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The cultist is annoying.
007n7 already has tried his best to keep his distance from the others. It's inevitable for him to connect to anyone in the group. When they inform newcomers about the actions he's done in the past, it only brings him more of a reason to disconnect fully.
He's used to being alone by now. In fact, he was completely open to the idea of it, and was trying to adjust to it fully. All he needed to do, while sitting in the purgatory he stays in, was to survive and fix the generators.
Two Time wouldn't allow that. Usually young ones like to stick to people their age, people like Chance or Elliot, but Two Time could not help but follow behind like the curious little thing they are.
They didn't react the way others would when they hear about the many buildings 007n7 had destroyed, the people he had left stranded and injured, or even betraying and pressuring his best friend to do something all because the exploiter himself was too much of a pussy to do it.
No, nothing. Two Time only blinked, nodded with their polite smile, and replied with, “Interesting.”
And after that, they've been behind 007n7’s tail ever since.
007n7 doesn't get questioned by Two Time about his past as much as he thought he would. He assumed the younger cultist would only want to be around to ask more, but no. Instead, the other would carry casual conversations, and──Ugh── bring up that stupid Spawn cult and their teachings.
It's annoying, sure, and 007n7 was already on his way to giving up on connecting or even giving a flying fuck about anyone else here, but…
The company is nice, he guesses.
It's nice enough where he was comfortable to reply with more than one word to Two Time. It's enough where they'd sit next to each other while 007n7 adjusted his c00lgui in-between matches. Two Time was humored with it, and they even asked to touch it, which 007n7 sternly forbade it.
007n7 enjoyed being around Two Time but every time he had his eyes on the cultist while they rambled, something warm grew within him. It's a familiar feeling, wishing to bring the other close and have his hands smooth along their skin. To touch, to explore their scars, their freckles, their──
That's it. That's enough. He doesn't want to ruin this moment, not now.
The little cabin, the one across the main one with a bed and lamp, was 007n7’s main spot to hide himself in. Two Time would join in.
After a few exchanges, maybe a little laugh or two, before 007n7 knew it, he was below Two Time with his hands on the sides of his head.
The cultist flattened their palms along the exploiter’s chest. Now, the situation wasn't supposed to be… suggestive? Two Time was only demonstrating a strategy they used for one of the rounds. They spoke with a straight face, gleefully tracing lines and circles along 007n7’s blue sweater and dandelion tie.
Right there, where they explained, was where they were able to glide their dagger. They were speaking fast, eyes wide, as if they were a kid telling their friends how they scored a touchdown.
There was something about the way Two Time looked down, how their messy hair drifts lightly from the way it dangles. Something about their usually wide and crazed eyes suddenly looks so soft when they talk about something that makes them happy. Did they always have little scars on their cheeks? And was that a beauty mark below their eye? That's…
“Exploiter.”
007n7 blinks, taking a deep breath in with wide eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I'm listening.”
“No, you're not.” Two Time says, matter of factly with their head cocked to the side. Their smile still remains, but it's no longer as soft and genuine as it used to be. They drag a fingernail against 007n7’s right cheek, “I said you're blushing.”
Oh. Oh no.
007n7 doesn't respond, his lips stay parted, tongue stuck as he struggles to make an excuse. He felt himself shake his head, but again, nothing could leave his mouth besides a couple “Uh-” and “It's-”. He doesn't want to be rude, or gross, or weird– nothing like that. He's already tolerating Two Time and their presence, he doesn't know what he'd do if they──
“I'm gonna show you something from my training.” they interrupted 007n7’s thoughts before bringing their face closer.
007n7 was about to ask what that could be, but by the time the courage to speak was there, he had a handful of black hair tracing his cheeks and nose. Wet teeth pressed against the side of his neck. It's not a sudden motion, Two Time gave 007n7 enough time to feel the bite dig deeper in a span of three seconds.
007n7’s hands, they're supposed to push off the cultist, to tell them to knock it off, but instead they grip the soft, silky cloak that hides their back. A noise he didn't expect to hear slips past his teeth.
Two Time was amused, smiling against skin, “I would usually bite faster than that. Harder too. But, giving you an injury before a match would only cause more issues.”
007n7 swallowed, the skin of his neck lightly stinging once he did so, “What's… this attack for, anyway?” his voice comes out strained, followed by another embarrassing grunt.
“Oh, to make sure they can't scream after I sacrifice them.” Two Time responded, once again, flatly, as if they were explaining how to make a sandwich. A soft lick to the little bite, and they continue, “Although, I usually go for the voice box.”
007n7 still holds the cultist's cloak, handfuls of fabric in each hand, “Then why demonstrate it like this?”
“To hear you make that noise again.” Two Time dragged the pad of their tongue along the bite, to 007n7’s jawline, “And I'm happy with the results, exploiter.”
The hacker breathed in through his nose, closing his eyes as they rolled back from the sensual lick. He bit his tongue to prevent himself from moaning again, but the sound still went through, “Two Time──”.
“May I kiss you?”
The question hung in the air, and the younger one completely faces 007n7 after they ask. Their elbows on each side of the exploiter's head, and lingering hands playing with the hamburger beanie that he wore.
007n7 took a moment, looking up with his brown eyes. There were the little things again, the details, the beauty marks, scars. All of them, the imperfections were enough to make his heart squeeze. It's enough to push away the denial and say, “Yeah.”
It was soft and slow at first, lips melting and understanding each other's shape. Two Time rolls their hips in rhythm as soon as the dance picks up pace. 007n7’s hands finally release their tension from the cloak and roam to other areas. Ribs, backside, to hips. Two Time couldn't hide the smile against the kiss, whispering the name of the Spawn.
Eventually 007n7’s actions were hungry, tongue tracing the shape of Two Time’s bottom lip before hooking their own.
“Exploiter──”
No.
A dragged out growl rises up from 007n7, and as soon as it's pushed out, his shoulders and hands bring Two Time with him. Around they go, with their head suddenly fallen into the pillow of the dusty twin sized bed, Two Time let out a surprised yelp.
007n7 no longer has his lips stuck to theirs. His face was halfway blanketed with shadows, and from the angle he looked down, his eyes shone with a red tint. He breathed deep, clearly out of breath from flipping over the enby.
Two Time could only stare up with widened eyes, their own chest moving as they studied the features above. Something struck a nerve with the hacker.
“Did I do something wrong, exploiter? I did not intend to offend you──”
“My name.” A breathy, yet stern voice comes out of 007n7, deeper than it usually is, “That's not my name.”
Two Time blinks, “Exploiter──”
“Seven.” the other corrected, and it's immediately followed by a harsh roll of his hips. His length, hiding under his pants and boxers are growing painfully hard. 007n7’s head felt fuzzy, dizzing. He couldn't believe the noises he was hearing, or the sensation he felt while pressing himself against Two Time──He’s like this thanks to them.
What came along with that was a high pitched squeak from the cultist with an open mouth. 007n7’s hands wrap around Two Time’s wrists, above their head, and immediately his teeth latch onto skin. The opposite side of his own bite, on the neck, 007n7 groans and bites down harder than Two Time did. It's enough to make the hacker taste pennies.
“Oh Spawn──”
“Two Time.” His voice ghosts against skin as his fingers dig into the waistband of the cultist's, “Two Time, my name.”
A chuckle echoes the room, same as the clattering sound of metal and shuffling of cloth. The two shifted positions once Two Time shrugged off their cloak, leaving their shoulders and scars bare. They had themselves straddled on 007n7, only wearing briefs. It was no surprise that they were leaking, grinding their fluids against blue jeans. Their smile has grown.
“My theory… with your blush, your groans, oh my──” they hiccuped as they were lightly lifted up, only to see 007n7’s pants drag down. Two Time only lifted their hips to help get them off.
The boxers 007n7 wore were next, and Two Time was the one who happily volunteered to tug them down.
007n7’s eyes stay on Two Time, waiting for a response to his exposed cock. A Bead of clear precum rests at the tip, which Two Time doesn't hesitate to smear with their pad of their thumb. The action was sudden, it pulls out a whimper from the hacker. Two Time snickers from the reaction as they pump the shaft.
Their gloves were coated with the smell of 007n7’s sex. Wet now, and a little in the way. Two Time seemed to feel the same, slipping them off and tossing to the side, “Apologies. That didn't hurt, did it?”
A couple steps forward with their knees, and after discarding their own briefs, Two Time had their glossy lower lips hovering above the tip. They grew impatient, same as 007n7. The man himself was the one who brought Two Time closer to him.
“Goodness, exploiter, be patient──”
Sucking through teeth, with nails digging into Two Time’s thighs, 007n7 pushes them down while shoving his length into them. The two shared a moan, with the cultist's voice being slightly higher, and with that came, “Seven!”
Fuck, that's enough to get him going. The hacker hiccuped as he guided the other for a proper rhythm. He could only lightly raise and fall with his hips while Two Time bounced themselves to follow along. It was rushed, hungry, chasing for something, anything the two could get. Every time the tip digs in, it was a beautiful punch into Two Time’s heart. They grip onto the fabric of 007n7’s blue sweater, almost tearing some of the seams as they struggle to meet the pace that 007n7 wanted.
It was messy, slaps of skin echoing the room while fluids dripped down Two Time’s trembling thighs. Their moans grew in pitch, calling out to Spawn, but after a harsh thrust in, enough to make them see stars, they changed it immediately back to Seven.
007n7 wasn't any better, whimpering and huffing while his glasses began to slip off his face. He didn't have time to readjust them, so eventually they tumbled to the bed. His burger beanie was loose, his hair messy from when Two Time was playing with it before. The hacker breathed in sharply every time he felt Two Time tighten their walls.
“So, so eager──I had, ah, I had a prediction that you'd want this! I'm so glad, so glad that you feel this way with me! I'm so blessed── I'm so-!”
007n7’s face was flushing with heat, heart clenching from Two Time’s words. The hacker didn't even think he'd ever do something like this. Sure, he's had his days where he daydreamt himself, holding Two Time and mumbling sweet words, but this was…
Suddenly he became aware of where he was, in an empty cabin with the cultist riding him. Their voices and gasps were loud, weren't they?
Oh lord. The thought of being caught with the cultist in the cabin. That's enough for 007n7 to lean closer, sitting up, and wrap his arms around their waist.
“Huh-?”
007n7’s eyes were buried into Two Time’s shoulder while he continued to thrust. The other follows, rolling and clutching their fingers into the back of the hacker’s sweater. They were both getting there, teary eyed. The cultist was pleading for the other to come already before the others saw.
Two Time was not only surprised by the sudden change, but from how 007n7 whimpered for them. For them to keep up, for them to roll their hips more and more.
“Please, c'mon, c'mon, don't slow down, I'm so close──”
Damn it, that's so cute. Two Time obeys, their squeaks and huffs muffled against 007n7’s sweater.
“I'm getting there, hah── Hmm! Seven, sweet Seven──”
They felt blissful to have such a sweet thing to beg for them, to help him──
Before the thought was fully made, they felt a pulse in their region. Two Time wheezed as their hips come to a stop when 007n7 clutches them in place. His entire length was deep in, throbbing as the hacker’s teeth made their place in Two Time’s nape of their neck. The way he clamped his jaw down, the cultist was damn sure it would leave a crescent scar.
Shivering from how quickly 007n7 released inside, Two Time sat still. They weren't expecting the other to come inside. Was it an issue? No, but…
They were so stunned, it took a while for Two Time to finally relax their shoulders and feel the tingling pain. Their lower back, their shoulder, the nails that dug deep in their thighs.
Spawn has blessed them.
It took what felt like a lifetime for the two to unwind. They melt like butter, mixing with limbs and laying on the bed. Two Time on the left, 007n7 on his right. Their legs press together, tangled, and Two Time shivers from the hot seed that drips in-between their thighs.
They keep their forehead pressed, below 007n7’s chin. The older one traces his fingertips along Two Time’s shoulder blades.
The cultist was mumbling to themselves, something about thanking someone… something about devotion?
“Cut that out.” 007n7 snickered, “Let yourself breathe for a bit.”
“I'm almost done, do not interrupt me.”
“What are you even praying for? We just…”
Two Time hums once they finish their thoughts, lazily pressing their lips against 007n7’s, “To make sure I stay with you after this.”
Fingers lazily glide, tangled in Two Time's hair as 007n7 mindlessly leaned forward. His words brush Two Time’s forehead, “You know, you could just ask me. I'm right here.”
A squeak! It surprised Two Time after they made it, and they happily shuffled their head against the other, “Yes please. I don't want to leave just yet. I'm… hmm…”
A yawn, and 007n7 follows. Seems like they both agreed with the same thing, cuddling and drifting their eyelids closed. They can just clean up later. Who cares anymore…