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.]

polariity

[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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[Staring into those mismatched, opaque eyes, Dualscar finds him reassured, and he lets the Psiioniic ease him backwards. There's some fussing and grumbling as he gets their discarded clothing arranged under him, but it doesn't last long, and soon he's laying stretched out, both hands up and reaching, trying to hold on to the other troll in the bath of multicolored moonlight.]

[There's just a bit of a hum as Dualscar touches him, and the Psiioniic allows it, simply keeping himself over the other troll by bracing his elbows against the floor. For now, he seems content to keep their faces pressed together like this. Their hips are brushing against one another, and he isn't straddling Dualscar. Not yet, anyway. His fingers run through that wavy hair once again.]

You athked me once what I liked... But what of you, 22?

[What he likes... what kind of loaded question is that? Dualscar could answer, but he knows the Psiioniic won't like it, considering it would be full of pain and anguish and forcing himself on others. It would be all blackrom, because the simple answer is... he doesn't know. He has no idea what he likes in redrom, because he's never done it before.]

[So instead, he dodges the question and asks one of his own instead.]

Wwhy are you calling me 22?

[The reason for dodging that question is as transparent as clear water, but he won't press it. This will be a learning experience for... both of them, he guesses, and it would make him nervous if he wasn't on yet another end of the emotional spectrum, like always. Calmly, he kisses the other again before trailing the kisses down to his chest. A part of him wants to investigate those gills, but he's never laid with a seadweller before. Would that be acceptable or not? Best to stick with what he knows for now.]

Becauthe I like it. Duality.

[A kiss down to Dualscar's stomach. His hand runs against his hipbone.]

Dualthcar. Two-thcar. And then I thought about it further.

[In his travels downwards, he completely ignores Dualscar's bulge, instead kissing all along his leg and the inside of his thigh. His fingers are fleeting and curious against Dualscar's rear.]

If I wrote it, I'd replace your eth with a two. [Finally stopping, he rests his head on Dualscar's leg to look up at him with a small grin.] And it ith the betht number.

[If he won't call him 'love', then he'll move onto the vastly superior option.]

[That is vastly superior to being called "love."]

[Dualscar thinks on it for a moment, then he grins down at the Psiioniic, a little bit of his old, rakish good humor surfacing.]

You are silly, you knoww that?

[But it sets him at ease, all the same, and he reaches down to run a hand through the Psiioniic's hair, ghosting his fingers over one set of horns.]

It ith perfect logic and not even a horrorterror could convince me otherwithe.

[There's a small laugh and he nods his head up, bumping it against Dualscar's fingers.]

Like it?

[It's the first name, since the one his lusus gave him, that isn't a joke or an insult. And that includes the one everyone knows him by now.]

I do.

[He carefully wraps his fingers around one of the Psiioniic's horns and starts gently rubbing it.]

Heh heh.

[Between the chuckles and the soft appreciative noises he makes at those fingers to his horns, things are going positively wonderful for him. In return, he begins to stroke along the inside of Dualscar's thigh.]

I have more where that came from, you know. Want to squeeze my theorem while I poly your nomial?

[Sadly, the pick up line is only half a jest. The other half? Complete honesty. Math puns are hot and anyone else can go pail themselves if they think opposite.]

[Math puns are hot if you understand them.]

... wwhat?

[Dualscar likes that hand on his thigh, though, so he keeps stroking the Psiioniic's horns.]

[The blank question just makes the Psiioniic laugh, although not in bad nature. He buries his face against Dualscar's leg before peeking up, still all smiles.]

Nevermind.

Yeah, okay.

[Dualscar's legs, almost of their own accord, open a little wider when the Psiioniic hides his face in them, and his fins fan forward with barely-concealed interest. Blushing only slightly, and only then on his fins, Dualscar keeps up the gentle fondling of the Psiioniic's horns.]

Yeah.

[They are dumb. The Psiioniic is pretty sure of this. They are dumb and ridiculous and just plain silly. But the feel of those fingers against his horns and brushing against his hair in the process is wonderful, and things are alright. Not forever, but... for tonight. And he'll take what he can get.]

[Still keeping eye contact with him, the Psiioniic begins to kiss back up Dualscar's legs until he's at his hips again. Then, very carefully and still looking up at him, he directs his mouth to the very base of Dualscar's bulge. His lips brush against it, and he waits to see the response.]

[Dualscar doesn't know about the Psiioniic, but he knows for sure that he is an idiot. Either that, or the unluckiest bastard on the entire planet. How else could he be falling flushed, and falling hard, for a troll who is technically his prisoner, for a troll whose time as himself is very fucking limited indeed, for a troll that's been hand-chosen to belong to Her Imperial Condescenscion herself?]

[He forces those thoughts aside, though, watching the Psiioniic closely as he moves in his lap, and when he kisses him near his bulge, he jolts, his hip moving upward into the sensation, and his stupid traitorous bulge jerks, clearly responding to the soft touch.]

Ah-

[A bit surprised at such a reaction, the Psiioniic moves back a little to avoid the sudden movement. He recovers quickly, however, and his smile returns. His fingers begin tracing numbers and letters against Dualscar's skin and he leans his head down once more, kisses drawing nearer and nearer.]

[For a split second, Dualscar is afraid that he's screwed up everything (again), and is just about ready to call the whole thing off. But then the Psiioniic's smile returns and he keeps brushing his lips over Dualscar's skin, and Dualscar shivers. He props himself up on his elbows, letting go of the other troll's horn, and watches what's going on, his eyelids heavy and at half-mast.]

[Unconsciously, he's begun making soft, crooning sounds, high-pitched and keening, the kind his lusus used to make.]

[If there were any doubt in the Psiioniic's mind about how things were going, it's dispelled. He's far from any expert, but those noises must be good signs, especially since Dualscar isn't pushing him off or freezing up.]

[Truly, his psionics would make this so much easier, and also a lot more interesting in certain ways, but with those locked and denied to him... Well, he makes do where he can. Carefully, he moves Dualscar's legs so that his knees are up, letting the Psiioniic lay nicely between them. His mouth goes even lower, right between now but still not touching his bulge. That's reserved for his fingers, which move there with the intent of slowly stroking a path along it.]

[Sorry, Psiioniic, Dualscar can't take off your psionics-blocking helmet quite yet. Sweeps of highblooded games and backstabbing have left him paranoid and nervous, and he's afraid that if he removes it, you'll use that power to escape. And it's not even escaping that bothers him so much anymore... it's the thought that you'll leave him.]

[But all that is far from Dualscar's mind as he lets the Psiioniic manipulate his legs and lay between them. He keeps making the same soft sounds the whole time, entirely unaware that he's doing so, although they jerk into a higher register for a moment when the Psiioniic's hand caresses along his bulge.]

[He wouldn't leave him.]

[He'd steal him along for a horrific ride full of ships burning, trolls being flung willy nilly, and a savior and friend being found.]

[So perhaps it's for the best state of their living status that he remains like this. Most certainly best for their sex status, as the way his mouth keeps working between Dualscar's legs attests to. His breath, warm and sweet from the oranges, rushes across the bulge as he drags his split tongue across the folds surrounding it. Two of his fingers, in the meantime, lightly fondle against the very tip.]

[But Psii, he can do more for the cause from here, as the agent within. He can be your sleeper cell, deliberately foiling plots to capture them, and everyone will just chalk it up to "oh, looks like it's Dualscar being a failure again!"]

[Dualscar moans, arching his hips forward into the Psiioniic's touch. No one has ever done anything like this to him before, and his head is swimming and muzzy with the sensations of it all. He never knew that a soft, gentle touch could feel this good.]

[If he can remain calm enough and not go on a powertrip at being reunited with that vital part of him, it will be generally agreed upon that is a great idea.]

[That moaning is an aphrodisiac, exciting him in a way the Psiioniic didn't quite expect. He can do something to this troll, reach into him and touch him in ways no one else ever has, ever will. It's been obvious, of course, because of all those little moments, but for some reason, to know it extends into the sexual as well is... ]

[He continues to kiss against that sensitive area between fold and shaft, and strokes a bit more. They'll get to a true pailing soon enough, but at his own pace. He wants to hear more of those sounds before attending to his own desires.]

[Yeah, okay, Dualscar is a flushed virgin! Gosh! You'd think someone who has hatepailed his way across half the adult population would get cut a little slack on his lack of redrom expertise!]

[... and that excuse might have even worked, fifty or sixty sweeps ago.]

[Dualscar bites his lower lip, his hands clenching into fists against the floor, and some of that tension, gone for quite awhile now, leeches back into him. He doesn't want the Psiioniic looking too closely while he's got his face down there; he doesn't want him seeing all the scars he has around his nook. There's a reason Dualscar always tries to top, beyond the whole dominance issue.]

[Well, it's far too late for that. While he's seen glimpses of them, his gaze has been far too focused on Dualscar's face. But his tongue has most certainly felt some of them. The Psiioniic would say it's surprising, but... it's not. Dualscar is such a shattered troll, to find the wounds extend even here...]

[He wouldn't care, except it's more than obvious that Dualscar does.]

[His free hand begins to stroke along Dualscar's leg again as he looks up at him, meets those worried eyes. Then, very pointedly and slowly, he kisses one scar that stands out a bit more than some of the others.]

You are one of the motht beautiful trollth I've ever theen.

[Dualscar snorts bitter laughter, and brings one of his legs up, trying to push the Psiioniic aside with his thigh and knee.]

Yeah, right. Just thought your eyes wwere different-colored... didn't knoww they wwere blind, too.

[Oh god, selfconscioooous, get your head out from between his legs, Psiioniic!]

Be quiet.

[Pap! Papapapapapapapapapap at that leg. It took work to get between these legs. Dualscar isn't going to get him out anytime soon.]

I've thpotted flawth in machinery that no other troll wath able to. I've managed to thee through dithguitheth and camouflage and thtopped groupsth of trollth from murdering a highly wanted rebel. Thethe mutant eyeth of mine have theen tho much... And you're trying to tell me I'm blind becauthe you're beautiful?

[He finally moves a bit aways, then... Only so he can hook his arms beneath the crook of Dualscar's legs and try to tug him so that his rear is resting against the Psiioniic's torso and his back is on the ground. Whether that doesn or doesn't succeed, there is most certainly going to be a mouth against that small spot between bulge and nook and a light suck to go with it.]

You're a fool, Orphaner Dualthcar, but I want you to be my beautiful fool.

Nnnnng...

[Sorry, Psiioniic, it won't be quite that easy. Keeping in mind that Dualscar probably outweighs him by a good sixty or seventy pounds, and has also spent sweeps practicing his grappling on various (most unsuspecting) victims, he'll find it nigh impossible to tug him forward. What he will have, though, is a suddenly struggling seadweller, gone as slippery as a fish and trying to wriggle away from him.]

Stop it! Stop it, stop callin' me beautiful!

[The word drops from his mouth like an oath, and Dualscar's eyes are wide and glinting with barely concealed panic.]

YOU have a talent for bringing it out! I'm going to end up busting out the remorse one next!

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does your Psii have a bifurcated tongue? also, tentabulges? y/n?

Yessss if that is okay with you 0v0

:D to bifurcated tongues and tentabulges!

all the 8DDDD

gosh, Psii, get that mind honey off your face

who says it's honey. maybe he's that flexible, Dualscar. You don't know yet!!

and suddenly, he wants to find out!

all the mysteries!!

/attacks you with sad icons now!

oh noooooo!

the remorse icon makes its triumphant return!

Oh, the THINGS he is going to do to you, Dualscar!!

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