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Prisonstuck X

Dualscar wakes up early, his eyes opening under the water and just staring at the ceiling for a moment. Did he really sleep the entire night and day away? It feels like it; it feels like he's been under for a long, long time, and he woke up feeling rested and relaxed for the first time in perigrees.

Then he remembers exactly why he slept so well, and he can feel a flush of purple rise on his face. He tentatively moves his legs and hips; he's sore, but it's a deep, pleasant ache, nothing that he can't work through just by moving around. And there's something he needs to do today, something important... oh yes. The little helmsman is getting delivered today.

That thought gets him out of the shallow pool where he'd slept, and he sits up, gasping quietly as he switches back to using his lungs and his gills seal themselves shut on his sides.

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"Full of wiring and feeling like hell, what do you think?" Slipping inside fully, he immediately goes to lay down against Dualscar's chest. Sorry, was this pile a one troll type of gig? Not anymore. Practically clinging to the other like a koala, he gives a low growl.

"The hemothpectrum can rot in a meteor headed thtraight for the thun. Fuck thith. Fuck the whole thing!"

Oh, whelp, guess he's got a psionic all cuddled up on top of him then. Dualscar freezes for a moment, unsure of what to do, before putting an arm gently around the Psiioniic's shoulders and patting him awkwardly on the back.

"Day after tomorroww, the blueblood wwill be here to take her wwires out."

It's a cold comfort, but it's all he's got right now.

"You'd think he could come fathter..." But it's just complaining because there's honestly nothing he can do right now. It's a horrible feeling and he wants to tear things asunder for it.

"God, 22... What am I going to do?" A sigh and he holds on harder, shaking in anger and fear. "That'sth a hypothetical, everything ith fucked for me and I know it."

Dualscar holds tighter, shaking his head slowly back and forth. He wishes he had an answer; he wishes he knew.

"Artollo... there is... there is one thing..."

He's quiet for a brief second at those words. On one hand, he isn't quite sure, so much paranoia and pessimism built up over the sweeps that he's so sure he's doomed. On the other hand.. Dualscar suggested the move into this hive, so...

"What?"

Unless he's just giving more bad news, but he's prepared for that.

"At the last moment... I could cull you."

There it is. Dualscar has killed prisoners before, their breaking ending with them completely and totally broken, in every way imaginable. It wouldn't be the first time, but it would be the last.

...Oh.

Slowly, Psiioniic untangles from Dualscar and pushes himself up so he can stare down at him. Silence as he looks over his face, the look in his eyes, the way his mouth is formed...

"Could you do that?"

Dualscar lets go, giving the Psiioniic his space, but he looks up at him when he asks that question. He looks into the face of the troll he's given himself to, completely and totally, and knows that he wants to remember him like this, not the way he would become as a helmsman.

"Yes."

He could do it. He knows he can... he's sure...

"You can't back out." Shifting closer, he cups Dualscar's face with one hand and presses their foreheads together. "I won't be able to live with it, Trafal. I can't. Tho if you're going to kill me..." His voice shakes, just slightly. "Keep to it."

"I wwon't... I wwon't let them do that to you." Dualscar reaches up and circles his fingers around the Psiioniic's wrist, pressing his head forward, close against the other troll's. Besides his face, his fins swirl and dip, not saying anything but fanning towards the Psiioniic, reaching out to brush at his cheeks. "I wwon't let them change you."

It should be easy, dying. Hadn't he come close to it a thousand times before he met Signless, before he decided to make something of himself? He always said he'd die before becoming a Helmsman anyway...

But he's still shaking. Just slightly.

"Make it quick." His eyes close, body tense. "Through the throat thould do it."

"I'm not going to do it noww!"

God, Psiioniic, the way you're tensing up like that, Dualscar thinks you intend for him to do it immediately! He pushes out, shoving the Psiioniic off his lap and staring at him with horrified eyes.

"Wwe'll wwait, it might be swweeps before your friends are captured, I'm not culling you in here!"

Ow shit fuck right on his ass. Thank you for that, Dualscar. But Psiioniic doesn't even seem faintly bothered. He's out of energy. He can't do this right now. He can't do a lot of things right now. Death or sleep would be beautiful things.

"I never thaid you had to do it right now. I'm jutht telling you how you thould do it."

"You act like I've never done it before," Dualscar grouses, but it's complaining to cover up how difficult this is to talk about. He climbs off his cushion pile and tries to gather the Psiioniic into his arms so he can drop him in the recuperacoon.

Psiioniic is, for the most part, limp in Dualscar's grasp. He only stirs once they're closer to the recuperacoon. "I have to watch over Nica.."

"I'll keep an eye on her." Dualscar lowers the Psiioniic into the recuperacoon, letting the slime fold over and around him. "You can't help her if you're exhausted."

A wiggle and a tired glower. "I can, I know how."

"I knoww you do. But just this once, let me do it instead, yeah?"

Dualscar will read to her if she wakes up.

He looks down at the Psiioniic, his expression conflicted, before he practically lunges downward to catch his mouth in a rough, bruising kiss, his hands rising and gripping the other troll's shoulders hard, desperately, like he never wants to let him go.

Psiioniic is just about to complain about that some more when he's suddenly being pressed against and lips are harshly snagging on his. Without thinking, he reaches up with sopor slick hands and tangles his fingers in Dualscar's hair, pressing against the back of his neck.

On some level, Dualscar realizes that he's being too rough, but it's also been a very long, very stressful day, and dammit, he needs this, he needs this closeness and affection and all he really knows is hate and violence. He's learning, but it's still easier to return to what is familiar.

He makes a low, growling sound in the back of his throat and probes at Psiioniic's lips with his tongue, not even caring as slime drips out of his hair and onto his face.

The roughness, he could take, particularly in this heat of the moment. It's the growl that breaks through to him and makes him realize this isn't how it's supposed to be. A low, muffled deer noise and Psiioniic keeps his lips shut tight. A softer touch is going to be needed for a proper kiss, as he certainly refuses to give in now.

Dualscar snarls when he realizes he's been shut down, but the deer noise gets through to him, and he abruptly pulls back, stepping away from the recuperacoon.

"Sorry, sorry, just... fuck!" He runs his hands through his hair, trying to comb out the slime and distract himself, both from what he'd just been about to do and from the blood pounding through his bulge.

So much for sleep. Pulling himself up, Psiioniic's eyes flash and energy is suddenly pulling at Dualscar back towards the pile of pillows. The same energy wipes Psiioniic free of sopor as he gets out of the recuperacoon. "22, calm down." It's said calmly, or maybe that's just exhaustion speaking.

Dualscar squirms when the psionics catch him, but he quickly realizes that Psiioniic isn't trying to hurt him, and relents. He allows himself to be pushed into the pillow pile with a minimum of ill grace, and once there, roughly rubs at his face and eyes.

"I didn't mean that." Except he did, and that's the worst part. He was completely ready to take Psiioniic again, throw him over the recuperacoon and have his way, and it was only the soft, upset deer noises that snapped him out of it. Deep in his throat, he makes a low, mournful whale sound.

"Mmn." Slightly disbelieving noise, that. Psiioniic knows better than to trust those words so easily, as much as he loves the stupid seadweller he's stuck with. Without much elegance, he flops back on top of Dualscar again and presses his bony chin to his shoulder. "Wouldn't have let you do it anyway." He has more than just fists and a knife now, after all. "I'll tell you when you meth up."

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and suddenly Dualscar ends up becoming Judas and blowing everything for the Holy Bros

darnit, Dualscar

he hesitates at the last moment, and the Imperial Troops bust in and take the Psiioniic away

this is like the one thing he had to NOT BONE UP sob

he paused because he wanted to tell him he loved him one last time...

crying kathryn i hate you all my tears

you love me and you know it!

all my weeping it's true

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