badpirattitude | Prisonstuck VIII, continued from LJ

Prisonstuck VIII, continued from LJ

[For someone who claimed he didn't need to rest, the Psiioniic has been sleeping for a long time.]

[Dualscar supposes a manic episode like he had earlier could really take it out of a troll, not to mention the fight in the prison the day before, and being a prisoner, and before that on the run, and before that a slave, and everything else running backwards through the Psiioniic's entire miserable life. Besides all that, living with him, Dualscar, can't be easy, even if it's only been a day, and he half-expects the Psiioniic to ask him to be returned to the prison when he wakes up.]

[Dualscar hasn't slept at all, not really. He can doze in a recuperacoon, but to really sleep, he needs to be underwater. There's nothing physically preventing him from sleeping on land, but for the mental tick that forces his gills open an hour into sleep and leaves him gasping painfully for breath a moment later. He knows well enough why that happens, but he pushes it away every time it creeps into the corners of his mind, nibbling at the edges of his sanity like a longtailed squeakbeast. Either way, he's still curled around the Psiioniic, spooning up behind him while he sleeps, and waiting for him to awake.]

[Waiting, and thinking about all they spoke of the day before.]

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[What, go back to a prison and away from this glorious library? Dualscar, please. You underestimate the Psiioniic's utter nerdery.]

[You also underestimate his affection for you, but that's okay. In all honesty, he isn't quite sure of its depths either. A part of him that still has reservations about this whole thing- which is a rather large part- isn't sure he wants to know.]

[As awakening comes to him, he's aware of the presence still at his back. It's comforting to have that again- someone being there. All this time around other trolls has left him with this need for someone, anyone, to be there.]

[Gently, just to show he's awake, he guides one hand down to lay over Dualscar's.]

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[Either that or he underestimates his own appeal. Dualscar knows he's good at blackrom, but anything even faintly red and he's completely lost. He's spent most of the time while the Psiioniic slept convincing himself that he's irreparably screwed up everything.]

[But then the Psiioniic puts his hand over his, and Dualscar makes a soft, surprised sound. Before he can overthink it, he curls his fingers through the Psiioniic's, joining their hands together.]

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[Funny, sounds like every other moment of his life, too.]

[As the slime warms around their fingers, faintly, he wonders what this makes them. He half knows, half doesn't. They've never said anything to one another about it, just awkward steps with neither of them knowing the way.]

You're alright?

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Fine.

[Hell, Dualscar doesn't know. He doesn't know anything about this flushed stuff, nothing at all! He thought the Psiioniic was the one who knew what was up.]

Did you sleep wwell?

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[He thought he knew, too. And then he started making out with the person who was interrogating him. It's easy to lose track of what you know after things like that.]

Yeah. I'm fine. [Twisting in Dualscar's embrace, he tries to face the other.] You didn't... change your mind?

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[Dualscar thought he knew, too. He thought he had his whole life--his whole long, lonely life--laid out in front of him... until he met a mustardblooded prisoner who couldn't be broken, who drew pictures on the wall with him, who actually listened and had the globes to argue with him, and who told him about a world where they could be together if they wanted to, where they could be free.]

[He loosens his arms long enough for the Psiioniic to squirm around and face them, then pulls them tight once more.]

No. I'll still help you. All of you.

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...Good.

[Tucking his head beneath Dualscar's chin, the Psiioniic idly lets his free hand wander across the seadweller's chest. While he's never truly focused on it before, it's still strange and maybe reassuring to feel how different the other is from himself. Muscular and broad in comparison to someone thin and lean...]

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... yeah.

[Dualscar holds still, and he totally didn't freeze up a little when the Psiioniic tucked his head under his chin. No, that is totally not what happened there. And his arms aren't a little stiff and unsure around the other troll, not at all, he is completely and totally confident in this, yes.]

[Dualscar watches as the Psiioniic's hand traces over his chest. The light, gently exploring touch feels good, better than he would have thought.]

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[Of course. Nothing but the most confident person in all of Alternia. Especially when it comes to flushed romances, oh no doubt. Now just shush and let Psii handle all of this. He likes this much sturdier form against his. While he will never admit it, it's nice to have something... sturdy to rely on. Not that he can give all of his trust to Dualscar just yet- even if he's already given so much to him already- but still.]

[Still.]

[A soft sigh goes off against Dualscar's through and the Psiioniic runs his hands down further, drifting it against his stomach and ribs. Tentatively, he presses closer, lips pressing against the pulse point of his throat-]

[RRRRRRRRRRRROWL.]

[Psii freezes. Perhaps- just perhaps- the tip of his nose and his ears turn yellow.]

[God. Dammit. Fucking. Stomach.]

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[Dualscar holds still, and hopes the Psiioniic doesn't notice how his breath catches in his throat when he runs his hand over his ribcage. What is this, exploring someone else's body and not trying to hurt them? How do?]

[Tentatively, Dualscar moves one hand, running it down the bumps that form the Psiioniic's spine... and then the other troll growls at him!]

[No. No, wait, that wasn't a growl. That was the Psiioniic's stomach, making its presence known. If he was really growling, he'd probably have bitten Dualscar's neck by now.]

You're hungry.

[Not a question, just a statement of fact.]

[Dualscar carefully untangles himself and leans over the edge of the recuperacoon, scrounging around for the bell that he knows is there, even if it isn't often used.]

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It ithn't that big of a deal.

[Disappointed at the lack of body, the Psiioniic begins to pull himself up and out of the slime as well with his best poker face in place.]

I can ignore food for a little while. I'm uthed to it.

[And he really liked all that soft touching, thank you, can we can get back to that?]

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You probably collapse all the time because you don't eat enough.

[Dualscar finds the bell and rings it, leaning over the edge of the recuperacoon and waiting. Within moments, a drone is chattering on the other side of the door.]

Food! Bring us food!

[Dualscar yells it through the door, then sinks back into the slime, looking up at the Psiioniic expectantly. What, he didn't think they'd actually have to get up and walk to the kitchen, did he?]

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Not all. [He says it so dismissively.] I've alwayth had trouble getting a hold of food. What I got back ath a thlave wath half likely to make me thick than it wath to get me through the day.

[Well, it would help him stretch out his muscles a bit. He's not going to get healthy again just by being lazy, you know. Settling himself against the lip of the recuperacoon, long legs stretched out, he just quirks an eyebrow down at Dualscar.]

Tho. Ith there anything elthe of interetht in your hive?

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[Awww, Dualscar was hoping for more... whatever you call soft touching where you aren't trying to hurt the other troll. He sits up, though, and leans his back against the side of the recuperacoon, his lower half still engulfed in slime.]

That wwon't be a problem here. Wwhatever you wwant to eat, it can be arranged. Simply let myself or one of the drones knoww.

[Now he feels... kind of bad. Even though he doesn't have slaves, exactly, he doesn't buy the best food for his drones, either. He makes a mental note to go over their food order and get some better stuff for them.]

This part of the hive is mostly a guest wwing. My quarters are mostly underwwater.

[Answer: no. The library is the best part of the hive.]

You're wwelcome to explore, though, and decide for yourself.

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[Cuddling. That would be cuddling, Dualscar. And sometimes foreplay.]

What, and let mythelf get thoft? Jutht becauthe I'm a 'taken' troll doethn't mean I thould let mythelf get out of thape.

[Y...es... Staying in shape means being used to starvation. At least for an on the run ex-slave now-rebel.]

I'll be thure to take a look, don't worry. What did you think I wath doing before you came out from your roomth below? I'll be fine, don't worry. Although it mutht be a pain to keep your quarterth underwater, even if you are a theatroll.

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I figured you were being nosy, actually.

[Shadow of a grin.]

Glad to knoww I wwasn't wwrong.

[He looks a bit confused, though, at that last comment.]

Wwhy wwouldn't I wwant it to be underwwater? I prefer being underwwater.

That ath well.

[Shrug. It helps to be nosy because too much information is never a bad thing. The look of confusion on Dualscar's face makes him smirk a bit, and he nudges the others knee with his foot.]

Everything getsth tho wet.

But I like it wwet.

[Sorry, Psiioniic, your teasing is going straight over his head.]

[Fortunately, they're interrupted by a knock on the door, and Dualscar climbs out of the recuperacoon, the slime dripping off his bare chest and running down his legs. He ambles to the door, triggering a mechanism that opens a window in it, and accepts the offered tray of food.]

Here. Eat.

[He sets the tray on one of the tables, then starts searching around for a towel to dry the rest of the slime off.]

[It's a shame that the state of the Psiioniic's eyes ruin such a perfectly fine eye roll, but that's life. As Dualscar goes to the door, the Psiioniic carefully positions himself on the edge of the recuperacoon. Without even thinking twice about it, he begins to subconsciously wipe the slime from his arms back into the coon. Old habits die hard, and it's a habit that's saved him rest by saving up slime.]

Fine, fine. You can quit being a luthuth any moment now.

[Once he's satisfied with himself, he begins to pick at the food, occasionally and accidentally pricking at his own fingers once he realizes how good this all is and speeds up eating. He eats as if he's scared he won't get a chance to again, with how hurried he is. His expression, however, doesn't mirror the energy in his actions.]

[Dualscar wipes himself clean of slime, and turns around just in time to see the Psiioniic start sucking down food like he's a whale shark and needs to eat all the krill in the ocean just to support his own bulk. He just watches for a moment, almost a little alarmed, before he sits down across from him and selects an orange from the tray, one of the few things that's out of the other troll's immediate reach.]

There's more food in the kitchen. If you're still hungry after this, wwe can get more.

[In other words, don't choke, bro, no one's going to take it away. In the meantime, Dualscar pricks the orange's skin with his claws and starts peeling it.]

Noted.

[A small snort, but at least the Psiioniic becomes a bit more self-aware in that moment. It would almost be embarrassing to realize how desperate he gets sometimes, except sometimes a troll has to lose a little dignity in order to escape with his life. So he slows down...]

[And then stops completely as his nose twitches and catches that familiar scent. With a kind of startled antlerbeast stare, he looks up at the fruit in Dualscar's hands.]

[Dualscar notices the change in the room's atmosphere... or rather, he notices the silence that fills the void after the Psiioniic's ravenous eating. He looks up, and notices the expression on the other troll's face. He looks like he's never seen an orange before, but that is just nonsense, everyone knows what oranges are!]

Do you wwant one?

[There's several on the tray. Dualscar decides to be chivalrous, though, and offers him the half-peeled one.]

[Considering the amount of food on that tray? It's easy for things to go unnoticed. The Psiioniic has promptly decided he won't let something like this slip him by again. There's hardly any prompt needed for him to lean from his chair, nearly falling onto Dualscar's lap as he does so. One hand is absently braced against the table to keep himself steady, but he doesn't pay it much mind.]

[What has his attention is that perfect thing in Dualscar's hand.]

[He wraps his fingers around the others wrist as he bends his head down. Teeth bared, he sinks them into the orange flesh and outright moans at the taste which floods his mouth. Swallowing, he pulls back dazedly only to go back in as his tongue darts out to drag against Dualscar's skin where juice drips down his wrist.]

[Nearly on his lap? Try 'definitely' now.]

[Sweet suffering troll jesus, what the hell just happened?]

[To recap: they were sharing a recuperacoon after the Psiioniic had some kind of temper tantrum angstfit last night, and when the other troll woke up, he was doing that weird "touching without trying hurt" thing he does that is actually kind of nice sometimes. Then he got hungry, and Dualscar ordered him some food from the kitchen, and despite claiming to not need to eat, the Psiioniic was eating like it was all going to disappear in front of him. Dualscar took an orange and started peeling it, and the Psiioniic stared at that orange like it was prey or something, so Dualscar offered it to him, and now he's got another troll in his lap, licking his wrist and moaning like he just got pailed to within an inch of his life.]

[Is the Psiioniic sexually attracted to fruit?]

[Dualscar has frozen, gone completely still, and is just watching with this sort of dazed expression on his face. He knows he missed something, somewhere, but he'll be damned if he can figure out what, exactly.]

[No he isn't.]

[...Okay maybe yes. Kind of. A little. It's just... the smell and the sharp vivid taste, so different from slave gruel or meat, even the spices and herbs that were used to liven up a meal. Pineapple is good too, but oranges, god help him, oranges were...]

[...were making him look like a complete sexual deviant nutjob. Oh.]

[He's in the middle of sucking juice off of Dualscar's fingers when this realization hits him and he comes firmly back to Alternia. There's a small jerk as he freezes up, and then he's moving swiftly into action.]

[That basically translates to 'scrambling off of Dualscar's lap and towards the door with a hurried 'thorry' said. He's out the door in a flash... And then squeezing right back through the opening, remaining oranges stuffed into his pockets and the fruity remnants in Dualscar's hand snatched away.]

[And then he absconds. For real.]

[Dualscar stays in the little room behind the shelf for awhile, completely confused. He flexes his hand a few times, the one the Psiioniic was sucking on, and he swears he can still feel the heat of the other troll's mouth on his fingers.]

[What in the hell just happened?]

[Eventually, he gets up, and shrugs back into his shirt and cape before exiting, carefully closing the room up behind him. He leaves the tray of food, figuring that either the Psiioniic will come back and eat more of it, or the drones will come clean it up.]

Psiioniic? You still in the library?

[If Dualscar cares to use his nose, he'll notice the smell of oranges is still rather strong in the library, and the trail leads to one of the tall ladders in the rows. Quite a few books have been placed in careful stacks near the bottom, and Psiioniic's voice comes from somewhere up there in the shelves.]

...I haven't had orangeth in a long time.

[Dualscar does follow his nose, even if the nose in question works a lot better under water than above it, and finds the stacked books and the gap in the shelves. He looks up at it, bemused.]

I suppose not.

[He stands there for a moment, unsure what to do.]

Do you wwant the drones to bring up more, or do you have enough?

[The question goes ignored.]

I didn't mean to do that to you. Ethpethially when you aren't ready for thomething like that.

[Pinpricks of orange and yellow can be seen over the edge of one shelf as Psiioniic looks down at Dualscar.]

I lotht control a bit. I wath tired.

... I guess.

[Not ready for something like what? Dualscar has no idea what the Psiioniic is getting at, but decides to leave it be.]

If you're going to stay up there, make sure none of those peels get left in the stacks, okay?

Yeth, my luthuth.

[Sarcasm, back in full force. As if he would desecrate this beautiful library with peels. There's a bit of rustling, and then Psiioniic is sliding down the ladder, hopping off at the last second. He straightens up a bit uneasily and looks up at Dualscar carefully. Satisfied with what he apparently sees, he just reaches up and lightly paps the other against the lips.]

I'm more careful than that.

[Dualscar blinks, startled, when the Psiioniic paps him, but is able to recognize it as a pap and not a blow, although one of his hands does clench into a fist for one sharp moment before he relaxes.]

I thought as much.

[Carefully, he reaches out, and aims a clumsy, shy pap at the Psiioniic's elbow.]

Just had to make sure.

[The return pap earns a look of surprise and Psiioniic just stares. The expression softens, however, and he smiles up at the other before turning on his heel and making his way to the exit.]

I'm going to look over the retht of the hive. I'm guething you have a way to get underwater thomewhere?

[From one pocket, he takes out another orange and begins to peel it, stuffing the discarded pieces in the opposite pocket.]

[Immensely pleased that he managed to pap successfully, Dualscar trails after the Psiioniic.]

It's not far from the front entrance, actually. Most of the hive is underwwater, but there should be plenty to keep yourself amused on the landwwalker part.

I'll be fine with jutht the library. [Of course.] I only wanted to know in cathe I needed to find you again.

You thaid the food preparation block wath thith way, right? [He nods his head in one direction.]

Yes, let me showw you.

[Dualscar slides past the Psiioniic and leads the way, his long cape fluttering around his ankles. It's really quite impressive, the way all his clothes are made of the same material and practically repel water... althought that doesn't keep him from leaving little puddles behind him whenever he emerges from his underwater quarters. The Psiioniic will find no carpets anywhere in the hive for this very reason.]

There's a drone whose sole job is wworking in the kitchen, so wwhenever you wwant food, you just have to let it knoww and it wwill make you wwhatever you like.

Whatever I like?

[While he's trying to hide it, the Psiioniic can't help but have some mixed wariness and wonder leak into his voice at the thought. That sounds like far too much choice than he's used to, although that sounds a bit ridiculous when he thinks about it. You can't have too much choice, especially when you've been a slave nearly all your life.]

[It's simply... Whatever he likes? He's only eaten the most basic of recipes for ages that wasn't gruel.]

Wwell, wwhatever you wwant wwithin reason. Don't go requesting fresh wwhale meat every day or anything like that.

[Shit's expensive, yo.]

[Dualscar throws open the doors to the kitchen, leading the Psiioniic into a space full of gleaming appliances, warmth, and delicious smells. A drone trots up, chittering quietly, and Dualscar brushes it aside. It takes one look at the Psiioniic, retreats a few steps... and then offers him another orange.]

That's the drone, obviously. It understands most basic commands that have to do wwith food and likes to please, so don't hesitate to ask anything of it.

[If Dualscar thinks whale meat is going to be expensive, then he clearly doesn't understand the Psiioniic's orange obsession. The one the drone offers is quickly snatched away and hidden on his person before a troll could blink twice.]

I'll be thure to keep it in mind. What do you normally eat?

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I don't have any of his nice faces uploaded, sob

OH DUALSCAR

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inspired by your fic, oh yes

I MIGHT HAVE SUSPECTED AS SUCH...

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I thought I replied to this, whoops