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Purple really shouldn’t be doing this, but how could help it when Green keeps posting videos every single second? Then he starts texting him, showing him comments, and starts continuously yapping about other videos he’s planning to do, how he should prank his friends, and the like.

As usual, he was sitting alone in his room, tending to keep to himself more often than not. Purple would occasionally respond, preferring to just listen to his friend yap. It was… cute, in a way. The way he seemed so passionate about being an influencer (albeit too enthusiastic), the way Green could just fill the silence about random ramblings is something Purple found himself adoring.

Normally, Purple wouldn’t even really care. He only really even subscribed to Green’s channel only because he started clinging onto Purple, begging and pleading for him to do so, saying he’d be one of his first subscribers. Purple ended up relenting purely because of how annoying Green was being—that’s all—it’s not like he’s so pathetically cute when he’s like that or anything…

Fuck, who is he kidding? He’s fooling no one at this point. Purple can’t deny that he’s had a crush on Green for a while. Who can blame him, really? Green was just so unnecessarily kind to him, holding out a hand for him in a time where he should have shunned Purple, now he’s his best friend, someone that is consistently at his side, providing him comfort he never knew he could even have.

🟢 hellooooo

you there?

purrrrpppleeeee

What? 🟣

🟢 watcha doin?

Nothing, why? 🟣

🟢 im boreddd

How does that concern me? 🟣

You have your other friends.

🟢 but im talking to u 😢

im lonelyyyyy

Go bother them. 🟣

🟢 boooo ur so mean

Purple left him on read after that, huffing in amusement as Green didn’t seem affected at all, continuing to just talk about whatever he was talking about to him once again. He’d occasionally go back to read, doing his own thing from there.

After a few more minutes or so of just doom scrolling, Purple decided it was about time he should stretch out his wings and fly. He pulled out his elytra, checking his phone one last time to see the new messages Green sent.

He immediately sat back down on his bed.

🟢 yooo

check out the fit

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tuff right

Purple paused, drinking in the sight of the picture in front of him. It was Green of course, in those sunglasses he seemed to love so much, paired with a fancy suit. Green had taken the picture through a mirror, staring directly into the camera with that smirk Purple always wanted to wipe off his smugly handsome face. He was handsome, and he knew it.

He couldn’t stare for too long once he saw more messages pop up.

🟢 soo??

u there

purps ik ur there

ur reading it

Purple quickly typed back a message, but not without saving the picture that he was somehow blessed with.

You look terrible. 🟣

🟢 oh cmon yk u love me

i look super cool dont i

i should dress up more

wait lemme do that

Whatever. 🟣

He would have just ended it there and went a nice and relaxing fly, but nothings particularly relaxing about the way Purple could feel a heat start to pool in his abdomen.

…Is he seriously whipped this bad for Green? There’s no way. “Purple, you are out of your fucking mind.” He cursed to himself, absolutely mortified that he’s getting aroused simply by a picture of Green in something attractive.

Another buzz from his phone made him check, he regretted that soon after when he looked at it, realizing he shouldn’t have.

🟢 ngl

i lowk rock these cat ears 😼

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You look so damn stupid. 🟣

Despite his response, Purple was blushing furiously. It was more pictures of Green, one a simple selfie of him with a headband of black cat ears, then a shot of the camera pointed down towards him, showing his full body and a tail, the next picture was him laying down, sprawled out like a cat. Cursors, why did he looks so damn hot? This really isn’t fair.

🟢 sounds like sum1s lying

cmon say im hot

ik u want to

Don’t delude yourself. 🟣

I’m going on a fly.

Bye.

🟢 aw wait

ur js gon run away?

Purple saved the pictures, looking away from his phone soon after. Seriously, why is he doing this? It’s not like he’s going to stare at the pictures—he folds within three seconds, opening up his phone once again to stare at them.

Fuck, fucking dammit. There’s no way he’s going to do this, is he?

It looks like he was.

Purple shuffled back on bed, already feeling his pants start to tighten the longer he stared at the pictures. Why did Green have to look so handsome? He could wear anything and pull it off, he could wear nothing and still look good… The mere thought of Green completely naked made Purple explode in a furious blush, his breath starting to quicken just slightly.

Hesitantly, he tugged off his pants, his boxers coming down with it as well. He was already hard, some pre-cum starting to leak. Did Green have that much of an effect on him?

Whatever, he should just get this over with. Purple switched the phone to his less dominant hand, a small moan leaving him when his hands started to wrap around himself. He started off slowly, using the pre-cum to help as a lubricant since he was too caught up to use lotion. He analyzed everything, that bright smile Green had that was almost terribly blinding, his well defined leg muscles from all his running, and everything else about him.

The fantasies started soon after that. Would Green be on top? Purple imagined being pushed onto the bed, Green’s hands would roam all over him, maybe he’d whisper sweet nothings into his ear, how he looked so beautiful beneath him, how hard he was, how he’d fuck him till he couldn’t think properly. A choked moan left Purple at the mere fantasy, his pace starting to increase as he closed his eyes, his head falling back onto the headboard of the bed.

All this fantasizing made Purple want to hear his voice. He can’t call him though, can he? So, Purple did the next best thing. He opened up Green’s channel, having never watched the videos himself until now, to masturbate. Fuck, what is he doing?

Still, he couldn’t stay ashamed for too long as he quickly scrolled through, clicking on a random video of Green. It was just Green, him talking to the viewers about something Purple couldn’t focus too much on. The sound of his voice alone was enough to make Purple twitch as the moans he let out got louder, his breaths becoming heavier with each desperate stroke.

“Haa—fuck! Green…” Purple moaned out, desperately stroking himself now. The video continued playing in the background, serving as fuel for more of his fantasies where he could imagine Green’s voice, whether it was the noises he would make while in Purple, or the erotic things he would whisper in his ear.

His climax was fast approaching as Purple sped up, calling out Green’s name with a desperate fervor that vibrated within the walls of his tiny home. His hips started to buck, fucking into his hand while more moans and whimpers filled the silence. He imagined how Green would look reaching his own climax. He'd call or Purple’s name, probably with a few curses or more praises before thrusting into him, slow and rough before finally coming inside of him.

Purple came, calling out Green’s name as he tensed up, his hand finally stilling as ropes of his semen spilled all over his hand and himself. He collapsed on the bed, his chest taking heaving breathes as he shook all over. Although, before he could take a moment to recollect himself, he heard something.

“Ugh—Purple…”

Immediately, he sat up on his bed. It was someone's call of his name, a muffled sound right outside his door.

Purple shot up, cleaning himself in record time with a few tissues before he jumped off his bed, throwing open his door.

“Shi—t.” Green cursed, realizing the door he was leaning against was now replaced with air, falling flat onto his back. He sat on the steps, his back now on the floor since the door he was leaning on disappeared. He stared up at Purple who only stared back.

Purple's eyes scanned, taking in Green’s flushed face, the hand covered in… something, and the clear mess that was terribly tucked away in his pants.

“…”

“…”

“Soo… which video did you do it to?”

Purple slammed the door on him.

Chapter Text

“You’re a piece of shit for this.” Ballista hissed under his breath, trailing after Hazard possibly way too slowly as they approached a mall.

Hazard turned to him, a knowing smile on his face as he sidled up next to Ballista who only seemed to curl in on himself further. “Oh, c'mon. What's a little fun on a day off for once?”

“In public?” Ballista replied, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to match Hazard’s pace.

His breath hitched and he had to pause, leaning on a wall for support as Hazard stopped, looking back. “Don't forget who's holding the remote here.” He reminded, flipping the setting a bit higher, enjoying the way Ballista fought to keep quiet before turning it back down to normal.

Ballista let out the breath he was holding in order to keep all the noises from spilling out, leveling a glare at Hazard before pushing himself off the wall. He would have never subjected himself to such humiliation, but he’d lost a bet. Now losing a bet against Hazard wasn’t exactly unexpected, but Primal beating him? He’s fucked, absolutely fucked.

As a result of losing a bet he so stupidly thought he would win in, Ballista is now going out with a vibrator in his ass. The three of them wanted to try something new anyways, it was only a matter of who would be on the receiving end. And lucky him…!

Unfortunately, Primal wasn’t here due to somehow ending up in trouble with Agent, spending the day off getting some special training which was just poorly disguised torture. On the other hand, Ballista was secretly thankful because he just knows that Primal would absolutely not go easy on him the moment the remote is in his hands. He’s not exactly keen on embarrassing himself either. Primal would probably fuck him in public if he could anyways.

“I heard a new store here opened. A clothing one, you wanna check it out?” Hazard hummed, slowing his pace just enough so that Ballista could actually walk by his side. The tone he said it in only told Ballista that he couldn’t refuse either way.

He scoffed, making a face before quickly fixing his attitude when the vibration intensified. “F-Fu—Fine…!” Ballista huffed, struggling to keep more sounds from leaving him. Ballista’s cursing wasn’t helping his case either, a few passing glances were made his way when he did so, usually parents accompanied by children.

“Good.” Hazard said with a smug satisfaction that Ballista really wanted to punch out of him. “We should get new clothes for Primal, too. He always somehow leaves them in tatters.”

Ballista rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in an attempt to make himself look unbothered. “Whatever.” The comment about Primal was true. Perhaps it’s because he’s so outdoorsy, but he goes out sometimes and returns back looking extremely dirtied with his clothes in absolutely horrendous condition. Ballista’s convinced that Primal just throws his clothes in a meat grinder whenever he goes out at this point.

“Why don’t you look for something, too? The kid’s section is over there.”

Hazard just stood there as Ballista looked up at him, clearly not amused. Steam hissed out of him, something that usually happens whenever he gets mad enough to start blowing up things. “I’m going to strangle you.”

“Oh, c’mon…” Hazard said, gently pushing Ballista against a wall near a clothes rack that shielded them both from prying eyes.

A desperately choked moan was fought back by Ballista when the vibrations suddenly changed. “Loosen up, would you?” Hazard leaned closer, his breath ghosting over Ballista’s ear. “You probably are, anyways, aren’t you?”

He leaned back with a smile, the setting changing back to normal, acting like nothing happened while Ballista stood on slightly shaky legs. Thank cursors he wore baggy enough clothing to cover his hard on.

Hazard stalked off, picking out clothes he thinks that Primal might wear out less quicker. At the very least, that caveman doesn’t seem picky about clothing, something to cover him enough that won’t evaporate after his time in the wilderness would suffice. Ballista just went to look around himself, figuring he should get himself a new jacket since the one he’s been using lately has been sustaining some damage from his tendency to blow things up. The edges have been singed, but they will probably last a little longer if he controls himself properly.

He looked around through a few racks, picking out something comfy and baggy to leisurely wear. Another one he picked out was one he could keep on whenever he was taking missions which could withstand external damage, still look stylish enough, and be relatively comfortable.

“Done?” Hazard asked, a few clothes draped on his arm that he seemed to have picked out for Primal. Ballista looked back at him, nodding.

“Yeah, did you get anything?”

“I did, we should go try them on.” The way he suggested it though made it obvious that he wasn’t just there to try on clothes.

Ballista eyed him, only following after him carefully. On their walk to the back of the store which didn’t seem to have any employees, Ballista noticed a clear change in the vibrations in his backside. They were slowly starting to increase and intensity, at first, he could handle it, but by the time they got to the fitting room, he was leaning heavily on Hazard, his breath coming in short controlled puffs.

“Here, I can help you try them on.” Hazard said smugly, already pushing Ballista into a changing room as the door closed. He pressed Ballista back against the mirror, kissing him while Ballista desperately kissed back, quietly moaning into it.

Hazard took that chance to slip his tongue inside, swallowing any sounds that threatened to spill out of Ballista. While they made out, Hazard flipped the vibrations higher, making Ballista lurch as a surprised noise bordering on a moan and a yelp was quickly silenced by another kiss from Hazard.

“I picked out a shirt for you, you should try it on.” He easily lifted Ballista up against the mirror, making him instinctively wrap his legs around Hazard. He wasted no time, tugging off Ballista’s shirt, already latching on to a hardened nipple that was practically demanding his attention.

Ballista grabbed on tight, biting his tongue to keep himself silent. “Fuck—H-Hazard…” He shoved his face somewhere to muffle the noises leaving him as Hazard just continued sucking on the nipple, his free hand coming up to twist and play with the other one. The reaction was immediate, Ballista arched, starting to shake all over as it seemed that his impending climax was fast approaching.

“Go ahead.” Hazard said, kissing Ballista once again as his free hand continued playing with Ballista’s chest. “Come for me.” He muttered against his lips, smirking when Ballista tensed up, a quickly swallowed whimper leaving Ballista as he orgasmed, his eyes closed shut while he clung onto Hazard like a lifeline.

Soon enough, a rather obvious dark spot made itself obvious on Ballista’s pants when Hazard looked down. “Didn’t even have to touch you.” He commented, gently slipping his hand past the waistband of Ballista’s pants to remove the still running vibrator.

Ballista didn’t even respond, he rested his head on Hazard’s shoulder, still trying to come down from the high he got from his climax. Hazard chuckled, pulling out some tissues he had on standby if this were to happen, cleaning Ballista as best he could while peppering him with kisses. “We should try this again later with Primal.”

“Yeah, but I’m not putting that shit in me again.” Ballista scoffed, regaining his attitude now that he could think properly again.

“Fine, fine.” Hazard said with a smile. “Now, let’s buy this and head home.”

Chapter Text

Victim was in his office as usual, too zoned in to realize how much time had passed and that he should be heading home. Yet here he is, neck deep in a stack of paperwork on his desk that he could probably put off until next month at the latest. His pen scribbled like there was no tomorrow, even despite the fact it was moving extremely fast, Victim somehow had good handwriting.

He would have worked a lot deeper into the night if he didn’t hear a knock on the door. “Sir?” A mellow voice rang out, one that Victim recognized as Agent’s.

“Yes? Come in.” Victim looked up when the door opened, setting his pen down at the sight of his partner. “What is it?” As if realizing what time it was, he quickly glanced at the clock perched on the wall before realizing it was absurdly late.

“Oh.”

Agent followed his gaze, before turning back to Victim, his eyes behind those staple sunglasses evaluating his condition. “It’s late, you should get some rest.” He said, coming forward to place a hand on the desk as his eyes swept over all the paperwork that was sprawled out everywhere.

“I will, let me finish this paper real quick.” Victim replied almost dismissively, picking his pen back up as he continued to scribble down words.

Agent was silent, but his disappointment was clear in the deafening silence between them. It would have continued like that had it not been for someone else peeking her head through the office door. “Victim?”

“Ah, Victim! There you are.” Mitsi let herself in, placing herself behind Victim, peering over his shoulder.

He gave pause, his pen momentarily stopping mid-sentence as he looked up at her. “Mitsi? You should be at home… it’s late.”

“Yeah, but so should you!” She replied quickly, “C’mon, let’s all go home.” She took a hold of his hand, and Agent’s hand, already about to drag them both out herself.

Agent let himself be dragged, not exactly minding, but Victim resisted. “I just need to finish this paper, give me a moment.”

Mitsi frowned, returning back to Victim’s side while Agent took the other. With a quick look over, it was clear that he was almost done, but she didn’t seem very happy. She turned towards Agent, whispering some stuff in his ear that Victim couldn’t hear despite how close they all were to each other.

“…What are you two whispering about?”

“Nothing!” Misti said quickly, pulling away with an almost mischievous smile. “We just think you need to relax more, Victim.” Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, and for once, Victim found himself relaxing under her touch.

His pen hesitated for a moment before he kept going, needing to write just a few more words. “…I’ve used up enough vacation days.”

“It would be good to take you on vacation, but we just want to help you feel more… ‘relaxed’.” She stepped forward, spinning his chair to face more in her general direction when he finally set his pen down. “If you know what I mean.” Mitsi winked, kneeling down in front of Victim’s chair as she placed herself between his legs.

Victim’s eyes widened as he looked back up at Agent who already seemed to be in on the plan, his hands gently squeezing Victim’s shoulders. “Wh-What? Guys, this isn’t—we shouldn’t be doing this here!”

“Oh, c’mon! Everyone already clocked out, what’s a little bit of fun in the CEO’s office?” She palmed Victim's pants, a tent already starting to form there despite his verbal disagreement.

He lurched forward, a drawn out moan leaving him at the contact. Despite the fact that Victim had two loving partners, he actually hasn't gotten much action at all due to how deep he throws himself into his work. Considering how he's been cooped up in his office all the time with Misti not dragging him out herself, it's more than likely that he's sexually pent up.

Agent leaned forward to press a kiss to Victim, one hand slipping underneath his shirt. “We both agree that you should learn to unwind more, we both just want you to feel good, Victim.”

Due to already being pent up and Mitsi and Agent taking the initiative, Victim could only nod in agreement. “Okay, fine…”

“Yay! Okay, hmm… How are we going to do this?” Mitsi leaned back slightly, looking at Victim and Agent, thinking of a position they could take on. “Oh! How about, you sit in the chair, Victim, you sit on him and I’ll give you a nice sucking?”

She said it all so unbotheredly that Victim almost asked her to repeat herself. Agent moved the moment she said something, easing Victim out of the chair as he sat down himself, pulling Victim into his lap.

Victim flushed, already feeling Agent's own arousal pressing against him while Mitsi happily positioned herself in front of Victim once again. “Loosen up and just enjoy, we’ll do all the work.” Mitsi said, her hands already reaching up to the waistband of his pants, undoing the belt with relative ease.

Agent gently gripped Victim’s chin, tilting his head enough so that he could kiss him. Victim moaned, both because of Agent's hand playing around on his chest and Mitsi's own deft hands that tugged off his pants. Agent took that as a chance to push his tongue inside, tasting Victim while his growing arousal pushed more insistently on Victim's backside.

“Victim.” Agent muttered against his lips, gently nudging for him to lean slightly off. Victim leaned forward slightly off the chair, maintaining his balance as he braced himself on the desk, nearly losing the strength in his legs when Mitsi’s hand slipped in his boxers, finding it's way around his already leaking tip.

His boyfriend undid his own belt, tugging his pants and boxers down in one swift motion as he pushed Victim back onto his lap. “Ah—Mitsi…” He bit his lip, one hand gripping the arm rest of the chair for dear life while the other rested on Mitsi's head.

Agent grinded against Victim, one hand still on his chest to keep him in place as the other came to his face. Victim immediately got the memo as he opened his mouth, taking Agent’s fingers, sucking them and coating them in his saliva. Throughout the entire thing, he was constantly moaning and groaning, getting both Mitsi and Agent riled up with how desperate he seemed.

Mitsi gave his weeping tip a few licks at first before taking Victim fully into her mouth, making him throw his head back onto Agent. He gasped and choked at first before moaning at the feeling of Mitsi's warm mouth around him, his girlfriend following suit as she moaned around him, sending vibrations through his entire being.

Agent was mainly silent, only groaning or breathing heavily every now and then as he focused more on making Victim feel good. He mainly abused Victim’s neck, biting, sucking, and licking. Eventually, he pulled his hands away, no longer silencing Victim as much as he moaned much louder, the sound bouncing off the walls of his office.

His fingers carefully traced around him before he entered two, feeling around. Victim jolted, his grip tightening fractionally on Mitsi's head as his fingers started getting tangled in her hair. Agent thrusted carefully before realizing Victim wanted more with the way he constantly moved his lips back. He entered more, pushing them deeper until he was sure he hit the right spot.

A string of curses and moans left Victim at the contact on his good spot. “Fuck—yes! Keep going, please—” Victim pleaded, grinding insistently against Agent's fingers.

He kept going, scissoring inside of him before deciding that Victim was loosened up enough. Agent took his time since it has indeed been a while since Victim has had sex, Mitsi made sure to suck him slow, wanting Agent to be fully included so they could both equally get him to come. He shifted Victim a bit more, letting him do the honors as he kept a firm hold on him.

Victim's legs shook as he looked back, his hand fumbling around Agent's length as he lined it up near his hole. Finally, the tip entered and both males vocally made their pleasure known while Mitsi waited, still having a mouthful of Victim in her mouth. In one single motion, he sank down on Agent, both of them taking a moment before they gave Mitsi the go ahead.

Agent started to move, grinding into Victim while holding him in place as Mitsi started picking up her pace, sucking more eagerly as her tongue swirled around him. Victim whimpered, the dual sensations nearly melting his mind from how good it felt.

His boyfriend moved from grinding against him, to small thrusts, holding Victim firmly against him so that he could do it properly. Victim was by far, the loudest in the room compared to the other two, completely unraveling under both of their ministrations.

It didn't take long before both Mitsi and Agent could tell he was close. “A-Ah! Agent—Mitsi, I-I’m…” Victim struggled to properly vocalize his impending climax, but Mitsi just continued, moaning around him while she touched herself.

Agent pulled him into a kiss, swallowing the next few noises that spilled out of him as his thrusts turned rough and sloppier. It seemed they both were nearly reaching their own climax in time with Victim’s.

Agent lifted Victim up just slightly, enough to the point where all but his tip was pulled out of Victim. He whined at the feeling of not being filled, but nearly screamed in both surprise and pleasure when Agent slammed him back down, thrusting in time to meet with his ass. That alone sent Victim right over the edge as he came with a cry of both Mitsi's and Agent's name, followed by a string of curses and whimpers as he orgasmed.

Mitsi opened her mouth wider, reaching her own orgasm with a high-pitched moan as well when Victim reached his, making sure to milk every last drop out of him. She swallowed and sucked, not wasting a single drop before pulling back, coughing slightly since she ended up gagging on him.

Agent followed suit after them, having to thrust a few more times inside of Victim before he stilled, spurts of his seed painting Victim's inner walls. He groaned both their names, collapsing back onto the chair as Victim followed suit, still kissing and nipping at his already marked up neck.

They all sat there for a while, the room filled with nothing but small moans, whines, and pants. Agent was the first to recover, gently lifting Victim off of him before he cleaned them all off. It was good thing Victim has a random toilet paper roll in his desk that totally isn't for when he's touching himself. If not, then they’d have to suffice with a box of tissue paper.

Victim collapsed onto his chair, still shaking and heaving. Mitsi smiled, having recovered quite easily as she leaned forward, a hand coming to rest on his thigh which only made Victim twitch in response. “So, how was it? Should we do this more often for you?”

He swallowed, casting a look at Agent and Mitsi before nodding. “Y-Yeah… Thanks, both of you.”

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Victim, or now known as H4CK3R was sitting in a small dark corner somewhere, keeping to himself as he still tried to get a grasp of his newly found powers. It had been a while since Alan pulled the plug on his PC, he couldn't access the Internet from then, only having himself and Dark as company.

Dark was… well, not exactly the ideal company he wanted anyways. H4CK3R had just met him and joined his cause sure, but he wasn't exactly friendly with him. He was more cautious than anything, finding him very suspicious as well as too extroverted for him.

Despite how much he wanted to keep to himself, Dark would always pop up out of nowhere. H4CK3R's pretty sure he has multiple spider cameras he's not aware of, but who is he to be making enemies with someone he just sided with?

“…” H4CK3R shifted, the eye on the panel on his face visibly narrowing as he turned to look at a dark corner. “What do you want, Dark?”

Dark emerged from the shadows, strutting with a confidence that only made H4CK3R’s eyes narrow further. “Oh, me? Nothing, nothing… What are you doing?”

He stepped, one arm coming to rest on H4CK3R's shoulder as he peered at the panel H4CK3R had summoned earlier. He was looking through the command panel, checking out all the features that came with his newly attained title. “Ooh, nice.”

H4CK3R just ignored him, continuing to swipe through, occasionally testing out the features himself. Dark was silent throughout the entire thing, playing around with his own powers that was mainly just him creating multiple different things with that… ‘goo’ of his before absorbing it back into himself.

Admittedly, H4CK3R didn't mind Dark’s company, especially not when he's the only other person here. Despite how they're personalities clash, he appreciated the company and they both bonded over the mutual hatred they both held for Alan.

Past that? Well… Dark could be a bit too friendly. He tried to get H4CK3R to fuck him a day into knowing each other, but backed off once H4CK3R threatened to break off the deal. He's not going to blame Dark, he hasn't had action in years since Mitsi happened, and they both seemed like sexually frustrated and pent up stickmen.

“Dark.” H4CK3R said after a moment, turning to look at Dark who was gently nipping and licking at his neck. “What do you think you're doing?”

Dark stared back at him, not breaking eye contact before he pulled away, smiling. “Whattt? You're my partner, my buddy! Gotta let people know who you're affiliated with.” He made absolutely no sense, but H4CK3R wasn't going to stop him.

They both have been pent up lately, and H4CK3R hasn't done anything more past simple touches and kisses with Dark if he was desperate enough. The rest was initiated with Dark, but he hasn't crossed into intercourse, the most that happened was the both of them undressing that one time.

Dark took that as permission to continue, eagerly kissing and nipping at his neck. After a while of him just sucking and creating hickeys, he decided to bare his fangs. H4CK3R's breath hitched when he felt the canines sink into his neck, immediately tensing up. “Wh—”

The bites didn't stop, it seemed that once Dark had a taste, he would continue until H4CK3R was bled dry. He bit down harder, hard enough to draw blood before lapping it all back up. “Mmm, you taste pretty good.” Dark licked his lips, looking up at an incredibly flushed H4CK3R.

H4CK3R backed up, one hand covering the spot on his neck that was bitten, eyes widened in shock. He pulled his hand away, finding some blood staining it before he looked back at Dark. “What the hell?”

“What?” Dark replied, almost confused as to why he was so surprised. “Hey, you can repay the favor. No need to be so grumpy.”

He glared, almost bristling at the fact that Dark had proposed for him to do the same. However, he gave pause, his gaze travelling back to his hand that had blood on it, then he turned back to Dark.

“…Fine. Don't think you're getting any more than that.”

H4CK3R would find himself taking that statement back later.

“Righttt… Go on then, have your fill.” Dark tilted his head, exposing the column of his neck as H4CK3R came forward, his hands coming to rest on his shoulders. He kept him in place as his breath ghosted over Dark's skin, his eyes scanning it, wondering what he should do next.

Eventually, he just said fuck it and tried to copy what Dark was doing to him earlier. H4CK3R latched on, licking and sucking at first, before it moved onto kissing. Once he was satisfied with the hickeys appearing, he finally decided to bite.

Dark let out a huff when his teeth finally sank in, not exactly a moan, but more of an amused breathy kind of groan. He tensed up when H4CK3R continued biting, licking up every drop of blood that started to bleed through the pierced skin.

He didn't stop there though, only continuing as he leaned forward onto Dark, sending them both to the floor.H4CK3R landed on top of Dark, caging him in as he continued marking every single unblemished part of his skin with kisses, hickeys, and bite marks.

“Woah, someone seems a little hungry.” Dark remarked, his arms coming to wrap around H4CK3R's neck.

H4CK3R didn't respond, starting to become more insistent as his hands started to roam. One hand felt around his chest before it slipped under Dark’s shirt, making the man below him arch slightly into the touch.

“Fuck..” Dark’s single curse did nothing to quell the sudden spike of heat in his abdomen. Victim just tugged at his shirt, looking up at him for permission.

The man under him gave him this infuriating smirk that he just wanted to wipe off right then and there. “Oh? I thought you said nothing more… Breaking your own rules?”

“Shut it.” H4CK3R finally tugged off Dark’s shirt, his eyes running over every piece of skin that he could mark with his mouth. He was quick to start biting everywhere, occasionally sucking on Dark’s nipple while playing with the other.

Dark just chuckled, laying back as he allowed H4CK3R to do what he pleased. “How cruel.”

His taunting only served to fuel him even more, H4CK3R started to become more forward. His knee came up in between Dark’s legs, his eyes narrowing in mild satisfaction when his breath hitched, his back arching once more towards H4CK3R.

He leaned back, eyes scanning the disheveled Dark with that stupid smirk still on his face. H4CK3R couldn't deny though, he looked good all marked up like this, especially from him. He should do this more often, he should mark him everywhere and make sure they wouldn't fade.

“Something you like?” Dark teased, tilting his head a bit more while slowly spreading his legs. It was clear he was fully aroused, practically begging for H4CK3R to just fuck him.

For once, H4CK3Rwasn’t finding himself refusing. “There is.” He replied simply, diving back down to litter Dark's body with marks once again as his other hand fumbled with his waistband.

Within a matter of seconds, Dark was completely undressed before him. A weeping tip greeted him, basically crying for attention from H4CK3R. He observed for a moment, before one hand wrapped around it, starting to pump up and down.

Dark’s reaction was instantaneous. He arched, the moans and groans becoming more vocal now that he was actually getting some stimulation from his dick. H4CK3R set a fast pace, kissing Dark a few times before going back to his previous goal of marking him everywhere.

“Oh, fuck—Yes, keep going—just like that…!” He pleaded, one hand clutching desperately to the fabric of H4CK3R’s shirt, bunching it up as a result. H4CK3R continued his pace, pulling back once he was sure Dark’s lower half was covered in marks. As his eyes traveled lower, he had the urge to mark him once again.

H4CK3R paused, earning a whiney huff from Dark. He bucked his hips, trying to seek the friction he lost when Victim stopped moving his hand “Why’d you stop moving?”

“Quiet.” He stroked him a few more times before H4CK3R moved his head lower, nearing Dark’s inner thigh. Then he opened his mouth, licking and kissing first as he observed Dark’s reaction.

He was effectively silenced when H4CK3R moved his hand again, becoming increasingly more vocal when he started to kiss his inner thigh. Dark’s legs trembled slightly, making H4CK3R's other hand slide up to keep him in place. Dark’s curses started to become more colorful while his hips strained against his hand, obviously nearing his climax.

After a bit more of licking and kissing, H4CK3R decided it was about time he tried taking a bite. Dark yelped, his entire body jolting the moment his teeth made contact with the skin, easily breaking through as he tasted blood. H4CK3R continued biting, particularly enjoying how Dark seemed to twitch, moan, and practically yell every time he did so.

He could get used to this.

H4CK3R finally pulled away from Dark’s legs, a slight satisfied smirk on his face. Dark was trembling underneath him, twitching at even the slightest touch. “Holy shit—” He huffed, putting a hand up to his face as if it would lessen how flushed he was. “you have a thing for marking or what?”

He glanced off to the side, his hands sliding up from Dark’s legs up to his hips. “Maybe.” H4CK3R didn’t let Dark respond as he lowered his head, not hesitating to take him into his mouth.

Dark moaned loudly, hips bucking as one hand found it’s way to H4CK3R's head. He maintained eye contact with Dark, observing his reaction as he continued sucking him off, figuring he was close thanks to all the biting he’s done. He wasn’t far off, Dark was definitely close as his volume increased, practically shouting into the void while babbling on about some nonsense he couldn’t decipher.

H4CK3R's only warning that he received was Dark pushing him deeper onto his dick. He gagged slightly, but only opened wider as Dark came with a shout of his name. Soon enough, he felt Dark’s hot release go down his throat, swallowing everything up without fail.

His hands on Dark’s hips slid lower, gently massaging his trembling legs while he waited for his orgasm to subside. Once Dark came down from his high, H4CK3R pulled away, licking up any of his release that ended up on his face.

Dark laid there for a moment before a breathless laugh left him. “Wow. Never knew you could do that.” He sat before pouncing on H4CK3R himself, pushing him to lay down on the floor. “Want me to repay the favor?” Dark’s travelled lower, making H4CK3R realize he was sporting his own hard on this entire time.

Honestly, he was too focused on marking Dark to be chasing his own release. H4CK3R stared off to the side for a moment, hesitant before finally nodding. “…All right.”

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Blue was inside of the kitchen, busy cooking lunch for the gang since he’s apparently been the mutually appointed chef between all of them. Who’s he to deny that role? He’s quite serious about his food, knowing that the others think he’s the best cook only made him feel even more confident in his skills.

Green was sitting at the counter, humming to himself while on his phone. Thankfully, he wasn’t back in his influencer arc. He paid more attention to the gang, preferring to spend time with them over chasing clout. In fact, he was offering Blue some company in his own way and also serving as his taste tester every now and then. Green was honestly a pretty good taste tester since he’s big on food, Blue could rely on him for culinary feedback whenever he needed.

He stepped around the kitchen a bit more, checking on the pot that he’s been stewing to make chicken broth. Blue took a spoonful, sipping as he tried to taste the difference he put in it. He decided to change up the amount of spices he put in, nodding thoughtfully to himself.

“Hey, Green?”

“Yeah?” Green looked up from his phone, headphones slipping off as he gave his full undivided attention to Blue. It’s something he improved on ever since he started becoming too attached to his phone. “What’s up?”

He slid off his seat at the counter, joining Blue as he tilted his head. It was obvious that he was pretty interested once he spotted the spoon in Blue’s hands, looking at him with an expectant gaze that any dedicated taste tester would have.

“Could you try this for me? How’s it taste? I tried to add some more flavor with the spices.” Blue took another spoonful from the pot, holding it up to Green. “I didn’t add too much, though, I know you can’t handle spice.” He teased.

Green frowned at the tease, remembering all too well that he could not handle spice as well as the others, especially Blue. Due to his nether wart addiction and how spicy it was—he basically developed an insane spice tolerance.

He took a sip, humming to himself thoughtfully at the taste while he continued licking the spoon still in Blue’s hands. He stared at Green, not exactly sure what to do, he was taken aback, almost a bit entranced by what he was seeing.

Green looked back up at him, “Well, I think it tastes better than how you made it before. Not too spicy, maybe a little more salt and kelp? I think that should do it.” He said after thinking for a while, leaving Blue to stare at his spoon.

“…Ah, alright.” He followed the advice he was given, adding just a pinch more of salt, stirring it before letting it heat up to boil. Blue then moved on to making the dessert, wanting to make a strawberry cake for them, mainly also because he had just grown some and wanted to use them.

He’d taken the cake out earlier, leaving it to cool on the counter. Blue finally got around to making the icing, using a piping bag to squeeze out the icing onto the cake. After covering the whole cake in icing, he worked on making it look presentable, squeezing out a few globs around the edges. Blue would pause every now and then to place some strawberries before continuing on the icing.

Eventually, he finished, accidentally getting the icing on his finger. Instead of licking it off of himself like a normal person, he offered it to Green. “Want some?” He asked, holding his hand out to Green who looked up from his phone, eyeing the frosting on his fingers.

Normally, this would be weird, but the entire gang was in some sort of… relationship with each other. They all never really defined it, but they were all comfortable enough to be open with each other, whether it was just platonically, romantically, or maybe even sexually.

“Did you even have to ask?” Green took a hold of Blue’s hand immediately licking the frosting off his fingers. Truth be told… Green got way too passionate, practically sucking at Blue’s fingers. And him? Oh, he didn’t, no, not at all.

“…” Blue continued staring, coming to the realization that he was probably into this. Did Green already pick up on the fact he was into this when he was staring at him so intently earlier with the spoon?

It became pretty clear when Green finally stopped, pulling his mouth away with Blue’s fingers covered in his saliva. “Tastes pretty sweet.” He said with a smirk, fixing Blue with a knowing gaze. “You’re such a freak, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, but didn’t pull his hand away, seeming to want to continue. “You gonna keep going or what?”

“Put some more icing.” Green replied, leaving his seat to stand in front of Blue now.

Blue didn’t waste much time, already squeezing some more icing on his hand. He ignored the obvious smug smirk on Green, really, where did he get all his flirt from? Green held his wrist again, taking Blue’s fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking with more vigor than he did previously.

Blue had to admit, this was pretty hot.

Green eventually pulled away, licking his lips as he kissed Blue’s hand, first the inside of it, then his knuckles before trailing the kisses all the way up his arm. His eyes narrowed in satisfaction at the clear shiver that he was getting from Blue. “As much as I’d like to keep going…” His eyes moved to look behind Blue.

“The soups boiled over.”

Blue quickly snapped out of it, practically shoving Green off of him as he realized he was in the kitchen with Green, leaving the stove on while getting distracted. That is a serious fire hazard! He can’t be doing that again.

“Right—” He said with a cough, quickly cleaning his hand off. “Go get the others and tell them lunch is ready.”

Green smiled, leaning close to kiss him on the cheek. “Okay. And we can continue this later, no icing needed.”

He flushed but quickly shooed Green away to get the others, focusing back on pouring the soup into the bowls. “After we eat.”

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A loud boom ensued and some birds started flying from the trees, clearly disturbed by something. A red figure emerged from the trees, landing into an open clearing. He tracked a trail in the dirt as friction worked it’s absolute hardest to keep him in place.

Dark rolled his shoulders, looking up at Chosen who emerged into the clearing, his fists covered in fire. “Who the hell puts cereal, then milk?”

He chuckled, raising a hand as he formed a fireball, tilting his head. “Seriously, getting all riled up over this, Cho? Real cute of you.”

Chosen glared, propelling himself forward with a burst of fire. Dark threw the fireball, watching it explode as it headed straight for Chosen. He stood there for a moment, trying to peer through the smoke that resulted from the explosion. Two pinpricks of red glowed through, immediately making Dark step to the side to avoid the sudden glare of the lasers, watching them singe and cut right through the grass.

“Wow, that mad, are you?” Dark taunted, catching Chosen’s fist before engaging in a close-combat fight with him. He quickly blocked a punch to the face, stepping back to avoid the sweep of Chosen’s legs before getting hit right into a tree from the next blow. “I still stand by my statement. Cereal then milk is better.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Chosen said, accelerating himself forward with fire as he aimed a kick straight towards Dark’s torso.

He held up both his arms, blocking the oncoming kick while he dug his heels into the ground. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.” Dark said with a wink, throwing a fireball towards the tree Chosen had ripped from the ground, deflecting it away from him.

Dark could tell he definitely got Chosen with that statement, his face was incredibly red as he grabbed him by the collar, throwing him up into the air. Dark caught himself in the air properly with fire shooting out from his hands. He looked down, scouting out where Chosen could be before immediately catching a kick from him.

“You are… insufferable.” Chosen hissed, pushing himself away from Dark before shooting forward again, exchanging a few blows.

Dark only smirked, catching a fist before pulling Chosen forward against him. One hand came to rest on his waist as he leaned forward, making Chosen lean back in kind. “You know this won’t change my mind. So why’re you still fighting?”

“Not that I mind.” He added, making Chosen frown at the fact he probably knew that Dark was into getting beat up by him.

Chosen shoved him away, glaring once again. “Shut it.” Despite the fact he still wanted to beat some sense into Dark, he knew that Dark made a point. They would both get nowhere like this, especially since he’s literally just fighting over the fact that cereal is supposed to come after milk. Not to mention how Dark probably liked getting beat up by Chosen.

“…I hate you.” He finally said after a while of glaring.

Dark rose a brow, crossing his arms. “Where is this coming from—?” He was rather suddenly interrupted by Chosen immediately crashing his lips against his own.

“Shut. Up.” He growled between their kisses, distracting Dark enough to the point where they were both free falling through the air, locked in a passionate yet pretty hateful kiss.

Dark smiled against his lips, opening his mouth and letting Chosen slip his tongue inside with little to no resistance. He moaned throughout the kiss, nearly forgetting that they were about to meet the ground before Chosen took matters into his own hands.

He pulled away, pulling Dark closer against him, biting his lip on the way out and drawing blood. Chosen covered the landing as fire shot out from his feet below him, softening the acceleration of falling through the air enough that they both landed safely.

“Wow, what a hero.” Dark drawled, licking his bitten lip that started to spill blood. Chosen didn’t even respond, already locking him in another kiss, one hand snaking up to the back of his head to keep him from pulling away.

They only pulled away a handful of times for air, Dark getting dizzier every time Chosen dove back in for another kiss, practically sucking the air out of his lungs at this point. “Cho—” He huffed, losing his balance thanks to how dizzy he was, pulling Chosen down along with him.

Dark was sprawled out against the grass, with Chosen on top of him. He paused, deciding not to kiss Dark directly again since he could tell he was getting dizzy. Instead, Chosen moved onto his neck, roughly kissing and biting it. Oh yeah, he was definitely mad.

“Someone seems a little mad.” He said with a huff of amusement, completely unbothered by the deathly glare Chosen fixed him with.

“Did you ever learn how to be quiet?” Chosen asked, knowing full well that Dark most likely doesn’t shut up just to piss him off. His hands starting to roam as he palmed against Dark’s arousal through his pants, looking back up towards him first for permission to go further.

Dark smirked, finding it cute that Chosen still asked for consent even when mad. “No, it’s pretty funny when you’re mad. Who else can fill the silence you bring anyways?” he gave a single nod, giving him the go ahead and immediately got his pants pulled off of him.

“Woah! Not even taking me out to dinner first?”

Chosen didn’t find it amusing, a finger hooking onto his boxers as he pulled it down. Dark’s breath hitched when the air hit him, his head throwing back slightly when Chosen’s hand started to wrap around him.

His hands started to move, his fingers coming up towards Dark’s mouth. Chosen watched as Dark stared at them before opening his mouth after realizing, he shoved his fingers inside, feeling Dark moan around them. Since they were outside this time around, he didn’t have lube, so their saliva would have to do. Soon after, he pulled his hand back after deeming them properly covered in spit.

Dark whined slightly when Chosen’s fingers poked around his hole for a bit before he finally entered two, earning a rather loud moan from him. He clawed at the ground, uprooting grass and dirt with nothing else to really hold onto besides Chosen. Despite the fact he was most definitely mad, Chosen was sure to prep him properly, responding to any discomfort Dark had expressed.

Like the freak he is though, Dark liked it, so Chosen just concerned himself with making sure sure he was stretched out enough. After a bit of prepping, Dark was already getting needy, bucking his hips into Chosen’s hand. “C’monn… What’s the hold up?” He complained, earning a glare from Chosen and a rather particularly rough thrust of his fingers that hit that particular spot inside of him.

“Haven’t learned patience either, have you.” Chosen said, posing it more as a statement rather than a question because no, obviously he has never learned patience.

Normally, Dark would have responded with something that would rage bait him, but he was too busy trembling and moaning beneath him to really be saying anything in retaliation. Chosen exposed himself soon after, lifting a trembling leg over his shoulder as he positioned himself properly.

Dark watched in anticipation, he almost wanted to mess with him by not moving, but Chosen was pent up as well. He slid inside with little to no resistance, groaning while Dark moaned underneath him, gripping onto his sleeve desperately.

He leaned closer, nearly bending Dark in half as he kissed him, their dirty and debris covered bodies pressing against each other as he nipped at Dark’s neck. “Relax.” Chosen said, having already picked up on the fact that Dark was clenching around him tightly.

After a bit more of kissing and licking, Dark had relaxed around him a bit more. Then he finally started to move, eyes observing in satisfaction of how he had reduced Dark to such a state. Maybe he should fight like this more often if that’s the case.

Chosen set a brutal pace once he was sure Dark was fine, slamming into him repeatedly. He continued biting at his neck, hands roaming across Darks, pinching and twisting at his nipples every so often to make him arch and gasp.

“Next time,” He said, pressing a kiss to Dark’s thigh resting on his shoulder, making sure to bite it, earning a jolt from Dark’s entire body and a loud moan. “do not try doing that cereal then milk bullshit on my cereal.”

He would have made sure Dark understood before he paused mid thrust, eyes tracking something moving nearby. Dark opened his tear-filled eyes before he noticed the movement as well, both of them pausing since they were quite literally out in the open having sex.

It was a simple bunny, hopping around before approaching them. It sniffed around, lifting it’s head to stare at the both of them.

They stared back at it.

Then it bounded straight towards Dark, making Chosen drag him back against him, eliciting a choked moan since he quite literally slammed right into Dark. He glared at it, a hand shooting out almost protectively around Dark. The bunny was quick to react, flinching back at the rather sudden movement.

The both of them had a staring match before Chosen realized Dark was there when a shaky hand tugged at his sleeve. “Cho—keep moving, please.” One quick look over told him he was already on the precipice of an orgasm, did he actually get off to the fact they could get caught by anything out in the open like this?

“You are so weird.” He muttered, thrusting into Dark once again, one hand uprooting the dirt and grass before he hurled it at the bunny. It took off running, leaving him and Dark alone once again as he resumed his pace.

Dark clenched around him, a loud moan which bordered on a whimper escaping him as he grabbed onto Chosen for dear life, the tears finally spilling out of his eyes as he came. He came all over himself, his release ending up on his stomach, and nearly shooting far enough to end up on his face and Chosen.

Chosen thrusted a few more times in Dark, leaning in to bite his neck as he muttered less than innocent things in his ear, coming soon after inside of him. Dark whimpered, clenching around him at the feeling of being filled so thoroughly. He kissed him a few more times, allowing the both of them a moment to recover.

Then he finally pulled away, pulling his clothes back on. He knew they were definitely dirty, but there wasn’t exactly anything to clean them off out here. Chosen also helped Dark cover himself, picking him up bridal style. “That didn’t really convince you, did it.” He muttered, taking off through the sky as he headed to their humble abode.

Dark smirked, having regained his infuriating flare again. He pulled himself closer to Chosen, wrapping his arms around his neck as he leaned in for a small kiss. “Nah, not really. Cereal then milk is still better, you can keep fighting me on that.”

“…Just stay away from my cereal.”