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Eli always manages to get himself into these damn situations.
He’d been recruited to help Luca test out a new device, some electronic that he’d swore would be useful in matches. Something about being able to track the hunter’s presence.
What had ended up happening instead is Luca, so excited he was practically vibrating, plugged in the machine, while Eli stood and held it. A series of cracks went off, with accompanying sparks and smoke.
In his panic, Luca had tried to stem the electric shocks with his bare hands, meaning they were both holding onto the sparking box when it sparked one last time, a bright white flash.
The next thing Eli remembers is waking up on Luca’s workshop floor, something metal digging into the back of his head painfully.
“Oh good! You’re not dead!” He hears. Luca must’ve gotten pretty fried, he’s never heard his voice that low.
Eli sits up, shaky, feeling the back of his head. It doesn’t feel like anything's bleeding, but his hood must’ve gotten knocked off...
“Clark? I need you to not freak out,”
His hair has never been this long…
“Something happened when we got shocked,”
Where is his blindfold?
“But the good news is I think I can definitely fix it! Maybe,”
“What...happened?” Eli asks, except his voice has never been that high.
“We uh...you are me. Currently.” Luca says, but Eli can barely hear him over the rushing in his ears right before he faints again.
When Eli wakes up a second time, Luca is ready for him.
“Don’t freak out I promise I can probably fix it!” He gushes out. Eli blinks.
“Damn. That wasn’t just a bad dream.” Comes Luca’s light voice, from Luca’s vocal chords. Despite the fact that it’s Luca talking, technically, it still manages to sound recognisably like Eli. Like his voice is one part physical and one part mental.
Luca would love to study that, but the way that Eli has started swearing and gesturing tells him it’s probably not the time for that.
“I mean what even happened,” Eli is saying when Luca tunes back into the conversation.
“Oh! I can answer that,” Luca says, “I think, between the electricity and your magic, we uh. Switched bodies? I bet it’s reversible though, and I bet I can figure out how to fix it within the day.” He says with confidence, drowning out Eli’s indignant “it’s not magic.”
“So what, I’m just supposed to walk around as you for the rest of the day?” Eli says, standing up from the floor. Or at least, attempting to stand up; his legs buckle as soon as he tries, sending him right back to his knees on the floor.
“Sorry, I forgot about that,” Luca says, scrambling over to the workbench, where he pulls out a pair of braces from one of the many drawers. Handing them over he says, “I normally only have to wear these during matches, because of all the running, but I guess the shock probably took them out faster than usual.”
Eli takes them, and settling back onto the ground, attempts to fit them around his leg.
“No, no you’ve gotta...here let me,” Luca kneels down in front of him, taking the brace from where Eli was trying to slide it on, undoing the straps and fitting it to his leg before tightening them. He repeats it with the other leg as well.
“Sorry you’re gonna have to deal with this shitty body for a little bit. Hey you know, I thought you were fully blind, but I guess you do that whole blindfold thing on purpose. Is it a sex thing?” Luca says.
Eli looks up from the warm pressure of Luca’s hands resting on his knees. “What? No! I am blind? What are you talking about?”
“No you’re not, I can see just fine.”
Eli sits there for a second. Oh.
“I can’t...that means I can still call on Brooke.” Luca doesn’t know what that has to do with anything, but all his questions are silenced when Eli lets out a long high whistle, which is immediately followed by his owl swooping into the workshop. Luca hadn’t even noticed when she’d left. Possibly it was when they’d passed out.
Eli’s sight comes flooding back to him through Brooke, and he sighs. It’s weird seeing himself kneeling down on the floor with him, his too blue eyes peering curiously at the two of them. Brooke settles on his shoulder, nestling his suddenly longer hair. At least someone is taking his new body in stride.
“I would love to study your connection to the owl sometime,” Luca says, watching them keenly.
“Not before fixing this,” Eli replies, gesturing to the two of them on the floor. With a huff, Eli gets up again, this time his legs keeping mostly steady.
“I never knew your legs were really bad. I never noticed. I kind of just, thought it was an accessory?” He says.
“That’s fair. I don’t need to wear them around the manor normally. I don’t ever do that much walking!” Luca replies, standing too. It’s nice, actually, being Eli. His body isn’t constantly wracked with minor aches and pains, no permanent bruises lining anywhere or legs that are one wrong move from giving out. Wearing a dress is a small price to pay for this kinda comfort in his own body. Eli’s body. Whatever.
The seer hums at that, stretching out his legs a little. “I’m gonna go uh, let you work. Come get me when you’re finished.”
“Leaving so soon?” Luca asks, a little disappointed.
“You need to figure out how to put us back in our own bodies, and I’m not going to be any help with that,” Eli says, moving towards the door of the workshop, “I’ll be back tonight to see how it’s going, but for now I just want to lay down.” He gestures to his legs. Ah, of course. Being Luca is a lot of work, and the prisoner wouldn’t wish it on anyone longer than necessary.
“I’ll see you tonight!” Luca calls to his own retreating back. Time to get to work then.
It’s been several hours since the accident, and Eli is tired. He wasn’t aware the other man was always in so much pain, but even walking around the manor exhausts him, regardless of the leg braces. He hasn’t explained to anyone what’s happened, but he’s been shot worried glances here and there from Andrew and Victor when he passes them in the halls, wondering why their friend is so quiet.
Brooke comes and goes, checking on Luca occasionally but mostly flying ahead to see if there’s anyone Eli might be forced into conversation with. So far, no one. It also wouldn’t do for Luca to be seen with what should be Eli’s bird.
Eli retires to his room after a dinner of keeping his head down and ignoring Victor’s questioning signs from across the table. Luca is going to have to apologize for Eli worrying his friends later, after everything is fixed, but that’s not here nor there.
Sighing, Eli flops down on his bed. His own bed, in his own room that he had to sneak into. He really doesn’t want to deal with the rumors of Luca slipping into his room at night. Speaking of Luca, Eli’d promised he’d go check on the other around now.
He’d promised, but Eli balks at the thought of having to walk to the other side of the survivors manor where Luca’s workshop is. Luckily, he still has Brooke.
Whistling for her, he sits up from his sprawl in bed. She comes swooping in from the perpetually open window.
“Hello sweet girl, go check on Luca for me one more time.” He says, before sending her off.
Laying back, he switches his sight over to hers, watching her round the manor from the outside and come to the workshop window, cracked open now after the last three times she’s visited.
She flies in, and perches on one of the many cluttered shelves in the room. The height gives the perfect vantage point to watch his own body, spread out on the work table’s bench with his robes rucked up around his waist, touching himself. What?
Eli, in his own body jolts back up in bed. What does Luca think he’s doing?
Transferring his vision once more to Brooke’s he watches as his body, as Luca, reaches out to the tabletop, touching the contraption that had started this whole thing. When his hand meets the metal surface, a jolt of electricity flies from it to his hand, and he jerks back with a moan. His other hand speeds up on his cock, stroking at a speed Eli winces at.
He wishes he could speak through Brooke, because he wants to yell at Luca. It’s weird, why is he doing this? It’s honestly uncanny, watching his own body writhe with pleasure as Luca shocks himself again.
...Does he really look like that? There’s a flush from his cheeks up to his ears, making him look bright red and desperate. When his eyes are open he can see they’re glazed over with tears, with more spilling every time a shock jolts through him. Luca hadn’t even bothered to undress fully, only pulling his robes to bunched around his waist and his underwear hanging off the ankle braced on the floor. The other foot is perched on the bench, keeping him spread wide. Luca grinds his thumb nail into the leaking slit of his cock, whimpering at the bite of it.
Eli’s jeans are feeling tight, a thing he realizes somewhat distantly. Idly he palms his cock through the denim, hissing at the bite of it. Why does Luca wear such uncomfortable clothes?
Shifting a little in bed, he unbuttons the jeans and drags both them and his underwear past his hips, leaving them bunched around his knees. Taking his cock in hand, he strokes at a much slower pace than Luca’s frantic grinding.
Luca fucks up into his own hand, using the braced foot as leverage. Reaching back to the desk, he touches the sparking device one more time, letting the electricity flow through him as he comes.
He continues to jerk his cock, milking the orgasm out of him, before sighing. The prisoner settles for only a minute, before scooping some of his come off his stomach, coating his fingers before reaching down between his spread wide legs.
He wastes no time in shoving one come coated digit in, stretching himself. Eli’s mouth goes dry. He’s never...never fingered himself before. Never honestly thought about it. But watching himself writhe and fuck down onto his fingers, two now, he can say the idea leaves him flushing and jerking up into his grip.
He urges Brooke to move a little closer, which she does with a hop and rustle of feathers. Luca whines, moving his hips in an undulation Eli didn’t even know his body could do.
Even though he just came, Luca is hard again, grinding hard onto his prostate. He wants to shock himself, just one more time, but he knows Eli is watching and wants to put on a little bit of a show.
Slipping his fingers out of him, he scoops up more come from his stomach, before thrusting three back in. Eli’s fingers are thin and long, but thicker than his own and the stretch in a body that apparently isn’t used to it makes his eyes roll back in his head.
Spreading his fingers out, he moans at the stretch, before thrusting them as deep as they’ll go, fingerfucking himself as fast as he can.
Eli moans, watching himself as he’s spread out, fingers exposing just a flash of his pink insides before they go back to fucking into him hard. He whines a little, stripping his cock at the same speed Luca is fucking himself. His hips jerk off the bed once, twice before he comes all over his shirt. Shit.
Luca moans, nailing his prostate with every thrust in. He writhes a little, getting comfortable, before reaching over with his other hand to the device on the table. As soon as he touches it, a shock jerks through him and he comes again, cock untouched and twitching from the overstimulation of two intense orgasms within an hour.
Pulling his fingers out of himself with a slick noise, Luca cracks his eyes open from where they were shut tight and looks directly at Eli’s owl.
“The device is finished, Eli. Come down when you’ve cleaned up.”
Eli swears, wiping his come on Luca’s shirt. Luca deserves to be seen walking around covered in come, and he definitely deserves the ass kicking Eli’s going to serve him as soon as they’re back in their own bodies.