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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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.]

[Okay, previous statement retracted. Maybe he will get out of there that easily. The problem is, with how Dualscar is struggling and his unfortunately close contact to his genitals, that means he's close to those legs, and one of them may very well smack into his face at this rate. He retreats, sitting back and with his shoulders hunched up.]

Why? We're- [A frustrated, flustered gesture between the two of them.] We are thomething together, aren't we?

[Freed, Dualscar scrambles backwards, managing to snag his cape on his way past. He keeps going until he collides with the nearest bookshelf, and he wraps his cape over his shoulders, hiding and covering himself, scrunching down into the smallest ball he can make and covering his head with his hands.]

I don't knoww!

[The words come out like a sob.]

I don't knoww, I don't knoww, I don't knoww wwhy you can't use that wword, or the other one, or wwhy I'm such a fuckup at this! It just...

[feels like you're hurting me even when you aren't, feels like i'm dying when you call me beautiful, feels like something i don't want to remember wants me to remember it whenever you try and get close like that]

Oh cod...

Oh cod...

[The words aren't repeated to be mocking. They're repeated just because he's echoing the other, miserable and hurting because he is as well. Tentatively, he begins to crawl forward until he can settle his hands on top of Dualscar's.]

You're not a fuck-up. Cod you're jutht... broken.

[This is reminding him of something else, something from a while ago, and he tries to stroke his hair.]

Like me.

[Dualscar leans in to that hand in his hair, almost ramming his head into the Psiioniic when he does so. Clearly, stroking his hair is not one of those forbidden things.]

You're not broken.

[Said flatly, definitively.]

You stayed ahead of the Empire for swweeps, you couldn't be broken in the prison, you can do shit wwith your psionics that no one else can... [his voice trails off for a moment]

You're not broken, Psiioniic. I am.

...I am.

I wath jutht put back together. I told you, didn't I? [He continues to sweeps his fingers through Dualscar's hair, voice quiet.] I wath... alwayth living terrified back then. I wath a meth. A Helmthman or dead by my own handth. That ith what my fate would have been if Eth never found me.

And even then... I nearly killed him in the beginning. Would have choked the life out of him or burned him to ath... You only know me ath I am now. After he'th changed me. Fixed me.

[Carefully, tentatively, he leans in to press his lips against Dualscar's horns.]

You can too. If a lotht cauthe like me can make it...

[Dualscar listens, his head still bowed, but when the Psiioniic kisses his horn, he looks up. He realizes that the other troll is naked, and extends one arm, shyly and wordlessly offering to share his cape. And maybe his body heat too.]

[He doesn't believe the Psiioniic. He wants to, he does... but deep down, he's pretty sure that he's been irrevocably damaged, broken beyond repair.]

[Taking the offer, the Psiioniic slides into it and presses up against Dualscar's side. His fingers rise up to stroke along his face, occasionally coming close to the scars.]

You... I finally actually want to thpeak to you, but now... [A sigh, and he rests his face in the crook of Dualscar's shoulder.] You wanted to do thith, tho I thought you were ready, but I thould have known better. Thorry.

[Dualscar shakes his head, pulling his arm in tight around the Psiioniic in what is probably an overly aggressive hug... hey, he's still mastering the whole "good touch" thing. Either way, he gets his cape wrapped around both of them, even though it's not particularly cold in the library.]

I just... I don't knoww... I don't knoww howw.

[He glances down at the troll resting against his shoulder, and the muscles on his face tighten a little as the Psiioniic's fingers brush across his scars.]

I could... hatepailing, I can do that, I'm good at that, but... red stuff, I...

[Then he just shuts up and shifts a little closer to the Psiioniic. He doesn't need to say it, does he? It's glaringly obvious to anyone who has been paying attention.]

I wanted to thow you. But you're jutht...

[The stroking touch slips down his jaw and throat until his fingers are resting over Dualscar's chest.]

You're thcared.

I am NOT!

[Ooooh, that makes Dualscar bristle, his fins standing out at full attention like a betta fish on the attack. Fuck you, Psiioniic, he is totally not scared, he's not scared of anything!]

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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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