at Torch as he moved away and back to lying his head next to him, he was smiling a little. “You think you’re so funny…” 

 

“Mhm…” Torch nodded, then laughed a little before coughing horrendously and spitting up some blood. 

“You’re gross… that’s what you are.” Clancy looked at Torch with a warm smile, Torch stuck his tongue out and made a “blegh” sound before pointing at Clancy, “I’m gross?” 

“mhm…” Torch nodded. 

“Oh so we’ve unlocked a new sound from you because of how gross I am? Maybe that’s not too bad after all, I’ll just get grosser and grosser until you talk to me.” Clancy giggled and Torch covered his eyes with his arm and smiled, “well… you got me there.”

 

Clancy watched as Torch slowly moved his arm away and realized he’d passed out, probably from closing his eyes and resting them for the first time after being beaten nearly to death. He looked up at the ceiling and felt his own case of exhaustion creep in and closed his eyes.

Chapter 3

Notes:

Smut ‼️‼️‼️

The two couldn’t move much for the next few days, even if they were going crazy in this tower, their bodies wouldn’t let them move around for more than a few minutes. Over the course of a week though, they progressed through their recovery of the interrogation, but still- they slept more than anything. 

“Torchie?” 

Torch woke up to a broken, shaky voice and looked over at the source- it was Clancy, whose neck and hands were covered in a black ink. He sat up and put his hands on Clancys shoulders and gave him a worried look. 

“I’m going, I can’t stop it I…” Clancy squeezed his eyes and put his hands on the sides of Torch’s head, “keep me here… don’t let me go…” his voice trembled with his body, “I don’t want him… I’m not him…” he whimpered. 

Torch pushed his forehead against Clancys and closed his eyes, he breathed slowly in and out and moved one of his hands to Clancys chest, and nodded when he felt the other start to follow his breathing. 

The quiet was only broken by their breathing and sometimes Clancys soft cries, but the lack in noise was balanced by the heat he felt from Torch’s body. 

“You’re always warm…” Clancy said quietly, “how are you always so warm…?” Feeling a blazing heat grow over his body from Torchies hand on his chest, it was pitted in his abdomen, and his blood was rushing more from the touch than the anxiety now. 

He looked at Torch who looked back with a calm gaze, helping the other feel slowly grounded. Clancy then looked down to Torch’s chest which rose and fell slowly, it was lightly damp in sweat from sleeping, and bare. A few moments passed and Clancy carefully brought his hand to Torch’s chest, then placed it on a healing wound. 

“Does it hurt?” Clancy looked back to Torchbearers face, who shook his head, his gaze was more curious now, as he was secretly intrigued from Clancy touching him. 

“Sometimes… wounds are what make me feel like we’re real- just our bodies… how they… bleed and heal.” Clancy traced the scabbed gash with his finger tips, Torch held back a flinch from the soreness, “Lately though- heat seems to work too…” 

 

Clancy moved his hand to Torch’s and held it up to his face while the other stayed on his wound, “Your Heat…” Torchbearer gently brushed his thumb over one of the scratches on Clancys face, “You’re so warm…” he mindlessly whispered, the gentle stroke causing him to lose his breath and control. 

 

Torch helplessly admired the man in front of him; his short brown hair, slick and spiky from a cold sweat that glistened on his tanned skin, his brown eyes that swallowed Torch in a dark beautiful gaze, he wanted nothing more than to suffocate Clancy in this warmth he praised him for. To swarm him with his own skin, to press into him with his body and burn him alive. To drip sweat and swap spit, the craving to comfort Clancy twisted into lust. 

“Torch…” Clancy couldn’t help but notice a shape in the covers between Torch’s legs, and looked away quickly, “thank you… I’m- I’m better now. I’m here.” He felt Torch suddenly pull him in by the waist and looked back at him, there foreheads pressed against each other again, this time their mouths closer, “what are you doing…” he whispered. 

“Mm…” Torch held him firmly, one hand on the back of Clancys head and the other still on his waist, “hm…” he relaxed and put his face into his shoulder and neck, then sighed. 

“Torch…” He whispered even quieter, “do you… want anything…?” He ran his hand down his back. 

There was a silence, and Clancy decided he wouldn’t take it as anything but disappointment, and slowly he moved away, “I guess not…” 

 

Suddenly Torch pulled him back in, “yes… yes…” 

 

Clancy huffed as he fell back into Torch, “what do you wan-“ 

 

“Clancy… you… just you…” Torch panted, unable to control himself, and Clancy felt it, because his skin was burning hot, and the shape he’d seen was pressed against his own forming erection, “I want you, Clancy… Clancy…” he looked into his eyes, hunger, it was hunger now, not curiosity, he knew what he wanted. 

“You want what you can have… you just have to say it Torchie…” Clancy smiled softly and pushed him down before straddling him, “say it…” 

 

“Clancy…” Torchbearer said a bit louder and pulled him closer, “pl- please…” he huffed and pushed his hips up against Clancys, “Clancy… Clancy…” 

 

“How long have you wanted me…” Clancy swallowed a moan, “I want to know how long you’ve made me wait…” Clancy started to match Torch’s pace, “so I can make you wait a little bit longer…” he smirked and bit his lip to silence another moan. 

“First met…” Torchbearer grunted and then huffed when Clancy stopped, “Mmfh…?” 

“In the shower…” Clancy said lowly, “I watched you… I’m sorry-“ 

 

“Clancy…” Torch laughed lightly, then shook his head, “just… please…” 

 

“You make me figure you out on my own… why can’t you just explain it yourself? I would’ve never known you liked me…” Clancy lifted himself up a bit, “why couldn’t you say you… liked me?” 

Torch looked away shyly, “Mm…” 

 

“You're doing this again…?” Clancy sighed in defeat and sat up before getting off and sitting next to Torch. “You were just moaning my name-“ 

 

“Its hard-“ 

 

“To say you like me?!” Clancy snapped and Torch shook his head, “then what?” 

Torch swallowed and sat up, then looked away with a gloomy look, “To say anything.” 

Clancy scoffed and shook his head, “you just say it Torch.” 

Torchbearer sighed in defeat and shrugged, “sorry-“ 

 

“Just be quiet, that’s what you want anyways.” Clancy huffed and stood up, but was pulled back down by Torchbearer, “get off…!” He pushed the other away. 

“I like you, Clancy.” Torch said quickly and in a voice so quiet and shaky Clancy nearly missed it. 

 

“You needed me to make you say it, it means nothing now.” Clancy hissed and sat back up, but stopped when Torch grabbed his arm, “why are you being so weird?” 

“I…” Torch tried his hardest to let the words out, but everything was being blocked by a lump in his throat that choked it back, “I’m trying…” he swallowed again and exhaled shortly almost as if he was about to throw up. 

“Is it really that hard…?” Clancy gave him a concerned look, “why?” 

“I… mmfh…” Torch breathed heavily and looked away as if he were ashamed, then shook his head. 

“Are you just scared…?” Clancy turned fully towards him and Torch let go of his arm, then Clancy held his hand, “what are you scared of?” 

“Other… others…” Torch said lowly. 

“Of other people hearing you?” Clancy finished the sentence, and Torch nodded. He looked around and then back to Torch and shrugged, “I don’t see anyone around.” 

“You don’t know that…” Torch said in the same soft voice. 

Clancy knew Banditos lived in secret, and were always on high alert for anyone they didn’t know being near them. They hardly spoke to even each other, simply because they knew the less words spoken, the more secure their secrets were. They only spoke in small groups of no more than three people, in rooms hidden away and far from everyone else. However, Torchbearer was hardly ever in these groups, he knew everything- but never spoke of it. He was terrified of being the one to put everyone in danger, or the person he loved- Clancy. 

He felt terrified with how much he’d been speaking, even if it was only Clancy he was talking to and could see, they were in a place he’d never been to, around people he’d never met except when running from them. At the same time, he wanted to tell Clancy everything, because he wasn’t sure if there was any other chances to. 

“Torch…” Clancy sighed and came to terms that Torch was not going to explain anything, “I’ll let you be quiet then, but I’m not going to be quiet alright? I’m frustrated and impatient, that’s not going to mix well with your whole… way of doing this weird confession of… feelings I guess.” Clancy huffed and moved closer to Torch, practically sitting on his lap, “I want you, I really… really want you. More than just that I want to know you so I can be exactly what you want me to be-“ 

 

“be you.” Torch said softly, and Clancy paused. “Just you.” 

“I’m… really tired of talking to myself, I want you to do something back- not just hum or stare at me- or say these short statements I have to piece together with what I’m saying-“ Clancy started to ramble in frustration and tapping his fingers on Torchbearers shoulder. 

“Clancy…” Torch sighed tiredly and his lidded eyes lazily looked up at the other, “I’m tired too…” 

 

“That’s not what I meant-“ Clancy rolled his eyes and then yelped when Torch pulled him down so that the two were laying on the bed. Torch hugged him from behind and buried his face into the back of Clancys neck, “I guess I did wake you up…” 

 

“Mhm…” Torch hummed, Clancy stayed silent for a few moments, but then decided he wasn’t ready for this conversation to be over. 

“I’m still going to talk to you actually, I’m not done with this.” He turned around and pulled Torch’s hands from his face, “if you’re not speaking, I’m taking up your space in the conversation. You know I really do want to know you, but it’s impossible to when you never say anything to explain yourself. Talking is an important part of a relationship, platonic, romantic, toxic, it doesn’t matter. How am I supposed to have a relationship with someone when they don’t tell me who you are.” 

 

“Auugghhh…” Torch yawned, “I’m tired.” He turned around and Clancy sat up and pulled him back to lay on his back and look up at him. 

“If you’re not gonna talk you’re gonna listen, you have to understa- augh!” Clancy was interrupted by Torch sticking his fingers into his mouth making him cough, and Torch giggled. 

“heheheh…” Torch smirked and the two noticed a good amount of spit on his fingers, “um-“ 

 

“Well… you put them in my mouth so…” Clancy looked away and cleared his throat, “would you want me to uh… take it back?” 

“Mhm…” Torch nodded and Clancy gave him a displeased look, “Yes. Yes please.”

“Oh, you have manners.” Clancy smirked, “How nice.” He grabbed Torch’s wrist with a firm grip and licked the thick layer of spit off of his fingers, “there…” he wiped his mouth.

 

“Thank you.” Torchbearer swallowed and watched the other lean in close to his face.

 

”That’s more like it.” Clancy smiled and caressed the side of Torch’s face, “Just ask for what you want.” 

“I want-“ Torch paused to try and muster up the courage, “uhm…”

 

”Yes…?” Clancy leaned in closer with a teasing smile, “you want what Torchie…?” 

“Mmm…” he hummed nervously and then gasped feeling Clancy knee his semi, “mm fuck…” 

 

“Are you purposely dragging this out? Or do I seriously intimidate you…” Clancy giggled and softly kissed Torch’s hand which he still held the wrist of, “c’mon, you can say it…” 

 

“I want you, Clancy.” Torchie exhaled shakily and whined when Clancy leaned in, but only to hover closely over his lips. 

“What do you want me to do…?” Clancy bit his lip and kneed his crotch again, feeling it getting harder. 

“F- fuck me…” Torchbearer huffed and his voice broke, Clancy couldn’t help but moan softly in satisfaction, “please…” 

 

“Okay…” Clancy whispered and nodded before pressing his lips against Torch’s, then taking his bottom lip and biting it softly. He felt Torch’s arms wrap around his torso, pulling him in close and their kiss deepened, “mm… s’hot…” Clancy groaned and started to undo his pants, Torch pulled them down and then undid his own before pulling them off. 

“Oh fuck…” Clancy moaned as Torch flipped them over so now he was on top, Clancy looked up at him and ran his hands through his hair and then looked down at his cock, “Damn… you’re huge.” He couldn’t help but smile a little in excitement.

Torch moved lower to Clancys waist and began leaving kisses and hickies across his skin, then eventually began to softly bite his hips and thighs. Clancy leaned his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the feeling and helplessly writhing his hips slowly in pleasure as his cock hardened. 

“Hah… hah…!” He bucked his hips feeling Torch start to suck his tip, “mmmffhh… f- fuck you…” he started to ramble in pleasure, “mother fucking… ahh..!” 

“mmm…” Torchbearer hummed in satisfaction hearing Clancy lose his mind over how good he was making him feel, he loved how much Clancy talked. 

“I’m gonna c- cum…” Clancy gripped Torch’s hair, then looked at him when he felt his mouth leave. 

Torch moved back up to Clancys face and began to kiss his neck, then the both of them moaned softly once Torch pushed his cock against Clancys and started to grind. 

“Ah… mm…” Clancy blindly found Torch’s mouth with his own and the two began to kiss heavily, biting each others lips and their tongues fighting for dominance. He started to move his hips against Torch’s, and they eventually found a rhythm, which started to get faster. 

“Clancy… a- ah…” Torchbearer huffed and looked down at him, “A- am I giving you… hah… what you want…?” 

 

“Yes…!” Clancy moaned and nodded, “Are you getting what you want…?” He held back another moan. 

“Yes…” Torchbearer kissed Clancy and continued to grind, “yes I… thank you…” he moaned into his shoulder, “unhh… f- fuck…!” His body tensed up and he bit down on the others shoulder making him cry out. 

“A- ahh! Shit!” Clancys eyes widened at the sharp feeling in his shoulder followed by an orgasm, making him push his body up against Torchbearers, who pushed him down quickly as he cummed all over his stomach. “D- didn’t know you were a biter when you cum…” 

 

“Mmfh… sorry…” Torch weakly responded and kissed Clancys shoulder, “s’ been a while…” 

 

“Yeah…” Clancy exhaled shakily, “it was good… really good…” he rubbed his back slowly, “Holy shit you’re so sweaty…” he lifted his hand to look at how soaked it was, then moved to his hair to stroke, “why are you always so sweaty?” 

“Mm…” Torchbearer shrugged and hugged Clancy before burying his face into the crook of his neck, “shhh…” 

 

“Outta words…?” Clancy giggled and Torch nodded, “Alright…” he closed his eyes and sighed, “me too…” 

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