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The team was swiftly falling apart, with each line of their defenses quickly decimated in a matter of minutes. Every sentinel the team was relying on was easily killed; first Shedletsky after missing one swing; then Chance with his abysmal luck and finally Guest for trying too hard to save the others. Two Time was barely holding on with their last life; meaning they were noticeably frailer than in their normal form; so they had said they would only attempt to stun the killer under severe circumstances. The supports weren’t granted any mercy either, Dusekkar was slaughtered before the round had even begun. 1x1x1x1 had no intention of allowing the pumpkin to intervene in his attacks. Taph suffered a similar fate, though it was apparent he wasn’t falling for the tripwires anyways. Even Builderman was down unfairly quickly.
That left only Elliot, Noob, Two Time and 007n7 who was currently being chased. Stamina was diminishing rapidly and each step sent horrific waves of pain from the bleeding gash in his arm, and 1x was quickly catching on. The killer persistently tailed behind, only slowing down to swing his sword - a few attempts hitting: slicing through clothing and skin like paper. 007n7’s only hope of living the encounter would be to lure him off with a clone, though he’d already failed to do that once.
Nonetheless, it was worth another try, 007n7 dashed around a corner sending one of his clones out in his place. He glued his back to the wall, refusing to move or even breathe, hearing the loud thuds of 1x’s footsteps fade away as he dashed for the clone. Exhaling a sigh of relief, he took a moment to collect himself with rapid, desperate breaths. His legs ached and his arm seared with pain. 007 needed help stat. Cautiously peeking around the corner, he looked for any signs of 1x and luckily there were none.
With vision clouded from blood loss, the colours of the world distorted and grey, he looked around for a medkit. The scenery was bleak, the dark setting made it hard to see into the distance and his own lightheadedness didn’t help.
Relief flooded him upon seeing the Pizza Boy, hunched over working on a rusty generator, “E-Elliot, I’m sorry to ask but can you spare me a slice? I really need one right now.”
Their relationship had always been turbulent, even worse when 007n7 was still alive, though he thoroughly believed with due time that Elliot would forgive him. At the very least stop treating him with the coldness and disgust that the older man was familiar with.
“Oh, yeah sorry I- I’m kind of saving it for someone else right now.” the man said, his eyes still focused on the machine he was working on.
007 was slightly surprised by the rejection, he understood that he didn’t like him but he was bleeding out for Telamon’s sake! The fact he was still standing was a miracle really, “Um, Elliot, sorry. I- I really need this, I’m barely surviving right now, please it’s just one slice.” 7n7 continued to beg.
He always felt the need to be kind to the people around him as a way of making up for his past wrong-doings. Consequently, his passiveness meant he was treated as a doormat to be trampled on by the survivors. Though he often despised the way he was treated, he never found a need to voice his anger as it’d run into meaningless conflict where he’d only be further exiled from the rest.
“Ugh, you’re so annoying. I said I’m saving it for someone. Shoo.” the man groaned, Elliot finally lifted his head up from the wires he was finicking with to flick his hand at 007n7 like he was swatting a fly.
Usually, he’d let such a thing slide but with the severity of his state, he decided to keep pressing, “I-... No. Elliot, the only people left are yourself, who you can’t heal, Two Time who is on their second life anyway, and Noob who’s the only one who hasn’t been hurt this whole round! H-he’s surviving fine on his own. I- I’m sorry but I don’t think that’s an adequate excuse.”
“Fine, maybe I just don’t wanna heal you.”
Was he hearing himself?
Elliot stood up from the machine, eye-level with the banged up hacker, the exasperation in his face blatant, “Has it occurred to you that I don’t enjoy helping the man who ruined my life? Are you so thick that you didn’t think once about how you destroyed my work place: my pride, my reputation?” his volume increased as he stepped toward 7n7, each syllable of each word spiked with venom. Elliot jabbed his finger into 7n7’s forehead at the end of every point he made, “There is no way you’re such a pathetic moron to think that you could keep taking and taking and taking after all you fucking did. You never gave a single thing back to me aside from your half-assed, wimpish apologies!”
The sudden vicious confession stunned the older man before he finally responded, “How are you still hung up on that? It’s been almost a decade, Elliot.” 007 retorted, the heat of the argument creeped up his neck, every single thing he’s been pushing down and wanting to say raising up and sitting at the tip of his tongue, “It’s incredibly childish that after years have passed you hold onto this meaningless grudge! I’ve done everything I could to make up for this.”
Elliot was shocked that he spoke back as it contrasted his previously resigned personality. Not a single nervous stutter had broken up 7’s sentence, leaving the younger man baffled, “Ha- Hah! YOU think I’M childish? Telamon forbid I’m angry at the person who ruined my life for months - twice! And it’s only been a decade since your stupid stunt, not your son’s, dipshit.”
“So what? I apologised! I even paid back all the damages after what he did!”
“Do you think money was ever the issue? You’re so ignorant!”
Locked in stalemate, both of them continued to fire excuse after excuse and argument after argument, getting nowhere. Their rage distracting them from their surroundings; not realising that they were just sitting ducks with a fox on the loose.
“Elliot, what could I possibly do to earn your forgiveness? You’re being so obnoxious! I’d do anything for you to just put me on even grounds for even a second! I just want you to heal me, I’m really not asking for much!”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes! I’d do anything for you to let this go!”
007n7 was shocked at the younger boy’s ability to retain such a grudge. Even if the other admins and survivors hated him for his past, they’d at least softened a little, acknowledging the importance of 007 as one of them. However, Elliot never did. He maintained his icy, stoic self around 007n7, he was like an entirely different person around everyone else: only treating the hacker with such impoliteness.
Suddenly, Elliot grasped a fistful of 007n7’s hair pulling him forward before gritting through his teeth, “You genuinely wanna make it up? Fine. See me in my cabin after this round.”
Forcefully, he pushed the hacker away with the grasp he had, causing 007n7 to stumble, just about catching himself on the end of the generator.
However, foolishly, the two had lost track of time, 1x1x1x1 had already claimed the other two survivors during their idle bickering. A well aimed entanglement, slashed into 007n7, knocking him out entirely - his vision fading to black. Leaving Elliot to fend for himself.
After regaining consciousness, 007n7 sat in the corner of the lobby, arms folded as he waited for Elliot to be over with his round. The frustration rang in his ears, his nails digging into his skin with each passing thought of that idiot’s face. Who does he think he is? His dumb grudge got me killed and probably him next.
Unsurprisingly, the rest of the round was short lived, 1x was bound to win after he downed all the sentinels immediately. 007 looked up from his feet, to see the similarly infuriated Elliot glaring at him before storming out of the house: slamming the door behind him with a loud bang that left the other survivors exchanging worried looks with one another. The hacker followed suit. Making his way toward the log cabin assigned to the pizza boy.
007n7 knocked on the door, putting as much anger behind his strikes on the door as he did his words earlier. It swung open, Elliot grovelling on the other side, “Really took your time huh?”
In the middle of 007n7’s snarky response, Elliot interrupted by snatching his collar and dragging him into the room. The door slamming closed as he pushed the older man’s back against the wood and forced his lips onto the other. The unprecedented gesture caused the 7n7 to freeze up, “God you kiss like a dead fish.” he mumbled against the hacker’s mouth finally taking him out of his petrified state.
007n7 rested his hands on the younger man’s waist roughly kissing back, their mutual hatred seeping into the bruising embrace. Without warning, Elliot dug his teeth straight down into the bottom lip of the other man, ripping a pained gasp from his lungs giving Elliot the opportunity to push his tongue into the other’s mouth. The taste of blood from 7n7’s lip mixing into their mouths. The tang of iron swirled in between their tongues; a stark contrast to the bland saliva which aided in the newly growing heat in their stomachs. Elliot creeped his hand up to 007n7’s hair, knocking the ridiculous burger hat off his head, before scraping his nails into the man’s scalp and seizing a lock of hair and pulling. An electrifying shock of pain shot down 007’s spine, settling in his groin and forcing a small, lustful moan out of him.
“You’re such a fucking freak. You liked that didn’t you, weirdo?” Elliot pulled back upon the sound that 007n7 made, looking at the dishevelled man who was still catching his breath. His glasses were askew, his hair untamed, blood and saliva dripping down bruised lips.
“S-shut up…” he muttered through shaggy inhales.
His counter stirred up Elliot once again, “Don’t tell me to shut up, freak.”
He crashed his lips onto 007n7’s once again, shutting him up for good. Elliot’s hand returned to its position, entangled between the strands of brown, occasionally tugging to elicit small sounds from the hacker that only spurred Elliot on more. Similarly, with each sharp prick and jab of pain, 007n7’s arousal only continued to grow. They continued to kiss, fighting to see who’d last the longest without air, stubbornly clutching onto whatever little increments of breath they had left until one of them finally pulled away from the kiss.
Elliot separated himself first, greedily sucking in air to collect himself. 007n7 did the same, resting his head back against the door, closing his eyes and regaining his composure.
“Don’t go out on me,” Elliot mocked, snapping his fingers in 007’s ears, “You haven’t repaid me yet.”
With that, he pulled 7’s wrist, guiding him to and pushing him onto the bed. He threw his visor onto the ground, ridding himself of his shirt as the other man dumbly stared, “Take your clothes off, I don’t have all day.” Elliot groaned.
The rude command from the man only further pissed off 007n7 leaving him to utter an inaudible insult under his breath, though he acknowledged challenging Elliot on his tone wouldn’t get them far. Soon, their clothes were mutually discarded into a messy stack of cloth leaving them both naked.
Elliot positioned himself between the other man’s bare legs before putting two of his fingers up to 007’s mouth, with the single word order “Suck.”
Reluctantly, 007 followed but not before biting down on the fingers as they entered his mouth, “Ow! Fuck, do you want your stupid healing or not?” Elliot threatened. 007 furrowed his brow before going forward with what was asked of him. “Pull another stunt and I’m never helping you again.”
His tongue carelessly lapped over the man’s fingers, coating them in as much saliva as possible. Once he was done, out of pure spite, Elliot pushed his fingers roughly to the back of 007n7’s throat causing him to gag. He felt his throat close up around his digits as 7n7 tried to cough. When he pulled his fingers out, Elliot watched with a cocky smile as 007 gasped and groaned from the feeling.
“Just putting us on even ground.”
Sparing no time, he took his soaked digits down to the older man’s hole, quickly plunging into the tight ring of muscle - small grunts of discomfort sliding past 007’s lips. The brutal, merciless stretch felt immensely uncomfortable, a dull ache blooming from each push of Elliot’s fingers against his walls. He clenched his teeth and tightened a hold onto the bed sheets below him as he did his best to grit through the feeling.
His discomfort didn’t go unnoticed. His body was tense and every muscle taut, “Can you relax a little, you’re making this more difficult than it should be.”
“Ngh, maybe if d-didn’t rush so much.” 007 groaned.
Despite how much he wanted to go against everything Elliot said, it wouldn’t do anyone any good and so he fought himself to loosen his body. He became much more pliant. Elliot easily molding and stretching his walls with each sloppy drag of his fingers. Yet, just as the pain began morphing into something more enjoyable, the younger man pulled away. The emptiness forced a needy whine out from him.
“Desperate much?” Elliot teased as he positioned himself closer to 007n7’s hole.
“Do you have to be so rude whenever you open your mouth?” the hacker spat. Fed up with every insult and mocking statement that had been hurled at him.
“Remember what’s at stake here, 7, or do you wanna be left bleeding out every round?”
Every fibre of 007n7’s being hated Elliot. He saw him as nothing but an immature, petty man incapable of moving on. Even seeing his passion for that stupid pizzeria as nothing but obnoxious, yet it didn’t stop him from shutting up here. Incapable of denying the importance of his healing and his own sexual needs. Lust had clouded his mind and not even his hatred for the man was enough to stop him from trying to find relief right now.
Elliot began to sink his cock into 007n7. The stretch far greater than what the younger man’s fingers had prepared him for but it was nowhere near as unpleasant. His breathing hitched as he leaned his head back onto the pillow, welcoming the feeling. Even if he hated the man above him, the pleasure was too blinding for him to care at this point.
Letting out a lengthy moan, Elliot felt the silky warmth engulf his cock. He tried to ground himself by clinging onto 007n7’s thighs - nails digging sharply into the flesh hard enough to bleed. The feeling was intoxicating. As a result, he couldn’t resist the temptation to slam himself further into the tight warmth and, while it gave him immense relief, it almost felt like being winded to 007n7. It felt like his insides had entirely shifted to make way for appendage that’d filled him: intense but far from uncomfortable. In fact, the feeling had knocked a loud, whore-ish moan from his lungs.
“Fuck- fuck, you’re tight…” Elliot muttered, stumbling over his words as his thoughts became fogged by the pleasure.
Pulling out slowly, he relished in the addicting drag of 007’s walls down his cock before ramming back into the heat. Mercilessly pistoning his hips into the feeling, selfishy chasing his own pleasure with little care for the man below him though, it seemed he was enjoying himself anyways.
Each time Elliot shoved himself back inside the hacker, 007 couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped his mouth. Even when he pursed his lips shut, it did little to stop the slutty sounds that were falling out of him.
For Elliot, every small whine just further fueled his burning arousal, “Holy shit, you know you moan like a whore, right? God..hah- do you feel no shame?” To answer his question, of course he did. He felt lots of it. The embarrassment was overwhelming but surprisingly pleasurable at the same time.
The sweat began collecting on his brow as the pizza boy continued on with his brutal pace, leaning over to rest his head on the collar bone of the other man before abruptly biting down. His teeth sinking into the soft skin with such a force, 007n7 feared it’d break the skin. Yet, despite sharp pain that blossomed from his shoulder, it ripped another pleasured whine from him as the sensation only fed into his high.
“You’re a fucking freak.” Elliot teased, the sentence littered by his shaggy breaths.
However, the older man could only respond with a high pitched sound of acknowledgement. When Elliot pulled away from his chest he looked down, enlightened by the view of 007n7 flushed and sweaty. His mouth agape spilling out slutty moans and his eyes half-lidded and glossy. It felt ridiculously good to see the man he hated absolutely dishevelled, though in his eyes, he wasn’t ravaged enough. He let go of the brutal hold he had on 007n7’s thighs, creeping his hand up to his neck before pressing down. A tinge of panic overcame 007 when he realised he could no longer breathe and his body tightened with each desperate but futile attempt to inhale. He pulled his hands from the sheets to claw at the fist wrapped around his throat, but even though he dug his nails into it, Elliot didn’t budge. The younger man watched with a twisted smile as 007n7 pathetically pawed away at his hand.
Soon, the lack of oxygen manifested into a sense of dizziness. His body felt light. Every limb felt like it weighed nothing. Then, in a manner of seconds, oxygen flooded his lungs when Elliot let go. The sinking feeling of finally being able to breathe returning him to reality.
Though the relief was short-lived, as Elliot returned the firm hold he had on his neck just like before.
“Telamon knows how much I hate you,” Elliot began between pants, “Hah - Y-Your stupid niceness and your apologies piss me off so much. Every time I see your dumb sorry smile it annoys me.”
His grip tightened with every rant and each sentence was punctuated by another brutal thrust. The hatred he’d held on for years pouring out into his actions, every digging of his hips into 007’s hole was a means of catharsis for his frustrations.
“But - fuck… seeing you like this. Like a useless whore - I’ve never felt better.” though Elliot’s words were slurred, it didn’t stop him continuing his vent, “I hate seeing you trying to act useful and be part of the group, your only real use should be this - to be fucked and left. I think this is the only way I can stomach your ugly face.”
Sure enough, 007n7 had things he wanted to say too. Dozens of just as spiteful comments on how much he hates Elliot’s attitude or how he never lets go or the way he drives the killer right to him every round. He could nitpick his carelessness; the way he’s too reliant on the other sentinels; the way he hogs all the items for himself. 007n7 would love to spit it back in his face if he could just breathe.
Yet, at the same time, the things Elliot said seemed to fuel his arousal drawing him closer and closer to his own release. It felt awful to sit and think about, though in passing, he was strangely enjoying the embarrassment and insults. Every berating word seemed to turn him on more - how fucked up was that?
Elliot finally let go of his throat again, allowing his lungs to inflate with air so quickly he almost choked on nothing, “You’re such a weirdo, fuck, I bet you get off on that too. Every time I grab your throat you get so fucking tight.”
Both of them were nearing their climax. The pizza boy’s thrusts got sloppier, much shallower and quicker, while 007n7 was becoming more desperate, his whines louder as he pushed himself down to match each thrust of Elliot’s cock into him.
Leaning back, Elliot again got a tight hold on the hacker’s thighs selfishly chasing his own release. Similarly, 007n7 grabbed his dick, rapidly pumping it to find relief which didn’t take long. 007n7 came with a lustful moan, his cum splashing onto his stomach and his own hand. His body tensed from the serene feeling of his orgasm, his walls tightly hugging around Elliot’s cock dragging out his release. Elliot fell forward, spilling his seed into 007 with a pleasured groan: the feeling spreading throughout his whole body.
Minutes passed of them staying in silence. The atmosphere thickened with the smell of sex and the only sound around them was their own heavy breathing. Neither dared to move, simply relaxing in the afterglow.
Eventually, Elliot pulled out. Moving himself to sit on the edge of the bed, he groaned as he felt the pain in his knees and the sting of his back. It took him a minute before he reached for a towel, mindlessly throwing it onto 007n7.
“Clean yourself up, then get out…”
“And um, y-you can get your healing now. Sorry.”