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The clouds rumble and the wind blows and Elliot’s airways are crushed in a small hand. Bluudud’s unnaturally tight grip keeps hold on Elliot’s neck until he’s limp and unmoving, then he’s thrown to an unimportant resting place for the next minute or so.
Bluudud looks around for the last survivor. He left Guest 1337 for last– not because he’s special, haha, no, only because he had injured himself so much earlier when he was protecting the others that Bluudud knew he’d be a quick kill.
But Guest 1337’s health bar wasn’t red. It wasn’t even yellow! The final boss regenerated. Yeah, Bluudud had never seen that one before.
He looked around the map. His aura reading should be gone in a couple seconds, so he marks Guest 1337’s location around the back of the mansion in one of his internal memory saves. Stupid game only lets him run so fast without using one of his cooldowns.
Bluudud is only halfway there when he notices his stamina bar draining. Guest 1337 is trying to sneak past him, huh? Not happening. Bluudud uses his triangulation knowledge to predict based on the two points where he saw and sensed Guest 1337 that he should be right… there.
Bluudud runs past the natural pillar to make Guest 1337 think he doesn’t know. Of course he knows! Once he hears the change in the air, telltale of a relieved sigh, he pivots on his heel and uses his precious walkspeed override cooldown to land a quick hit on Guest 1337. No block means Bluudud won the mind game.
“Got you!” Bluudud laughs. He holds off on sprinting until his hindered status won’t affect his speed. Guest 1337 runs back towards the mansion, so Bluudud follows. It’s unoptimal, but Bluudud uses another skill at the doors to sandwich Guest1337. Bluudud takes the side of the house to ambush Guest 1337 from the front, but… he isn’t here.
Bluudud runs to the front of the mansion to see his bots lying dead. Damn! He should’ve expected this. Oversight.
He runs back out the front to catch the tail end of Guest 1337 running behind the nearby mountain. Forty-three seconds left and Guest 1337 is still over half?! This is no good.
He spams C00lkidd’s GUI to override his walk speed as soon as it’s off cooldown. His experience is proving worthwhile, as he stops right around the corner he needs to.
“Hey! Get back here!” Bluudud calls. He notes how Guest 1337 has no stamina for the moment. How unoptimal! Bluudud spends the few short seconds of Guest 1337’s stamina recollection to catch up to him. He runs up close and laughs when he sees Guest 1337’s hands go up to protect himself. Considering Bluudud never intended to hit Guest 1337 now, anyway, he wonder’s what’s scaring him. Hahaha!
Bluudud punches Guest 1337 as soon as his arms go down. “Embarrassing!” He jeers.
Guest 1337 runs predictably. It’s easy to hit him with a second slash of his sword. Bluudud glances down at his health bar– red again! Oh, how easy. After the fire goes out, Guest 1337 sighs and stops running.
“What’s wrong, Soldier Boy?” Bluudud doesn’t kill him. Fifteen seconds left, even if he tried to run, he wouldn’t make it.
Guest 1337 doesn’t grace him with an answer. Instead, as soon as the timer hits 10, Bluudud is punched in the face. “Ow,” Bluudud yells. He coughs from the bottom of his throat before he gives chase again.
Damn.
Damnit!
Guest 1337 used his charge to make more distance and expertly dodged Bluudud’s (admittedly panicked and predictable) brick. Even when he was in melee range, Guest 1337 was able to POV tech him until the time ran out.
Bluudud is back in his room.
He looks for the closest thing in punching distance. His monitor is the first thing to go, then he punches his wall. After that, he bashes his keyboard into the wall and throws his headset across the room. He kicks his desk leg and flips his chair over.
This isn’t the first time Bluudud destroyed his room after a lost game. He didn’t used to rage so bad (excluding when he played any of the Call of Duty games, obviously) but since he got taken here, his mother hasn’t . With every game he plays, Bluudud returns to his room perfectly restored. Oftentimes when he gets the feeling that he’ll play soon, Bluudud will destroy whatever he can just for fun. There’s not much else to do– there’s no internet in this place and the only game on his desktop is Kane & Lynch 2: Dog Days.
Bluudud rips down his posters and breaks his ceiling fan before he gets tired and goes to sleep.
Bluudud is in a game again. The first thing he does is look down at the playerlist. Chance, Dusekkar, 007n7… Guest 1337. That… bastard! He thinks he can make a fool of Bluudud while everybody is watching and get away with it– no, not Bluudud. Nobody can embarrass Bluudud and live to laugh in his face.
Bluudud summons his bots (revenge doesn’t mean he won’t follow meta) and breaks off into a sprint. He passes a defenseless Elliot and brushes by a Noob on a generator who somehow doesn’t notice him. Not like he needs the money or experience, anyway.
He doesn’t bother to chase a vulnerable Chance with an absurd amount of weakness and ignores a missed slash from Shedletsky. He doesn’t have time to play with these rookies.
Maybe thirty meters away stands Guest 1337 in a black outfit. He reaches up to his face and lowers his sunglasses to stare directly at Bluudud.
“Guest 1337!” Bluudud cups his hands around his mouth and yells. “Come and fight me!”
Guest 1337 folds his shades and tucks them into his breast pocket. “Your desire for revenge will only bring you losses, young killer.”
“Thanks, Achilles Davenport, but I don’t need advice,” Bluudud seethes. “Fight me!”
The wind blows Guest 1337’s hair over the other side of his scalp. He combs it back into place with his large hand. “Will your pride be fixed with an unfair fight? The powers granted to you in this moment aren’t yours.”
He may be right, but Bluudud was never big on fairness when the scale was tipped in his favor. “You’re scared, Guest 1337!”
“Of you?” Guest 1337 wipes his mouth. “Run along, kid. Don’t start things you can’t finish.” He places his glasses back on his nose and pushes them up with one finger.
Bluudud clenches his fist and places a foot back. “I’ll finish you!” He charges at Guest 1337 who has more than enough time to react. He blocks Bluudud’s flaming sword slash and retaliates with a punch. Bluudud brings his hands up, “Aw, man!” He throws a punch of his own that’s easily dodged by Guest 1337.
They both land some hits. Guest 1337 aims for Bluudud’s face (any lower and he’d have to bend down) while Bluudud keeps his hits below the belt. By the time Bluudud checks the time, he’s reminded of the last time he was in this same situation. Guest 1337 is low, like last time, and like last time, he’s using his charge to escape with ten seconds left.
Bluudud coughs, “stop running, Guest 1337!”
Guest 1337 evades Bluudud’s attacks until only two and a half seconds remain. He turns with an all-too-smug smirk. “Let’s finish this.”
And he’s back in his room. God!...
Bluudud’s room looks a mess, just how it should.
He lays face down on his bed, knuckles red and raw. Humiliating! Not once has Bluudud ever lost a 1v1, much less one that he initiated! Guest 1337 and his new cool outfit have bested him!
Bluudud kicks his legs up and down. Damn, damn, damn! He’s so embarrassed. Guest 1337 looked so cool with his sunglasses and fancy collar and goatee, and Bluudud made a fool of himself!
He hears a ringing. He didn’t use his head to break anything this time. Weird.
If anything, the ringing sounds more like knocking. He covers his head with a pillow.
It’s muffled for a second. Then it’s banging. Bluudud turns his head to look at his door.
It pushes in cartoonishly. Bluudud’s door flies off its hinges and into his room. Since when was there something past that?! He’s never been able to get out.
Bluudud rolls over and pushes himself up into a sitting position. He watches as a man enters his room. A tall man. With blue hair.
“Gue– how are you here?!” Bluudud backs up so his back is against the wall.
Guest 1337 rolls his shoulder. “I said we would finish this, remember?”
“How are you here?!” Bluudud repeats.
“I walked. You’ve been losing recently, kid. It’s embarrassing,” obviously, “and it makes me feel bad because you’ve been ‘playing’ with a grudge.” Guest 1337 sighs. He learned from 007n7 that C00lkidd doesn’t understand what he’s doing. After a few nights of sleeping on it, Guest 1337 came to the conclusion that Bluudud is probably the same. “So get it over with.” Looking around the room, Guest 1337 decides he was right. When Matt would rage over games, he’d break stuff too. Usually not everything he owned and the walls, but still.
“What are you talking about?! I only tunnelled you once!” Bluudud defends.
“What is…” Guest 1337 furrows his brow. He shakes his head, he can ask someone later. “Before that. You’ve been avoiding me for last.”
“Coincidence!” Bluudud spits. “You happen to take damage early and go hide until last– it's optimal for me to not look for you specifically!” Bluudud kicks a pillow at him. “That’s the opposite of a grudge!”
Guest 1337 lets his eyes close as the plush pillow hits him in the face. “I’m not trying to embarrass you, Bluudud.” What would it look like if you were? “Look at this room. This isn’t how a kid should live.”
“I’m not a kid, I’m a teenager.” Bluudud scowls.
“... Right. Look, I’m not a survivor right now. I’m a man. So hit me. Physically. Get your anger out.”
“Do I look angry to you?!” Guest 1337 raises his brows. “I’m not! It’s just a game, I– making it personal would be stupid!”
Guest 1337 walks closer to Bluudud who is unable to sink any further into his wall. “I was your age once. Everything is personal.”
Bluudud kicks weakly at Guest 1337. Turns out that, in real life, a kid can’t really damage an ex-military soldier. Who would’ve thought? “Yeah, well– 1x1x1x1 hates Shedletsky, and Jason has a grudge against Two Time! I don’t see anybody crawling into their rooms to sort anything out!”
Guest 1337 pokes Bluudud between his eyes. “You’re so difficult.” Bluudud watches a bead of sweat form on Guest 1337’s forehead. “Kid. This crush you have is affecting your performance.”
“My– my what I have?!” Bluudud yells.
“Chance and Shedletsky won’t stop annoying me about it.”
“My what?!”
Guest 1337 rubs the bridge of his nose. “You aren’t as subtle as you believe you are, alright? So what’s gonna make you give it up?”
Bluudud stares wide-eyed at Guest 1337. Bluudud wouldn’t call it a ‘crush’, not in a million years! Guest 1337 is a survivor who sometimes (often) gets the best of him, and that’s that! Bluudud has a crush on Ivy Valentine and Felicia, not an old man who he plays games with!
Guest 1337 snaps his fingers in front of Bluudud’s face. “Let’s go, kid, I want to sleep at a proper time tonight. I don’t have forever.”
Bluudud blinks. He looks at Guest 1337, really looks at him. He’s in casual clothes. A black tank and ripped camo pants. His dog tag hangs almost enticingly over his chest.
What? Is Guest 1337 some kind of succubus?! Bluudud feels seduced! Gross. Bluudud raises a small, shaky hand to touch Guest 1337’s strong pecs. What?
Guest 1337 stares down at Bluudud. He’s motionless and Bluudud freezes under his intense gaze.
After a second, Bluudud panics and brings his hand to his chest as if he were burnt. He coughs violently and directs his eyes straight up to his ceiling.
“Would that make you play like normal?” Guest 1337 mutters.
Bluudud tries to keep his eyes to himself. He really tries. “Would what?” He flushes with embarrassment from how squeaky his voice sounded. Guest 1337 nods down in reference to himself. He doesn’t really want to say it. That would make it real, and guest 1337 doesn’t want to think about what he’s doing.
Bluudud lets his eyes wander. Well, Guest 1337, is letting him, so… he lets his hands wander, too. He hesitantly feels Guest 1337’s firm chest and stomach. This isn’t so bad… not something Bluudud would’ve dreamt of, but maybe something he will.
Bluudud breathes out slowly. His slight palms discover areas of powerful skin and commit them to Bluudud’s new map of Guest 1337. He doesn’t find anything that special… Bluudud notices that Guest 1337’s breathing is just as unsteady as his own.
He balls his fists and holds on to Guest 1337’s tight shirt. He pulls him down so that
Guest 1337 is leaning over the bed, midthighs pressed against the edge of the mattress between Bluudud’s legs.
“Damn,” Bluudud mutters. He’s never done this kind of thing in any of the games he’s played. He has a vague idea, at least…
He struggles with Guest 1337’s button and zipper. Once both are taken care of, Bluudud goes back to fondling Guest 1337’s pecs. He never really thought of himself as the type to like something like this.
Bluudud’s eyes move appreciatively over Guest 1337’s torso. Sweat makes shirt stick to skin and Bluudud is happy.
Guest 1337 falls forward a little more. It’s hardly more than five degrees, just enough for him to support himself with a strong arm planted next to Bluudud’s knee. Enough for Bluudud to smell his hesitation. And his general smell on top of that.
His free hand doesn’t do much to satisfy itself. He pulls Bluudud’s shirt up half an inch to let himself see a small sliver of blue skin. Bluudud would laugh if he wasn’t so nervous.
Bluudud slowly pulls his shirt up to his ribs for Guest 1337. He lays with his hands politely to himself for longer than he can stand it (five seconds). For symmetry, Bluudud pulls Guest 1337’s tank up high enough to match his own. The difference in their midriffs made Bluudud’s lower belly fill with heat.
Guest 1337’s large hand grabs Bluudud’s underfed waist. He thumbs over the dip in Bluudud’s concave stomach and squeezes gently. Bluudud squirms and laughs. Guest 1337 hooks the arm under Bluudud’s lumbar and lifts him. “Woah, woah,” Bluudud chokes. His arms wrap loosely around Guest 1337’s neck. He doesn’t take Bluudud far– he only turns him so he’s laying on the bed proper with room for Guest 1337 to stay above him.
Their faces are close now. Guest 1337 tries to back up a little, but Bluudud strains his arms to keep him close.
Guest 1337 supports himself with an elbow. His other hand goes up to bring Bluudud’s face closer by the back of his neck.
Bluudud is inexperienced and unexpectedly eager. He sucks and licks and bites Guest 1337’s top lip. Guest 1337 stays slow. It’s absurd that he’s still trying not to intimidate Bluudud at this point.
“Guest,” Bluudud murmurs. His fingers tangle in Guest 1337’s short blue hair. “Ooh, wow.”
Guest 1337 breaks the kiss with a final peck to Bluudud’s bottom lip. He sits up straight, hips above Bluudud’s and legs spread with knees trapping him in place. Bluudud writhes. “I’m not gonna…” Guest 1337 trails off. Bluudud gets the idea.
His shirt fell back down. Bluudud fixes it by pulling at the thin fabric until Guest 1337 takes it off. Ooh, wow. Dark hair covers his broad chest and trails down to below his undone zipper. Bluudud paws at Guest 1337’s hip, trying to roll the pants off. Guest 1337 swats his hand away and puts Bluudud’s arms up so he can pull his t-shirt off.
Bluudud whines when Guest 1337 reaches below the waistband of his shorts. He first arches his back up to hide his inadequateness from Guest 1337, but after he grabs Bluudud by his dick he breathes in and arches up into Guest 1337’s warm hand.
“Oh, god,” Bluudud squirms. Guest 1337 squeezes Bluudud’s immature cock, his other hand pulling Bluudud’s shorts down just below where his thighs become his hips. He gives Bluudud a few lazy pumps while he pulls himself from his blue boxers. He brings his hand back to himself to cover his mouth.
Ooh, wow.
Guest 1337 is pretty big! Nothing remarkable, probably, but it’s the first dick Bluudud has seen in person. Besides his own. But his is… nothing to write home about. Bluudud likes to think it’s because he’s still growing.
Bluudud raises his hips to meet Guest 1337’s. “Guest, come on…” he tries to urge Guest 1337 to touch him again.
“I will, I will,” he mutters. For now, he seems more concerned with stroking himself to the sight of Bluudud flushed under him. He shudders and relaxes his hamstrings to rest back on Bluudud’s thighs. He takes both Bluudud and himself into his hands and pumps them.
“Oh, god, Guest, it’s,” Bluudud chokes, “it’s warm, haha…” his four fingers hold his thumbs tight and he throws his head back. His black-toothed smile returns to its usual width and he squeezes his eyes shut.
Guest 1337 is amused, almost. Bluudud is cute like this.
He pumps them together, the way Bluudud’s hips try to follow his motions doesn’t go unnoticed. Guest 1337 makes his movements erratic– slowing down periodically, only stroking halfway, the such– so he can watch Bluudud’s hips stutter and hear him whine.
“I’m close,” Bluudud whispers. He moans outwardly when Guest 1337 tightens his grip to finish him off. He lets his arms fall to his sides and breathes heavily. Guest 1337 uses the slick of Bluudud’s pathetic satisfaction to bring himself to release. He cums on Bluudud’s stomach with a quiet sigh.
“... So…”
“It’s finished, then?...”