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The one in green’s breath hitched when the clock chimed and a small phrase flashed on his visor.

IT’S THE LAST DAY!

He heard a soft thud behind him. It was his yellow-screened crewmate, fallen on his knees and arms wrapped around himself. Green walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, please, stand up, but the crewmate didn’t budge. Instead, he stayed still until a few moments later, his body started to wrack with sobs.

The quota wasn’t filled and they were—in simple words—fucked. 

They were twenty thousand views away from the goal and it felt so far when only two of you remained from a crew of four. Pink was dragged away by something they never had the chance to see, Red strayed from the group for only five minutes when the final goodbye they got was his viscera smeared all over the factory walls—it was a whole thing. 

Now, how were just two of them going to fulfill something so herculean when they could barely touch the goal with a full deck of cards?

Green couldn’t see Yellow’s expression behind his visor, but he knew damn well that it wasn’t a smile. Taking Yellow’s hands in his, Green pulled him up to a stand before gripping his forearms and gently squeezing them. Yellow looked down at Green’s hands before finally going still again. His shaking finally ceased.

Afterward, Green looked at the camera lying on the desk beneath the TV. Yellow looked after him and, after seeing the camera, looked back at Green’s head.

They didn’t want to risk death anymore. They tried to gain views by going into The Old World and running from those terrible things, now look where that got them! The reason why they needed to get the stupid views anyway was because of the threat of a memory wipe from The Agency. It’s like it’s damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.

They chucked videos of chase scenes and horrors into the void for the masses, and the masses loved the thrill. The more dangerous, the more attractive. The more thrilling, the more the maw of the void salivated to watch—to be entertained… is life-threatening really the only way the masses would be able to get that thrill?

Green finally turned back to see Yellow’s visor and they faced each other for a long, long time.

Yellow didn’t know what was going on behind Green’s helmet, but he got a pretty good hint when the crewmate put his hands on the side of Yellow’s face before bringing their visors together in some kind of lackluster kiss. They stood there like that until Yellow pushed Green away, pausing a few moments before shaking his head.

No.

But what was there to do? Yellow frowned grimly as Green turned away. Yellow wanted to protect his dignity—himself, but would he still have that after The Agency was done with both of them? When both of them are back to the chairs, bound by their body and head, the lobotomy needle inches away from their eyes?

Yellow shuddered at the memory that he wasn’t supposed to remember. Neither of them were supposed to remember, but what they knew was that they didn’t want it to happen again.

Yellow caught Green by the forearm, getting the latter’s attention before looking at the camera on the desk. Green’s demeanor was uncertain when he looked back as well, but he picked up the camera before looking at Yellow.

Are you sure?

Yellow nodded. I’m sure.

Green pointed at the bed before picking up new film from the table. While he changed the film, Yellow walked to the bed and began taking off his helmet, but Green looked at him and shook his head.

Yellow tightened the helmet again before sitting down and waiting for Green to finish putting back the film. Afterward, Green walked over and sat down with him, putting the camera on the bed beside them before putting a hand on Yellow’s shoulder. Yellow looked at the hand, then looked at Green’s visor. Green was staring again.

Yellow took out a hand and squeezed Green’s. It’s fine.

Green looked at the hand. You don’t want to do this.

We need to.

We don’t want to.

What choice do we have?

Green’s head turned downward before picking up the camera.

Let’s just get this over with.

Green hadn’t exactly had any male partners in the past and neither did Yellow, so today was going to be a day of trying new things. 

The film they had only allowed for a maximum of one minute and thirty seconds to be recorded, so they needed to get the parts that they thought the masses would like watching the most. Was the undressing interesting? Probably not, since they weren’t planning on really taking anything off. They were doing something embarrassing enough as it was—they didn’t need to have their identities attached to it.

Yellow pulled down the lower part of his suit to the knees while Green figured out which parts to record. There was just some kind of unspoken agreement that Yellow was going to be the one to take the dick instead of giving. First and foremost: Foreplay. Women needed it and they weren’t fucked in the ass, so Yellow would need it, too.

Would foreplay be a hit? Maybe. 

Honestly, any part would be a hit if Yellow was vocal. Neither of them knew if he was, so they’d be finding that out later on.

Green had Yellow lay down on the bed before taking both of his legs and lifting them—he would have been completely exposed if the final layer of clothing wasn’t there. That changed soon enough when Green tugged at the rim of Yellow’s garments which he removed after getting a nod. The crewmate shivered slightly when the cold air hit his exposed ass.

Green took the camera and turned it on, focusing it on Yellow’s quivering entrance. It contracted even more when he drew his finger along the rim, causing Yellow to inhale paltry breaths through his helmet and clutch the sheets with shaky hands. Yellow’s grip on the covers tightened even more when Green shallowly inserted a gloved finger and slowly thrust it in and out of his hole.

Yellow’s uneven breathing was noticeable, so Green looked at Yellow’s helmet to look for any signs of distress. 

Yellow’s reactions only encouraged him more, however, so he fully inserted his finger into the crewmate which led to Yellow making a short, audible noise. Surprise, maybe? Green wasn’t exactly gentle when he put the whole finger in. He wasn’t moving the finger until he knew that Yellow adjusted, so he turned off the camera and put it down to save film until then.

With the new free hand, he held one of Yellow’s and gave it a gentle squeeze. After a few moments, Yellow’s hand squeezed back.

Keep going.

Green complied and began shallowly pumping his finger until he eventually sped up and let more of his finger out, before sliding it back in. The rise and fall of the crewmate’s chest went in rapid paces, sometimes even in sync with his finger’s thrusts. He felt Yellow’s grip on his hand tighten as he did, but he figured that if Yellow wanted him to stop, then he would have known already.

As Yellow’s ass loosened and Green felt that pumping his finger in and out was more slick, he put in a second finger. Yellow tightened.

The grip on his hand increased in pressure and Green squeezed back. Yellow’s helmet turned to face him and Green’s visor met his gaze, but he noticed that Yellow’s legs were visibly twitching in the air, so he turned to that as well. Yellow’s breaths were nearly audible from behind the helmet, but he didn’t say anything. He only squeezed Green’s hand again after a short while. 

Well, that means keep going.

Green started pumping his fingers in and out with vigor, making Yellow tighten his grip on Green’s hand while faint moans escaped his mouth. “Agh– shit…” Yellow’s hanging legs twitched with every movement while Green prodded against his walls and sometimes he’d even get pleasured enough that his whole body would jolt. 

While Yellow was in this state, Green let go of Yellow’s hand (which opted to clutch the sheets due to the loss of something to hold on to). He then took the camera from the side of the bed and turned it on, aiming at Yellow’s body while focusing on the crewmate’s ass and the movement of his fingers. 

Green thrust his fingers deeper, not settling for a simple in-and-out movement. Instead, he scissored his fingers like he was trying to stretch Yellow’s insides out. A few moments into the stimulation, Yellow suddenly cried out and bucked wildly, causing Green to immediately stop and look in concern.

Apparently, he’d hit a sensitive bundle of nerves inside the crewmate, and he only realized that after giving his fingers another experimental curl that made Yellow voice out again.

Green thought, So… that’s how to make you loud.

He attacked the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing out cries from the poor crewmate who had waves of pleasure crashing through his body with every movement. 

“F-Fuck! Green– Fuck– Please!” Yellow’s faint moans increased in volume, making Green realize that the crewmate was likely getting close to climax. Pre-cum was dripping off of Yellow’s dick and his legs were more erratic with every insert, so Green pulled his fingers out and cut the recording.

“Shit…” Yellow breathed heavily after feeling the fingers go out. A small part of him was disappointed at the feeling of emptiness, but the disappointment quickly turned into fear when he realized something else was going to be the thing filling his ass.

Green climbed on the covers and kneeled between Yellow’s legs, using his hands to bring each of Yellow’s ankles to his shoulders. There was a tent in his pants and Yellow tensed up when Green freed it, revealing something that was, frankly, terrifying to someone who was going to be on the receiving end.

Afterward, Green picked up the camera on the side and placed it closer to both of them so that he could easily pick it up when he needed to. When he turned back to Yellow, Green found the crewmate shaking slightly, so he used one hand to grip Yellow’s thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. This didn’t help very much.

Green moved his hand from the thigh to Yellow’s hand again. Having Green’s hand to hold seemed to be what comforted Yellow the most, so he offered it. Yellow quickly clamped onto it like a scared bird and so squeezed hard that it nearly hurt, but Green wasn’t deterred and squeezed back. After a while, Yellow seemed to have calmed down.

Green’s visor stared at Yellow’s for a long time before picking up the camera. Hopefully, they’ve stretched Yellow well enough. They didn’t exactly have the best lube—or any lube, for that matter…

Yellow’s breaths quickened when Green let go of his hand, turned on the camera, and pointed it at where their parts were inches away from each other. After a few pumps with one hand, Green slowly inserted the tip into the crewmate, making Yellow clutch at the sheets for dear life as he felt his entrance stretch to accommodate the head. 

“Ngh–“ Yellow choked, “Green–”

Green slowly slid the rest inside with a soft moan and Yellow responded with whimpers the deeper it went, fingers digging into the bed covers like they were the only thing he could hold onto anymore. 

Green made sure that the camera captured everything . Yellow’s sounds, the way that his member sheathed into the crewmate’s entrance, and the way that Yellow’s legs shook.

Yellow’s ass gracefully took it all up to the hilt, and Yellow felt so pained, so pleasured, and so full. No amount of finger foreplay could have ever prepared him for the length he was stuffed with and all of his sobs only got stuck in his throat as he struggled to even try to breathe. His mind was clouded with so many thoughts and convictions that begged for his attention, but his head only swam. 

The stretch was so painful. What he saw was void.

Yet, when Green gave the first thrust, all Yellow could see were stars.

“Don’t be scared to be loud.”

Green started gently. His thrusts were shallow and the thing he was concerned most about was whether or not the crewmate he was inside of was okay or not. Based on the moans that Yellow was giving him, however, Green was pretty confident to think that the crewmate was enjoying it, so he got bolder.

His pace quickened and his hand not holding the camera went to squeezing the crewmate’s thigh. Yellow was practically dissolving under him, devolving into nothing but cries of ecstasy. The pain that he initially felt turned into pleasure as the thrusting went on and, what started as Green treating Yellow like he was made of glass, suddenly turned into Green ramming into the crewmate like a glorified fleshlight. They were chasing their own highs, now.

“Hah– Fuck– Green–” Yellow could barely manage his voice as the other crewmate mercilessly rammed into him, stirring his brain and rearranging his insides. The room was filled with the sound of sex, Green’s cock slapping against Yellow’s bare ass while Yellow could only moan uncontrollably.

God, the viewers are gonna love this.

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The session was suddenly interrupted when the camera beeped twice.

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“The film ran out.” Green was just about to pull out when–

“Wait.”

Yellow spoke between pants. “Shit… finish what you started.”

Green looked at him before resuming his pace. 

Yellow’s face under his helmet was insanely flushed. At first, he was acting like he had so much dignity. Now, he’s asking for cock like he was a whore.

Yellow just sucked it up and pushed it down. “J-just– Ngh… Go… Fast..er… Please– Green…”

Green wasn’t going to question it.

Yellow nearly cried when Green lowered Yellow’s angle, allowing Green to push his cock deeper with every thrust. The angle even let Green reach the depth that his finger reached earlier, allowing his cock to repeatedly brush against Yellow’s prostate with every thrust that he gave.

Yellow threw his head back into the sheets as a sob ripped through his throat. He didn’t want to move anymore. Any dignity left inside him was already fucked away and he might as well be a doll under Green’s dick. Not that Yellow minded at the moment.

Green suddenly pulled out, making Yellow moan when the length fully exited his insides. At first, he thought that it was over. Green was taking too long to get back. A few moments later, Green took Yellow by the wrists and pulled him to the wall. 

Yellow’s visor was pressed against the wallpaper while his position was supported by Green holding him up by the waist. The emptiness Yellow felt was quickly filled again as well when Green reinserted his cock all the way with a lewd slap , causing a loud cry to rip from Yellow’s vocal cords. He took no time going back to the pace he was at a moment ago.

“Ha-ah!– Green… ngh…” Yellow whimpered between moans. One of his hands were balled up against the wall in front of them while the other clutched at one of the hands on his waist. His grip was nearly iron due to the force he was using to keep himself grounded, but even though he was basically digging into Green’s hand, he still felt as if he was about to fall into the sky. “Shit…”

The hot coil in his stomach was already tightening when he only had fingers in his ass, now it was so wound tight that it was almost painful.

Just a little… more…

“Ngh– Green, I’m going to–”

Green took note of this and started going faster.

Yellow felt himself stretch wider with every thrust. With every buck of the hips, Green filled him up and he didn’t complain. It felt amazing. He was so close. Just…

Yellow cried out when he came and he went limp in Green’s hold.

Green came at the same time, apparently, and he was just riding out his orgasm with a few shallow thrusts into Yellow. The crewmate felt as Green’s hot seed pooled inside his ass in ribbons, but he didn’t protest. He felt amazing.

After Green pulled out, a small amount of cum fell out of Yellow’s ass and dripped lewdly on the floor. He placed the exhausted crewmate on a bed they didn’t fuck on before putting his dick back in his pants and stepping back to admire his work.

Yellow’s body was a wreck on the bed. Green’s seed still oozed out of his ass, his thighs were dirtied by his own cum, the rise and fall of his chest were shallow, and his legs were still twitching despite the loss of pleasure.

Green thought, I could get used to seeing him like this.

Yellow didn’t respond that much despite being nudged, so Green just went over to where he put up the camera before going downstairs. Hopefully, this is going to cut it.

After uploading the video to Spooktube, he didn’t even stay to watch the reactions live. He only went up immediately and cleaned off the floor before giving Yellow a fresh change of clothes.

They’ll find out if it worked if they wake up with their memories intact tomorrow.

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