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The day started off as a normal day in the circus. Ticket Taker was making breakfast. Jester was muttering somthing in Portuguese. The Doctor was hacking away at god knows what. Pierrot and Harlequin were fighting- well that can’t be right…the pair weren’t fighting today. No today…today they were sitting calmly in each other’s presence at the table. Now how could that have happened?
Let’s rewind, the night before;
The Harlequin laid -more like squalled- in bed. Limbs out in every which way, hat and over coat lazily thrown off. Why? Because of a certain silver haired circus member.
“This is stupid” Harlequin stated as he rose from his bed after about 2 hours of lying perfectly still, trying his hardest not to think about his crush fellow performer.
He had spent the few months, maybe even years; Steadily becoming more and more enthralled in the monster. He couldn’t help it, Pierrot was sweet, sentimental even. He was tall, he was pretty, he pulled his bangs back with the annoyingly cute red ribbon when he was relaxing- “Ugh! This isn’t working”
The smaller performer groaned as he paced around his black and green themed tent. He was hopeless, utterly hopeless. How could anyone want him? A provocative, annoying, jealous, pathetic, stupid fucking clown like him could never dream of even being liked by someone as grand as Pierrot. It was better to be hated and noticed by the red member than to not be seen at all.
The few months after Harlequin euthanized -butchered and cannibalized- Pierrot’s lover, the taller would not even look at Harlequin. It broke his heart, it broke his spirit, it ended in him breaking many of his own bones. He had to do it, it’s not like they could just starve. The girl was going to die anyway! She was sick! Weak! Why should her lover- why should Pierrot have had to starve with her? It didn’t make sense to Harlequin. She didn’t deserve what she had. He would have given his body up to Pierrot but that would have been a waste. He wouldn’t have eaten it anyway. It’s not like Pierrot would eat any of his fellow circus members without struggle. And god did he struggle. The memory of it gave Harlequin a painful feeling in his stomach. Not like that was much different than he usually felt.
“Please! Harlequin please! Don’t take her away! I’m begging you please!” The red actor screamed out in agony as Harlequin walked towards his Columbina with claws drawn. He rattled on the cage with as much strength as he could but he was far too weak, far too close to death, to break free. “H-Harlequin- please- I-I don’t wanna die”
The weak girl cried out, barely alive enough to even scream. Harlequin gave her one final glance, one of pure guilt, before sinking his claws in.
The room shook with a shattering scream, not from the girl, but from her lover. Pierrot gripped the bars so tightly they bent, his hands grew bloody. He collapsed, whether it be from exhaustion or pure heartbreak was unclear but by the time he awoke the scent of iron hung heavy in the air and he was the only one left in his cage. The others had been presumably freed by the Harlequin and were eating -feasting- upon his lover, his Colombina. He felt the need to scream, but he couldn’t, not anymore. The Harlequin walked over, slowly, fresh blood on his teeth but he looked more filled with sorrow than he did with satisfaction.
“Eat” The green one commanded, holding out a piece of freshly torn meat, looking him in the eyes.
Pierrot didn’t need to say anything, they both knew he wouldn’t eat it voluntarily.
“Your weak, you must eat” The Harlequin repeated, this time more insistent, holding out the meat.
“You are an animal…” Pierrot once again refused, meeting Harlequins guilty eyes with one’s filled with loathe. How could he ever forgive someone like him. The one who took away his lover, his angel, his everything “Eat damn it!”
The meat was forced into his mouth with smaller, trembling hands. Pierrot of course tried to reject it but by the fact he was being force fed, choked, and starved all at once. He swallowed it with pure hatred in the end. Looking up at the black haired fool he spoke.
“I will never forgive you…”
The smaller actor replied with a grief ridden but knowing face.
“I know”
Harlequin wiped his eyes, he didn’t even know he was crying. How long had he been pacing? A long while seeing as the sun had set and the ground had a distinct pattern in it. He decided it was about time he got out of his tent. Not bothering to put his coat back on he ungracefully opened the tent door. Shivering in the flow of cold air that hit his horns. He went out to find a place to rest, all he ended up finding was test of willpower.
Pierrot sat atop the small hill, leaning against the one tree that managed to grow. He rubbed at his eyes as they welled with tears. How could his darling MC not want him? How could she be so afraid of him? Afraid of what he’ll do to her? Columbina never- no…she was in the past. But Pierrot couldn’t help think. Could he ever truly love MC without hurting them? He’d never dare hurt them…no, he’d never forgive himself. So he sat atop that hill, silent tears running down his face and that’s how Harlequin found him.
“What are you doing?” The shorter performer asked in a teasing but slightly held back tone as he looked down. The taller did not respond, which wasn’t totally unexpected. Pierrot was the silent one after all.
“Is it about that human?”
Pierrot shot him a glare, but that confirmed Harlequins suspicions.
In a mild boost of confidence Harlequin took a seat a few feet to the left of Pierrot. Hopefully, Pierrot left his knives in his tent, but that was probably a long shot.
Pierrot glanced over at Harlequin, why was he here. He didn’t need that fool, he could handle this himself. But the red clown had to admit, it was nice having someone there.
“My darling…does not enjoy my company” Pierrot said in a slightly shaky voice. Harlequin could have smiled in that moment, he knew a human could never love a freak like them. It just wasn’t possible, simple biology even. But he didn’t…he did gave a retort though.
“Pierrot…don’t you believe that’s for the best?” Harlequin asked, the other gave him a both puzzled and annoyed look.
“They are a human, they wouldn’t be able to handle…you” Harlequin couldn’t help but add in an innuendo, I mean, he wasn’t wrong. He’d had his fair amount of dams and dames yet none of them were satisfying. They were too fragile…they were tasty though.
“Are you saying my darling would be injured…by my…?” Pierrot looked utterly hopeless in that moment from confusion and heartbreak.
“Their so small compared to you, even in height…you really do act like a virgin sometimes…” Harlequin teased, Pierrot glared at him.
“Pierrot you know it’s true-“
“Well how am I to move on from my love?” Harlequin was shocked by the question, he had assumed that Pierrot would just kidnapped the poor human.
“You could…find someone else.”
Harlequin turned to face Pierrot, being met by his big golden eyes. He might be able to live forever, just staring into them; and Pierrot stared back. Silently, they sat, they stayed for only a short time but to the pair it felt much longer.
“Pierrot…”
The green monster tested, seeing how his stage partner would react. Pierrot stayed silent, watching him blankly.
“Have you ever thought to…perhaps date another circus member…someone who could handle you?”Harlequin dug his claws into his hand, drawing blood. Was he actually doing this? God he is such an idiot, Pierrot was never going to talk to him again.
“Harlequin…” The taller gentleman spoke softly, slowly, looking down at Harlequins hands.
“Are you…asking me to court you?”
Pierrot was stunned, shocked, his first loves murder, his enemy, asking to keep company with him? He should have hated the thought. He should have stabbed Harlequin right then and there. But he didn’t…he felt warm, and before he realized his cheeks were dusted pink.
“Is this your way of accepting?”
The smaller teased though he was definitely treading lightly with the jokes. Pierrot looked his in the eyes. “Yes.”
Harlequin blushed hard, porcelain mask now beat red. His hands dug deeper into his palms. The taller of the two gently grabbed his hands.
“Do not injure yourself, Harlequin.”
“Says you…”
Was all the injured clown could retort, too frazzled by it all to even have a witty comeback. He would continue to be utterly useless as Pierrot picked him up bridal style and calmly walked him into his tent.
“PieRRO-“ He screamed, sounding particularly similar to a young girl. There weren’t many people who could pick up someone of his height, even if he was the second to shortest of the circus members. Pierrot didn’t seem to mind his squirming and laid the green performer on his red checkered bed. Pierrot gathered his supplies and delicately wrapped Harlequins injured hand, undoubtedly having learned the technique from his own injuries. Harlequin didn’t speak, didn’t mutter any banter, he simply watched the other man so tenderly bandage him. That was until his brain couldn’t handle the thought of being cared for and he commented.
“If you wanted me so bad you should have just said so” He teased, at first regretting it, then not so much as Pierrot moved his hand from Harlequin palm to his shoulder, towering over him.
“And if I said so?” The red performer asked with a burst of confidence, this seemed to be the same of Harlequin as he said.
“Then I would have told you to take the stupid hat off.”
Pierrot watched Harlequin, as he weighed his options. But in the end decided he could punish the snake tongued performer later.
He removed his hat with a graceful yank and did the same with his over coat. Both performers being left in thin undershirts and pants. Harlequin was the first to remove his shirt but was quickly stoped by Pierrots hands as he grabbed onto the undershirt and unbutton it with his own hands. Harlequin used the opportunity to reach up, one hand at the base of his silver hair and the other on his lower back. The green preformed pulled his counterpart in, kissing him deeply. The red clown replied by pulling him deeper, pushing Harlequin against the bed. Harlequin pulled his arms back and rolled his shirt off his shoulders before attacking Pierrot again. Wrapping his arms around the taller man’s waist and now pushing him onto the bed. Quickly climbing on top of Pierrot and ripping his shirt off. Pierrot glared at him but said nothing more. Harlequin bit into the golden eyed actors neck, causing Pierrot to arch his back with a light gasp. The red performer grabbed the other chest, rolling his nipples in his palms. Harlequin released his bite as he groaned, allowed Pierrot to get back on top of his lover.
“You’re so pretty, my dear, under me…”
The shorter huffed at the compliment and start removing Pierrots pants, pulling at the excessive zippers and buttons (they weren’t excessive, he was just horny). Pierrot got the message and grabbed the shorter, pulling him into another kiss. By the time they were out of breath Pierrot was only in his boxers, his very tight boxers seeing as his hard member was pushing through the fabric.
“Wow all this and we’ve barely started?” The taller man’s blushed but didn’t falter. He grabbed at Harlequins waist line and looked up at him, proceeding to remove them quickly after receiving a nod. Pierrot wasn’t as skilled as Harlequin though, and ended up pulling off both boxers and pants. Which was of course the end goal, but currently it resulted in Pierrot staring and slightly drooling while Harlequin blushed and berated him. “Don’t just stare!”
The shorter clown pulled at the tallers actors shoulder, becoming the top again. “And fix your drooling problem…”
With a glance up and an enthusiastic nod Harlequin removed the others boxers. And now he understood why Pierrot had been staring. Cause yeah, that was pretty fucking hot. “Holy shit…”
Pierrot was about to comment when two warm hands wrapped around his cock. He threw his head back with a loud moan as Harlequin began stroking him.
“Your so- exquisite, my love” Harlequin blush at being called ‘my love’ and went faster to reward punish his mate.
Pierrot gripped the sheets, moaning louder.
“Harlequ-“
“I know.” the green clown replied quickly, seeing the way his other was gripping the sheets. He wasn’t going to last long, god he really was a virgin. This also made him easy to flip over, and even easier to climb on top. Pierrot whimpered at the lack of contact but quickly shut up when he became face down in the sheets with those same fingers rimming his ass. Harlequin paused for a moment.
“Do you have-“
Pierrot pointed quickly, waiting in anticipation, Harlequin got back quickly, with sufficient lube he eased a finger into the red performer. Who which in return gave a few whimpers. He then added another finger, hearing the loudening whimpers from Pierrot, Harlequin couldn’t help but rub against himself as he scissored the clowns ass. “Harlequin please-“
The green clown smiled adding a third finger and receiving another moan.
“So needy you are…” The taller gave a pathetic sound and Harlequins self control shut down. He removed his finger and lined his dick up with the rim of his lover. Slowly he eased his member inside the tight hole. Pierrot moaned out, cock leaking on the sheets. “So big-“
The comment only encouraged Harlequin further as he bottomed out in him with a groan. He received a loud moan, along with hands fisting the sheets.
“You really are a virgin Pierrot…”
He teased the taller man, while also letting him get used to the large member shoved in his guts. Once Pierrot started whining again he knew it was time to pick up the pace.
Harlequin grabbed his co-performer by the waist and slowly started thrusting in and out of him. Which after only 2 or 3 thrusts divulged into harder and quicker pumps. Pierrot cried out and Harlequin groaned to.
“I can’t hold-“ Pierrot tried to speak but a hand quickly came around his mouth, the hand wrapping around his cock. In time with his thrusts, Harlequin stoked Pierrot. The red clown couldn’t hold himself back as his moans turned more into screams. He gave a loud whimper, his mates cock hitting him in just the right spot as he came. White spurts of cum coated the bed and Harlequins hand. Feeling Pierrots ass clench around his cock, Harlquin thrusted as deep as he could as he came, collapsing on Pierrots back. Both men laid there for a few minutes, catching their breath before Pierrot said. “Let me…let me pleasure you, my darling”
Harlequin, now exhausted, looked over at Pierrot and how his cock was already rising again like a goddamn zombie. “Jesus Christ your pent up…”
Pierrot simply giggled as he got up, turning Harlquin to be face up as he grabbed his thighs. Being as unexperienced as he was Pierrot shoved two fingers into the still recovering Harlequin.
“FUCK-“
Harlequin moaned at the jarring pressure in his ass. Pierrot stopped moving and stood like a sad dog.
“Did I hurt my darling…?”
Harlequin caught his breath and rolled his eyes at Pierrots face.
“No, just slow down, it’s not a race”
Pierrot followed instructions, followed them a bit too well as he very slowly warmed up Harlequins ass. By the time his ass was ready his cock had been for a long time. But he didn’t say anything, it was Pierrots first time after all. Pierrot looked down at Harlequin, asking permission to add his dick. The green performer giggled and nodded at the cautious look.
Pierrot slowly sank into Harlequin, afraid to hurt him. Harlequin arch his back, feeling the mass of his partners length. Pierrot slowly began thrusting, very very slowly.
“Faster! Fuck-“
Harlequin moaned out, which is when Pierrot turned from scared lover to absolute beast. Setting a harsh pace Pierrot slammed into Harlequin, using him like a fuck toy while praising him.
“You doing so good- god- your so beautiful-“
Harlequin grabbed onto the red clowns back, nails scratching the skin but neither cared.
“ShIT- slow down!”
The cry fell soon deaf ears as Pierrot continued to ram into him, groaning and praising him with every harsh inch he took. Harlequin arch his back again as Pierrot started hitting his prostate over and over again.
“FUCK PIERROT” Pierrot grinned, going harsher. “Are you enjoying that my darling?”
He was met with louder moans and then stillness as Harlequin came all over himself. Pierrot kept fucking him, through his orgasm and after. Until he slammed into his ass and came inside him, moaning and whimpering as he released. Which earned a whimper from Harlequin.
They both collapsed, laying in Pierrot’s bed. They mildly cleaned up, throwing the soiled bed sheet on the ground and wiping themselves off. Pierrot grabbed another blanket and they both fell asleep in bed quickly, exhausted from the night.
And that is why the two now sat silently at breakfast. Harlequin with still drying curls and Pierrot with a new set of boxers. Happy in each other’s company, and confusing the shit out of the other three.
“Are they high?”
Jester finally asked.