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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[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!]

[If this situation weren't so serious, the Psiioniic would actually take a moment to snicker at those fins. Instead of being threatened, he can't help but find the action hilariously cute.]

[But there's no laughter right now. He simply shifts until he's on his knees and able to look down at Dualscar. His hand goes back to his face.]

You are beautiful, and I love you.

[Whatever, his fins are terrifying and intimidating, don't even lie!]

[They're also not flared anymore, folding inward on themselves and almost drooping down onto his shoulders. Dualscar hunches back down in on himself, tugging the cape tight around his shoulders.]

Stop... stop it, don't call me that, don't say those things...

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[Dualscar has forgotten that the Psiioniic is still wrapped up in that cape with him and it presses against his skin as Dualscar tries to retreat into himself. Lowering himself, he wraps his arms around the other and sighs.]

If you're not thcared... Why the hell ith that your reaction?

[Dualscar shudders, and although he can't meet the Psiioniic's eyes, he knows this is important, somehow, very, very important indeed, and he forces the words out.]

He used to call me that.

[Then he buries his face in Psii's shoulder and starts shaking like he's going to fall apart.]

[Of course.]

[His hands tighten and he holds Dualscar closer, cupping the back of his head.]

I'm not him.

[He doesn't even know who it is, but he knows it's nothing good, nothing he wants to be a part of.]

[Dualscar nods, but he has to wait until the shaking has died down a little before he can speak.]

[They have to wait for quite awhile.]

I knoww. I knoww you're not, but... it still sounds like... makes me...

[He has to start making whale sounds to calm himself down.]

I know, I know.

[Those are deer sounds in return, and he starts to nuzzle Dualscar's hair and horns and his fingers begin to pet his fins.]

Tell me when you're ready. Alright, 22?

[The use of that silly, affectionate nickname helps calm Dualscar down, along with the whale sounds he's crooning to himself and the deer noises the Psiioniic is making in concert. He nods, his face still hidden, and waits a few minutes longer before trying to describe what he wants.]

Can wwe... can wwe just go lay dowwn somewwhere, and do... do this nonpainful touching some more?

[He needs to learn to associate being touched with good things and not pain before he can go much further. Especially any kind of sexual touching.]

['Nonpainful touching'. That's how he phrases it, and it's like Psiioniic has been stabbed. Considering the time he's spent as a lowblood and rebel, he'd say he knows the literal feel rather well by now, and this is no exaggeration. He buries his face against Dualscar's hair.]

Yeah, thure. God, you're tho...

[He starts to move, only to pause. He might actually have to ask permission, considering things.]

Let me move behind you, alright? I want to touch your back.

[He doesn't know what else to call it! The Psiioniic is quite literally the first living being he's cuddled since his lusus died, all those sweeps ago.]

[It's a good thing he asks, all things considered, because Dualscar tenses up, just a little bit, and looks at him watchfully.]

Wwhy?

[He's not saying no, exactly, he just needs to know what the Psiioniic's intentions are before he can allow it.]

I told you I wath good with my handth, right?

[Gently, his fingers begin to rub at Dualscar's shoulders.]

I want to touch your back. You're tenthe.

[Dualscar's fin perk forward at the way the Psiioniic is touching his shoulders. It feels good, relaxing, and if he's going to do it to his back... yeah, he can let him do that.]

All right. Just be careful of the fin back there, okay?

[He has a long, extendable fin running down his back, right over his spine. He's got it carefully folded down and tucked out of the way, but it's still highly sensitive.]

Alright.

With a bit of squirming, he moves behind Dualscar's back so that it's his back against the bookcase now and Dualscar between his legs. He eyes the fin in curiosity before he gets to work, kneading and working the knots out of Dualscar's back.]

How thenthitive are finth and gillth anyway? I only know about the oneth on your face.

[Dualscar doesn't answer right away, too caught up in the sensations of the Psiioniic's hands on his back. The other troll is working out knots Dualscar didn't even know he had, and if he keeps this up, he's going to have a happy little purple blob of seadweller on his hands.]

Fins in general are pretty sensitive, but the one on my back has the most sensitivity. It's also the only one I use for swwimming.

[That is much better than a panicked knot of a seadweller, so Psiioniic will happily accept it. Hopefully Dualscar will be able to just ignore the slight poke to his lower back that happens now and then when he moves a bit. Listen, he can't help it! Dualscar making noises got him... ready, and it takes a bit for that sort of thing to.. go away. Especially when they're still being intimate like this.]

How thenthitive are we talking? If we go back to... touching like before, I want to know tho I make you feel better.

Mmmm...

[Sorry, he got distracted for a moment there! Dualscar leans back into the Psiioniic's hands, and while he notices those pokes to his lower back, he's not complaining.]

Wwell, you've touched the ones on my face before. If you're not trying to hurt me, it feels good.

[Slowly and carefully, he perks up the one on his back, just a little.]

No one's ever touched that one before. I guess... if you wwant to try...

I don't try to hurt you. Well, I haven't recently, at any rate.

[Oh! Psiioniic's hands pause as he feels those fins move. Then, carefully, he guides one set of fingers over to them. Gently, just like he would if he were touching the other set, he begins to draw his finger down along them.]

[And Dualscar practically purrs as he does that, his fin unfolding to show more surface area, and his head drops forward. Not the reaction he expected, honestly, but damn, that feels good!]

[Well well well. That is quite the good response. It makes him feel quite satisfied, to know that he's pulled the other out of his slump like this. Leaning in closer, he lets his warm breath wash over Dualscar's facial fins, even as his now eagerly curious fingers begin to stroke along the back fin all the more.]

[Dualscar is nothing if not mercurial in his moods, and those gentle, stroking fingers on his fin are bringing his better nature right back to the surface. He leans his head back, putting his facial fins within range of the Psiioniic's mouth, and just luxuriates in the attention.]

[Good Dualscar, best seadweller. There's a swift lick to the back of one fin in appreciation before the Psiioniic begins to take a much nicer and slower pace. As his fingers tease at his back fins, his split tongue begins to run up against the edge of his fins... And then begins to stroke along both sides of it.]

[You picked the best lowblood to fall for, Dualscar, if just for the tongues.]

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