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Purification of the Psyche

Summary:

The Batter's impure thoughts toward Zacharie must be eradicated through any means necessary. This is a status effect which Omega and the other Add-Ons are willing to help cure.

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    The Batter believed in purity.

    This was not news to anyone who knew him, nor to those who merely knew of him.

    This purity of his tended to come with certain other beliefs, some inherited from a source unknown while others had an obvious cause.

    The world was impure, so he had to force it to comply.

    The inhabitants were impure, so he had to instill his holiness into them with the strike of a bat.

    These thoughts were impure, so he had to get rid of them.

   

    He didn’t know quite when they had begun. Sometime between meeting the merchant and his latest encounter with him. One of those nonchalant gestures, or the signature chuckle, or maybe even the mask had cast his mind into darkness.

    Regardless of the cause, his mind was adrift with images of Zacharie, and they were becoming less and less conducive to his goal. Absolute divinity was a must for the Batter, and while he generally considered himself the peak of morality, something had caused him to slip.

    Only another pure being could be the one to rid him of these urges.

    This was how he found himself hunched over a spare bed in the dormitories of Zone 3, calling upon his faithful Add-Ons. Unlike the impures around him, they were happy to conform to his cause. Omega materialized first, eager to assist with curing the “status effect” he’d been inflicted with.

    Alpha was next, settling in around his neck and squeezing in. The Batter distantly thought of collars and cat masks, but the thought was driven away as Epsilon joined the ceremony. The newest party member had settled around his wrists, pinning his hands to the bed he knelt beside and leaving him unable to contribute to his own divine punishment.

    He had to think of it in that manner. Anything less would be impure. Anything less could be misconstrued as sinful in its own right, and that wouldn’t do at all.

    It was those thoughts which were sinful, not the actions which drove them away. It was worth it, in the long run, to rid himself of these distractions before they got out of hand. It was sinful to have these thoughts, and some part of him had supplied that having them for another man was another, much worse offense.

    The Add-Ons were genderless. Simple, pure objects, though with enough thought to carry out their competences, which made this into a ritual rather than a simple act of pleasure. He would rid himself of any sort of desire for Zacharie, not increase any infatuation he may have had, because of the cleansing nature of the Add-ons.

    The Batter convinced himself of this fact, and so it was true.

    It was true as Omega slipped around him, causing his breath to catch, and began to pump at his already-hard cock.

    If he tried to mutter a name, Alpha simply cut off his air flow. When he tried to squirm, to enjoy this purification ritual he’d set himself upon, Epsilon crushed his wrists together and kept them still.

    For the moment, Omega kept its movements slow, torturously so, forcing him to reflect as he suppressed a shudder.

    He would cast aside this distraction. He would regain his divine perfection, and he would ensure that Zacharie no longer had this sort of impact on him. If the accursed merchant hadn’t been required for him to meet his goal, he’d have been purified long ago. He was lucky to be useful.

    The Batter was simply unlucky to have fallen for his charm.

    Evidently, that was enough of a reflection for Omega, because it suddenly set a breakneck pace. Alpha squeezed against his windpipe as his back arched, an involuntary movement. It wouldn’t happen again. He’d take this as he was meant to. He wasn’t to react, and if that rule was broken there would be a punishment.

    The Add-Ons had minds of their own, after all, and they were nothing if not loyal to their master. If this was what he wanted, they obliged.

    Because the Batter was not to enjoy the ritual, he was not to make a sound. He panted, breathing heavily when Alpha allowed, rather than voice his pleasure.

    The plan was working in that regard. He became focused on the limits set upon him, casting any impure thoughts aside as he obeyed his own rules.

    Epsilon seemed to want more of a humiliating experience for him, though, as it dragged his bruising wrists overhead and behind his back. He still leaned forward on his knees, but he was now forced to display himself to the furniture before him.

    The thought of someone other than the bed seeing this pose had Alpha threatening at his neck again, but the movement had the opposite effect as intended. The Batter felt his climax quickly approaching, and he could do nothing as it soon washed over him.

    It was all over relatively quickly. The Add-Ons didn’t feel any real sensations of their own, so they dissipated on their own accord once the deed was done.

    The Batter took a moment to compose himself, then collected his clothing and equipment from the corner he’d left it in. He’d folded the clothes neatly, and by the time his bat was once again slung over his shoulder, he was quite presentable.

Back to his normal stoic self, he set out upon the cafeteria once more. Only one Elsen had strayed too close to the dorm he’d chosen, and they weren't given the chance to leave alive or tell of anything they heard or saw.

Now all he had to do was avoid Zacharie for the rest of his mission so he wouldn’t have to do that all over again. It would be a difficult task, and the equipment beckoned, but the thoughts would overcome him once more if he saw him again so soon. The Batter took to purifying more specters in the meantime.

If you asked the eavesdropping merchant his opinion on the Batter’s predicament, he’d consider the entire situation both eye-opening and quite entertaining. 

Notes:

Zacharie raised an eyebrow at the Batter as he staggered into the shop area a few hours later. "If you wanted me that badly, you could've just asked. Would'a only been a couple thousand credits."

He laughed as the bat swung toward his face.

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this was my first rated-e-for-everyone fic on ao3 and it only exists bc battons is apparently a hilarious rarepair. im going to start collecting media of this ship and this starts by pioneering it. im going full wonderbread guy with this. i took one step into this fandom and decided batter/addons would be funny, and im right, but if this is written wonkily its because i havent been into off for very long yet lmao. ok yeah like comment and subscribe or whatever