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"I can't believe I'm letting you do this..."

*Elliot lay in bed with Chance, the gambler settling directly on top of him with a stupidly smug expression on his face. Their hands traced Elliot's cheek, giving him a small peck, before pulling back to look at his beautifully flustered face.*

"Ooh, come on, sweetheart.. don't act so reluctant now..." *They gave a sweet chuckle, pressing his lips to Elliot's neck, lovingly giving him a couple of hickeys. Elliot panted softly, pulling Chance closer subconciously.. his body craving for more of Chance's mouth.*

"Mnnnh... you taste as good as you look, hon.. you're making me even more eager to eat you all up...."

*His tongue swirled around all parts of his neck, watching Elliot's protests died in his throat as he continued with his sly antics. They spoke up, pure adoration and eagerness in their eyes..*

"I'll be so good to you... you deserve every second of my spoiling."

*Elliot let out a soft noise as Chance's mouth engulfed his head, swallowing him down slowly. His esophagus tightened at every gulp, sending Elliot further down to his new destination. Elliot muttered out weakly, the tightness of Chance's esophagus making it harder to speak or even think clearly.*

"God... the fact I'm even letting you do this is.. hnnh.. humiliating..."

*His body continued sliding down smoothly, Chance's stomach bulging out significantly with the newly weight. Elliot slid in smoothly into Chance's fleshy inner walls, a small content noise escaping his lips before he even realized it. He knew very well how hard Chance was going to tease him about that instinctual noise..*

"Hmm? What was that? A noise of satisfaction, I hear?"

*Chance let out a loud obnoxious laugh, sitting up as he held up his belly's weight, squishing Elliot slightly in the process. He stood in front of their mirror, analyzing and tracing Elliot's outline which was very noticeable from the outside.*

"Don't mention it.. I just didn't expect it to feel that good, is all..."

*The gambler chuckled, rubbing his stomach lovingly at Elliot's stubborn response, feeling Elliot's body twitch slightly the more he touched him more thoroughly.*

"Right right... whatever ya want me to believe, sweetheart."

*He let out a quiet belch, stretching his arms above his head in pure relaxation. The thought of his beloved being tucked away nicely within his confines excited him greatly, his hands continuing to rub his own stomach.*

"Mannn.. hehe..." *They hefted their belly upwards, causing Elliot to let out a muffled grunt of 'discomfort'.* "I kind of look pregnant like this.. you're like my baby. Like a fooood baby... heh."

*Chance winced as he immediately felt Elliot give a soft kick to his stomach wall, nearly doubling over and tumbling onto the floor beneath them. He gave an exasperated sigh, trying to hide his amusement at the thought.*

"Don't compare me to a baby ever again.. Let alone a 'food baby'... ufff..."

*They let out a soft belch, patting his stomach as he recovered from the kick, now trying to regain his usual confient demeanor.*

"Hmmm.. alright alright. Then I'll just call you my food.. my own personal snack I wouldn't ever share with anyone else... sound okay with you?"

*The pizza boy gave two quick kicks to the stomach wall, causing Chance to jolt his hands away from his own gut, pathetic winces escaping his lips.. even if those kicks didn't really hurt all that much.*

"Gnnh! Owiiee...! You're so mean to me, Eli.. gosshh.. you're soooo cruel to me.. your own boyfriend..!"

*Chance whined out loud, dramatically clutching his abdomen in 'betrayal', while Elliot rubbed his head against his warm walls. This intimacy felt like a nice break compared to all the hell they usually went through together, it truthfully felt like they had the whole world to themselves only.. and to eachother.*

*...up until Chance took notice of something.*

"Er, Eli... say.. when did you say the next round would happen again..?"

*Dead awkward silence quickly filled the room.. until Elliot finally spoke up after what felt like excruciatingly painful minutes.*

"...Two minutes from now."

*Immediately, Chance sprang up in a panic, causing Elliot to be jostled around in his gut, causing the gambler to burp again.*

"..'scuse me... but, HUH?! What do you mean two minutes?!" *They quickly got into position, desperately attempting to regurgitate Elliot's body, squeezing Elliot against the mattress in the process...*

"Mmnnhhff... the more you panic, the worst it'll be!.. just.. settle down and--... hngh!"

*Chance wasn't listening, continuing to press down in hopes of throwing him up.. though, at the rate he was going, he was getting nowhere.. the only real thing he was doing was pressing Elliot deeper against his walls, causing him to let out muffled noises each time he tried to speak sense into this dumbass.*

"Mmnhff... mmf..!"

*It truthfully wasn't long until the next round started, Chance's heart racing quicker at the thought of anyone catching them like this. By grace, he wasn't spawned nearby anyone, causing him to let out a gentle sigh of relief as he hid behind the closest wall.*

"Aaahhh... phew.. no one's in sight.. yet. Though, they're probably gonna wonder where you are soon, considering how vital your healing is to the team..."

*Chance slumped against the wall, attempting to pull down his suit to cover his stomach full of Elliot, which only turned out to be pointless considering how noticeable his gut was right now...*

*Elliot huffed out a sigh, patting the stomach wall in resignation.*

"I'm not going to be mad at you if we get caught, just.. a little bit annoyed, uh huh...? Just.. stay as quiet as you possibly can.."

*Chance patted his stomach wordlessly, his stance shifting from his usual defensive and eager to go trigger happy with his gun.. to a more protective and laid-back stance. They didn't want neither Either nor himself to be an easy target for the killer...*

*Until Chance heard the familiar slash of Shedletsky's sword, and the pitter patter of footsteps rapidly approaching.*

"Yo, Chance! A little help...."

"....here."

*His gaze loomed imemdiately down towards Chance's stretched out gut, a dark shade of red overtaking his entire face.. he had never felt so embarrassed in his life.*

"...ahem.... I was going to ask where Elliot was, since the last we saw 'em was with you, bud.."

"But.. uh...."

*Chance coughed loudly, waving his hand dismissively, still attempting to cover his belly with his shirt.*

"Yes! Yes... indeed... I'm.. holding Elliot in my stomach...." *They discreetly gestured to his stomach, visibly more squirmy and distended than the usual...*

"...now don't tell me you bring the killer right towards us--"

"[SURPRISE]! 0H. Wh47 d0 w3 h4v3-->[HERE]?" *Noli's glitchy form materialized out of thin air, the void star held firmly within his grasp. The sheer power in his hands nearly made them tremble, especially Chance, as he protectively held his stomach, Elliot's squirms settling down a tad bit as he sensed the tense situation.*

"..gosh.. had I been the one to eat you instead, I would've just used my rush hour..." *He muttered under his breath, poking the stomach wall in annoyance. Chance let out a hiccup as Shedletsky protectively stood infront of them.*

"I got this... well, actually... I probably don't since my cooldown but--" *Shedletsky shrugged his shoulders, still standing firmly infront of Chance.. and Elliot. Technically.*

"H0w [INTRIGUING]. 0n3 prot3ct1ng th3 0th3r... wh47 4 d1spl4y 0f tru3 [FRIENDSHIP]!" *Noli approached them slowly, a widening grin on one of his sides of his mask.. his laughter echoing throughout the map...*

*..before he finally looked down and took notice of Chance's distended stomach.*

"...y0u 4r3....." *His words almost seemed hesitant, his grip on his void star loosening up a bit for whatever reason. Something was holding him back..*

"I'm pregnant! Yes! That's what I am!" *Elliot genuinely couldn't believe the shit he was hearing, facepalming quietly in response as he curled up to appear atleast somewhat smaller. It pissed him off even further at the fact it was genuinely working..*

"[OH SHIT]!!!! 1'M s0 s0rry! Th1s w4s 4ll 4 ->>BIG m1sund3rst4nd1ng...!" *His consideration was very odd, but greatly appreciated surprisingly enough. Noli ran off some other direction, his arms flailing wildly. It made them wonder why he hesitated when it came to killing 'pregnant' people all of the sudden..? Either way, they got off scott free that whole round.*

*Chance slumped into a chair in the cabin with the help of Shedletsky guiding him, still holding Elliot within his inner walls as quite literally every survivor stared at his bulging gut. The gambler tossed his head down, reluctant to explain anything of what was going on...*

*They knew very well the other survivors would talk and spread the news like wildfire in just a matter of seconds, that same embarassing shade of red filling Chance's face.*

*Shedletsky would pat his shoulder, a sad attempt to comfort him after being the center of attention...*

"Heyyy buddy... trust me, they'll forget in a week... at most."

".....gnnnhhhh... don't talk to me, maaaaannnnnn..... my luck's run dry.." *A soft squirm came from Elliot, along with a muffled 'mhm' coming from Chance's stomach in agreement, an equal amount of embarrassment from both partners...*

Burrrrrpppp oops i ate all my fanfic juice... my bad guys i got hungy 👅