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Five..

Elliot's heart was racing, he was LMS, and at 10 hp no less. He ran as far as he could, nearly falling over a stray tripmine on the ground before hastily regaining his balance.

Four..

He clutched his bag, if only he could heal himself. Theres plenty more pizza in this rugged bag than he knows what to do with. His team had been wiped within seconds.

Three...

He could hear the scream of the tripmine detonating, but didnt dare look back. He stopped running, seeing the tripmine detonation as a moment to regain himself.

Two...

He felt eyes tear his back open, the hairs on his neck raising as he began running again. A repeated clack of chains could be heard, he thought he was gonna be able to run.

One...

He misunderstood the proximity of 1x1x1x1. His Mass Infection tearing through his body at the last second. He felt the glitchy code tear his muscles apart before he finally dropped.

The Killer Won.

1x1x1x1

Elliot dropped to his knees in the lobby. The sting of viruses and messy code still bugging him. He grabbed his arm where it hurt the most and drug himself to the kitchen. He assumed he would atleast be able to make dinner before he crashed. Better to help others now after his poor performance last round.

Shuffling of slacks and fabric could be heard from the kitchen doorway. A clink of an all too familiar coin rippled through the air. Chance clapped a hand on Elliot's back as he chuckled dryly. 

"Hey! You did pretty good sweet cheeks! Not too bad for last man standin' huh?" Chance's lighthearted tone drifted all around, taunting Elliot's ever present sting in his limbs. "I dont have the patience for you right now, Chance.." Elliot dropped his head onto the counter, obviously tired.

Chance shook his head, understanding the pain all too well. (How couldnt he? This hellhole didnt offer many times without failure.) "C'mon buddy, don't be like that..!" Chance's sly smirk died progressively as they thought of ways to cheer Elliot up. His eyes widened and he leaned closer into Elliot's face, still on the counter.

Chance huffed through their nose softly. At the feeling of a gust of warm air, Elliot jumped, and gave an annoyed grimace towards the gambler's way. They chuckled and dropped their tone to a whisper, "Whaddya say we take this to my cabin? Let off some steam, hm?" 

Elliot took a moment to process what was just said to him. He progressively lifted himself off of the counter and gave Chance a look of disbelief. "..What?" Chance laughed softly, still leaning against the pizza boy. "You heard me, I'll help ya feel better~!"

A soft tint of red dusted Elliot's cheeks, his freckles becoming more pronounced. Chance looked at his cheeks fondly, bringing a hand to brush over each speckle of light brown. Elliot cleared his throat, taking the hand on his face away and turning out of the kitchen. "Okay.. just-.. let me do something, will you? I wanna try something out."

"Anything for you, sweet cheeks!"

Chance's cabin was adorned with roses, spades, and many, many vines. How did they get in there? Who knows. Elliot didnt want to go into detail right now. He shuffled awkwardly through the cabin, taking in every detail, subconsciously memorizing the layout.

Chance put a hand in the small of Elliot's back, guiding him to a certain room, undoubtedly his bedroom. Elliot let out a deep breath, thoughts swirling faster than he can grasp them. What was he gonna do? Did he even plan this far? What has he gotten himself into...

The gambler picked up on Elliot's hesitance, leaning down and placing a kiss on the crown of his head. "What did I say? This is for you. Calm down will ya?" Elliot huffed, he didnt necessarily understand being treated fairly. Making pizza, packing it, and delivering it was what he was always used to, along with the scolding and lessons he got with it if he messed up. Getting, "princess treatment" as Chance called it, was something he was certainly not used to.

Chance opened the door to his bedroom and took off his fedora, placing it on the coat hanger while he took his suit off, his white undershirt staying buttoned on. They took off Elliot's visor aswell, ruffling his hair in the process as they placed it by their own fedora. "Loosen up, you look like your gonna explode if another article of clothing is tooken off of ya." 

Elliot sighed and unbuttoned his red uniform, placing it on the coat hanger too. He took off his shoes and uniform pants, then flopping onto the bed. He was still tired, but the adrenaline of what he was about to do was blowing through his veins like a hefty autumn wind. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, he knew what to do.

Chance giggled at the seemingly unconscious pizza boy. He stepped closer before he too sat down on the bed, shuffling off their pants. Chance was then rolled further into the bed and onto his back suddenly, their head hitting the pillows. Elliot held their gaze, his eyes blazing with newfound lust, neither of them realizing how pent up they both were.

Elliot grew wetter by the second, his thighs shaking from anticipation. He kissed Chance's stubble on his chin before trailing his way downwards, leaving a path of bruises and bites. He sucked and licked apologetically on his way down, grinding downwards roughly to rise tension. Chance held his breath, their head reeling as the nips on his neckline increased. Who knew the closed off pizza boy was a big biter?

The nips and bites continued as Elliot took Chance's dress shirt into his hands, unbuttoning it slowly as he gazed at the gambler. He moved back up, taking Chance's lips in a slow but hunger fueled kiss. He licked the man's bottom lip, making the taller gasp and allow entry. Eventually both men began battling with tounge like their lives depended on it, eyebrows knitting together in focus and determination. Saliva dripped down their chins, the sound of them clashing filling their ears.

Elliot pulled away, his chest heaving as he finished with the last button. He trailed a finger down scars and cuts, framing each and every one of them with a soft kiss. Chance's heart fluttered, his growing hardness becoming too overwhelming to bear. Elliot knew this, and teased him further by palming his boxers, feeling heat and throbbing almost immediately. Chance whimpered, their sunglasses thrown askew on their face, letting his internal emotions show more presently now.

Wetness enveloped the pizza boy's boxers, but this wasnt about Elliot right now, he didnt want it to be. He wanted Chance to feel something, to prove himself even. Elliot wanted nothing more than to please the man under him, wanted nothing more than to hear their whimpers and begs to keep going. He locked eyes with Chance again, and knew the gambler couldnt take anymore foreplay. Knew he needed it now.

Elliot shifted down, his face inches away from heat and a smell he wasnt used to, but wanted to get used to. He looked up at Chance again, the gambler silently pleading for the pizza boy to hurry up. He held his gaze with them while pulling their boxers down. The thing causing so much tension in the taller's boxers springing free, a wince could be heard from above, making Elliot smirk. 

Chance's mind was cloudy, an arm splayed on his face as he tried to calm down, but the growing anticipation wouldnt let them catch a break. Elliot's breath ghosted on his cock, he could feel his proximity, could feel his gaze still locked on him but he didnt dare look down. Embarrassment flooded his senses, his cheeks glowing redder than ever. He began speaking as much as he could, "Elliot, you don't gotta do this... really-" 

The gambler was cut off with a long lick from the base of his shaft to the tip, their breath hitching in their throat. They choked on a moan, a strangled plea struggling to escape as Elliot shifted onto his knees and bent down to their tip again. A hot breath could be felt again, making the taller man shiver before he felt the pizza boy envelop their cockhead into his mouth. Another choked moan breaking free from the man above.

Elliot couldn't get enough of the sounds Chance was producing. He giggled, making the man under him shiver in pleasure again at the feeling. He slowly moved downward, his mouth encasing more of Chance's cock, "please"s and "more"s could be heard, urging Elliot on. Eventually Elliot had his mouth stuffed with all of the gambler's dick, choking slightly before moving back up and down again in an almost perfected rhythm.

Chance couldn't bear it anymore, they stopped holding their face and guided their hand to the pizza boy's hair, moving him faster as the gambler let his moans break loose, every sound and word heard clearly as Elliot moved faster than he began.

"Ooh Elliot..~ you have no idea what ya do to me.." Chance began praising the man under him for his work, various compliments flooding the man's ears, this made him even wetter. He gripped Chance's thighs with both hands, trying not to give in and finger himself. Chance was begging more now, seemingly closer to finishing sooner than Elliot expected, did he do that good? Is chance telling the truth about doing a good job?

"Oh PLEASE Elli.. please please don't stop! Plea-!" Chance cut himself off with a loud groan, ropes of cum painting the pizza boys throat. Elliot tried his hardest not to gag, tried his hardest to swallow it all. He eventually pulled off Chance's now softening member with a pop, saliva dripping down his chin as he panted. He smiled and crawled up to the wasted man below him.

"Did I do good..?" Elliot hesitantly asked, wanting absolute confirmation. "That was.. the best blow job I've EVER had, sweet cheeks.." Chance panted out, his chest rising and falling as fast as a motor from an overworked truck. "Good god you're a jewel." 

Elliot beamed in pride, his eyes lighting up with a newfound determination to do this more often. After Chance regained his ability to breathe right, he looked down in between them to see Elliot's thighs stained with slick, still awaiting his own orgasm. Chance reached down into Elliot's boxers, fingering his clit as he breathed out praises after praises.

Elliot nearly buckled under the pleasure, his thighs shaking again, adrenaline flowing through his veins yet again. "Chance.. you dont need to.. please me-!" Elliot moaned loudly, loud enough for Chance to plant a smug expression onto his features for the first time in a while. "Hm? What was that darlin'? Couldn't hear ya over the sounds of your own pleasure!~" 

Chance drifted their hand down to Elliot's entrance, a finger slipping in almost immediately by his excessive slick that was already produced. "God, I didnt know sucking me off was so arousing to you, pizza boy~" Chance teased Elliot more, soft sobs and cries of pleasure erupting from the mans mouth instead of coherent words.

Elliot's hips bucked, seeking more friction. Chance laughed and slipped another finger in, The man above them groaning in pain drowned out by the feeling of intense pleasure. The gambler quirked a brow before speaking teasingly again. "Am I your first Elliot? My my, I'm so honored! I'll be sure to stay gentle with you.."

Chance picked up the pace of his fingers, the sound of slick and skin against skin flooding the room, along with cries of enjoyment coming from Elliot. Elliot chanted Chance's name, his walls constricting tightly against the intruding scarred fingers, that's when Chance knew he was close. Before both men knew it, Elliot cried out and slick gushed down his own thighs and the gambler's hand.

The taller man slowly pulled out his fingers before licking them clean, a smug look still present on his face. "You taste quite well, makes me wonder," They stopped a moment, taking an exaggerated lick from the palm of their hand to the tip of their fingers, "what do I taste like?~"

Elliot blinked slowly before passing out, leaving the gambler's question unanswered.