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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[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.]

[Those tongues are amazing.]

[Dualscar keeps purring and moving slightly under the Psiioniic's touch, his fins waving gently like they're underwater, and along his sides, his gills slowly open up from their tightly closed position, exposing purple filaments.]

[As if the Psiioniic needs more encouragement. The soft gentle movements of those finds simply egg him on, and his hands begin to roam even further. Well, one roams, while the other stays behind to tease those fins. He's so curious about those gills, even as his whole body is heating up from how much Dualscar moves against him, making the Psiioniic antsy as well, and if he just shifts-]

[Wait, no, fuck!!]

[With a strangled noise in the back of his throat, the Psiioniic pushes Dualscar away so he can squirm out from behind him and get to his feet. His nook feels wet and his bulge is most certainly not getting rid of its little problem anytime soon. Dammit.]

I... I need to go for a thecond, hold on. Abtholution trap.

[Even his voice is tight.]

... wwhat?

[Dualscar blinks, confused and a little hurt at the sudden withdrawal... until his eyes fall on the Psiioniic's bulge. Oh. Well then.]

I can take care of that for you, if you wwant.

[The look he sends Dualscar is positively exasperated.]

I'm not going to take advantage of you again tonight, 22. I've felt like a prick enough.

[Eyeroll.]

You're not the only one here wwho's good wwith his tongue, you knoww.

[As if to demonstrate, Dualscar rolls the tip of his tongue over his upper lip.]

Trust me, I can do that wwithout any problems.

[Fuck you and your eyerolls, Dualscar. The Psiioniic would do that quite literally, except dammit, you are too pathetic to be forced onto.]

How can you give a bulgejob, but not want to receive one?

I wanted to thow you thomething that much, at leatht, do that, but...

It's a control thing.

[And it is, too; he is the one doing when he gives a bulgejob, instead of being done to, and that makes all the difference.]

Do you wwant one or not?

When I can give you one and keep you from having that kind of reaction, then I'll want one.

[God, he is actually wobbling as he tries to walk away.]

You detherve thomething, 22, not jutht being uthed.

Stop!

[Things Dualscar does not respond well to: being refused something he wants. He stands up, letting the cape fall from his shoulders, his entire body revealed and exposed in the light of the moons, which has gone more yellow than purple in the time they've been in here. If there was ever any doubt that he's an impressive specimen of troll, let that be cast aside right now.]

And you're getting more than a fucking quick wwhack in the bathroom! Noww sit dowwn!

[Things the Psiioniic doesn't respond well to: being ordered around. His eyes widen briefly before immediately narrowing. His jaw tightens up.]

[Nothing is said. All he does is simply cross his arms and jerk his chin up defiantly. The message said couldn't be clearer: fuck you.]

[Aw, hale nah.]

[Dualscar's eyes narrow, and his fins fold to lay flat against the sides of his head. He starts walking forward, moving with a lithe, dangerous grace, the shy, nervous troll from before completely gone.]

Don't forget your fuckin' place, lowwblood. Noww sit. DOWWN.

[I fucking knew it.]

[The thought slithers through his mind like a traitor. Signless was always preaching forgiveness, understanding, but Psiioniic has had to live his entire life in caution and fear of those higher on the spectrum than him. Give a highblood an inch, they take the whole communal hive. What made him think Dualscar was different? A little cuddling, some nicer quarters? ]

[He's gone soft.]

[For one brief flash, quick as the hum of a bee's wings, a look of utter betrayal flashes across the Psiioniic's face. But then everything is on lockdown, and it's as if they're meeting for the first time again, his face guarded and stony. All that pity, all that softness, all that quiet growing love- gone.]

[He should have known better.]

[Hands back down to his sides and ready for a fight, he bares his teeth and tenses up as he takes a step back for each one taken by Dualscar.]

Bring it, thcum thucker.

[Dualscar advances on the Psiioniic, his face contorted in a snarl. What the fuck was that, where does he get off refusing him? He tried to do something nice, he tried to offer him something pleasurable, something he'd enjoy, and this is how he repays him? By saying no?!]

[How dare he? How dare he come in here, into his hive and into his life, and act like that? How dare he try and tease him this way, build him up, make him feel all these weird things he's never felt before, and then pull back?]

[How dare he refuse to love him?!]

[If the Psiioniic won't give him what he wants, he'll take it, he'll take it by force if he has to, because that's how it should be, that's what happens to those lower than him, they should just bend over and let it happen, because that is...]

[... that is exactly what he would have done.]

[Dualscar stops, freezing in place, still a good distance away from the Psiioniic. For just a moment, he's far away, back in the long-forgotten past, and his face loses its snarl, loses its aggressive, furious expression... and falls apart into something lost, alone, and so very, very afraid.]

[Dualscar turns away, all the aggression and inherent violence out of his body language. His voice sounds exhausted and hopelessly sad when he speaks.]

I need... I need to go.

[And unless the Psiioniic tries to stop him, he's almost running for the door of the library.]

[He's in better condition this time. Not completely healthy, but certainly getting close, so maybe he could make a run for it, escape successfully this time, and the books could be good ammo. Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all.]

[Every fiber of his being feels on edge and being tugged at as he bristles, head bowed just enough that his horns could gore through Dualscar possibly.]

[Not this time. Not again. He'll dig his fingers into those scares and tear the seadweller apart before he lets anything like their first meeting happen ever again-]

[And then he realizes he won't have to do something like that.]

[Before he can quite grasp the situation, Dualscar is suddenly running off. The cynic in him, the jaded and paranoid slave, that part of him says to let him run. To never get near him again. Highbloods hurt and take, that's all, and hasn't Dualscar shown that's all he'll do?]

[...Except he didn't this time.]

[And he didn't when he was repeating Signless' holy words, he just sat by his knees and listened and cried for him, swore to him and-]

[The Psiioniic takes off running after him, trying to reach for him.]

Wait!!

[Still running, Dualscar shakes his head, gesturing furiously behind him with one arm.]

Stay awway!

[Stay awway, or I'll hurt you again, because I can't control myself and I'm a fuckin' monster, I'm no better than he was, I don't deserve this, I don't deserve you, I don't fuckin' deserve anything at all...]

[Dualscar claps his arms around his head, groaning at the horrible thoughts rioting inside his skull, and makes a beeline for the door to the hive's garden, blowing right past the surprised drone guard that waits there. The sea... he needs to get to the sea, needs to dive into it and hide beneath its waves, where it's quiet and peaceful and he can think...]

Fuck you!

[There's more to say, but he can't say it without wasting valuable air that he needs for dragging into his lungs as he tears after Dualscar. The poor guard drone is shoved to the side once again. He's wearing positively nothing, but the soles of his feet have been toughened by now, and the ground doesn't bother him. He just needs to catch him, stop him, or he might not get a chance.]

[But at this rate, he's not going to catch up, and it makes the Psiioniic want to scream in frustration.]

[Dualscar can hear the Psiioniic chasing him, but he doesn't trust himself to stop or turn around. He's too ramped up, too caught up in the moment, and if he stops, lets the Psiioniic get close, he's afraid he'll hurt him again. So he doesn't turn, doesn't slow down... just barrels towards the sea with everything he's got.]

[When he reaches the water, he runs into it, splashing recklessly forward until it's up to his thighs before diving in. If the Psiioniic is watching closely, he might catch a glimpse of the dorsal fin on Dualscar's back flaring upwards as he dives under the waves.]

[Then Dualscar's gone, with only froth on the waves to mark where he had once been, and even that is washed away when it reaches the shore.]

[no NO NO!]

[The Psiioniic stumbles and stutters to a stop at the water's edge, skittish as his old lusus as he glares down at it. No, fuck him, fuck that stupid unbelievably deep piece of shit fucker, he can't believe him! He left. He left, ran away to someplace the Psiioniic can't follow, and he might not come back.]

[Someplace he can't follow... The Psiioniic's shoulders square up and he gives an enraged sharp barking noise in the back of his throat to the sea air. Fuck that. Fists clenching, he begins to stride into the water, shuddering at the coldness as it ends up further and further along his legs. It's just water, he's bathed in it, and he's managed to survive in the harbor water back home just by flailing until he could climb something or a friend pulled him up with psionics. He's going to fucking make it-]

[And then the first big waves hits him, and the Psiioniic realizes it's nothing like floundering in the harbor. It slams him off balance and suddenly he's submerged, sand scraping against his skin harshly. Instinctually, he panics, claws tearing at a hold for anything, but the sand gives him nothing, and the tide- he can't fight against it. For one brief second, he breaks surface, gasping for breath. Another wave, and he's back under again, being tossed and turned beneath the waves helplessly. Sea water is forcing itself into his mouth, the amount of salt making him sick, and the Psiioniic would scream again if he had any air to do so.]

[From farther out in the harbor--it's amazing how fast he can swim when he really puts his mind to it--Dualscar hears something thrashing around in the water, its motions panicked and frenzied, and in the back of his mind, he calculates what kind of animal it could be, and if it's something he could take down. Then his mind makes the connection, and he's wheeling in the water, turning towards the sound and moving, swimming like quicksilver through the water. That stupid fucking land-walker, what was he thinking?!]

[Dualscar moves as quickly as he can, but it just figures... the Psiioniic managed to get himself caught in the riptide right off the shoreline, and it's pulled him under. Dualscar dives for him, his arms out and reaching. He won't be able to pull him to surface until they're out of the riptide, but the Psiioniic can't breath underwater and can't wait that long; with the instincts born of a natural predator, Dualscar can tell he's almost out of air.]

[So he does the only thing he can: he grabs the other troll and slams their mouths together, inhaling water with his gills and exhaling air into the Psiioniic's mouth.]

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