Prisonstuck X

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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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all my weeping it's true

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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.."

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"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."

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

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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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Dualscar wraps his arms around Psiioniic, clinging to him, tight and needy, and buries his nose in the other troll's hair.

"I'm trying, I don't wwant to hurt you again..." God, they are so fucked. In every way imaginable, they are completely and totally fucked.

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That is the plain and simple truth of the matter. There's no other way to put it.

Still tired, Psiioniic dares to let his eyes slip shut a bit and nuzzles his nose against Dualscar's throat. "You'll get uthed to it. We'll... figure it out, or thomething."

ahahaha, my account expired, and I'm laughing at what icons they left me with

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"Yeah. I'll... I'll try." Dualscar closes his eyes and breathes deep, smelling Psiioniic's hair and feeling his comforting weight in his arms.

He's quiet for a bit, letting himself calm down, waiting for his heart to stop pounding and his highblood rage to settle. He knows he should put Psiioniic back in the recuperacoon and go to their young guest, but not yet. Not just yet.

alas you poor soul

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So basically his nostril is going to be full of oranges. At least by this point, Dualscar should be used to it.

For the most part, Psiioniic simply keeps himself still as well. He's too tired to figure out how to make things right between them. At some point, he shifts his hand, running it beneath Dualscar's shirt and rubbing lightly near his gills.

they left me this one!

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Well, gill play goes a long way towards making things right again!

Dualscar tenses up a bit, then relaxes again. There's nothing threatening or intimidating about the way Psiioniic is toying with his sides; it actually feels kind of good.

"Thought you wwere tired."

they know us so well

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"I'm jutht rubbing at your ribth."

Really.

they know my priorities

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"You're trying to play wwith my gills."

Really.

well they are great priorities

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"Not my fault your gillth are near your ribth."

Really.

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"Wwell, stop it. You're starting something you probably don't wwant to finish."

Seriously.

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Well, when you put it like that, Dualscar....

Psiioniic's fingers pause for a moment, only for a soft, warm energy to take their place, shifting closer and closer to Dualscar's gills.

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Oh. Well then.

Dualscar shamelessly moves, shifting closer towards the warmth of the psionics. Yes, good, lightshows. His gills aren't open yet, but they could be, very easily.

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Just for the record? Psiioniic will be playing the role of "Not Even Going To Move" during this little production. In other words, he is perfectly comfortable just laying here and you aren't getting him to move, Dualscar.

His psionics are a different matter. The finally wash over his gills, seeping past the sealed shut barriers and just lingering against soft filaments.

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Um, okay. Dualscar isn't quite sure how he feels about that. A completely limp, unresisting lowblood on his lap is a little too much like the troll he used to be, and he doesn't know that he likes it.

But he does like the warmth over his gills, and he gasps a little when the light sinks into them, making a pleased, rumbling whale sound deep in his chest. Shyly, he strokes his hands down Psiioniic's back and lets them hover just over his ass.

"Is this okay?" he whispers. See, he's asking permission! Progress!

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That seems to finally earn a slight snicker. "I don't really have the energy to throw you down like latht night. But if you can't rethitht my fine butt, I won't complain."

As if to encourage him, the psionics begin to travel across his muscles, dragging themselves until they reach the other set of gills. The power on the first set weakens just a bit, just to tease him.