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Humans carried passports to get to important places. Humans checked other human's passports to let them in. Why was it not working?
"Look man, I don't have my passport-- is this some new company policy?" Gordon chuckled nervously, taking a few steps back away from Benry. He blinked slowly, leaning in close. Gordon had really nice green eyes. They looked like...something. Green jello.
"I'm...gonna have to follow you," the words came out unnaturally, his new vocal chords straining to keep up with the new vibrations. His last throat didn't feel like this.
Gordon gave a nervous grin, allowing him to follow. He smelled really weird after that, Benry vaguely knew the scent, it was similar to that of his prey on Xen. It drew him closer to Gordon.
He tried very hard keeping up with the human social norms for conversation, referencing what few things he had taken the pleasure in during his time on earth. He liked PlayStation. He liked playing his station. He liked his DVDs. HD. Nobody seemed to catch onto his attempts at being friendly. Gordon insisted on pushing forward. Benry couldn't prove it but now it seemed like he wanted to send him back home as if he hadn't tried so hard to get into Black Mesa. To get onto earth. The other's seemed to agree with this sentiment too. That hurt him! It hurt so much!
Benry tried his best to convince Gordon's friends to send him back. They agreed. They wanted to go home more than Benry didn't want to go home.
He liked when the military men cut off Gordon's hand. The way he cried out in pain, the way he couldn't fight back. It made Benry think of all those nights of watching Gordon sleep snug on the cold floors of the facility. He was completely defenseless and vulnerable. It made him feel things he didn't know he could feel so strongly. Gordon's arm bled too and it smelled good. Benry kept the arm. He couldn't stop himself from shoving it down his pants, curious to see how it would feel on whatever genitalia his body decided to manifest that day. He thinks it would have been better if the arm was cold.
Benry watched Gordon lay in the trash compactor. He wanted to touch him but he was too scared to reach past the HEV suit and feel his bare skin. He took his time to feel up the stump, wanting to feel the hot exposed flesh against the pads of his printless fingers, holding it up to his face, carefully taking a taste before blowing some Sweet Voice onto the wound to make sure it didn't get infected. He learned a few months prior that their flesh is easily susceptible to infection. It made him sad how delicate their bodies were. It meant he couldn't hurt Gordon the same way Gordon had hurt him. He couldn't reciprocate Gordon's flirtation.
Benry finds it funny to look back on his past thoughts on Gordon, he runs his fingers through Gordon's curly hair, looking down at him. Gordon is asleep. He's open and vulnerable. It's funnier how he always leaves himself vulnerable like that. He's pretty sure Gordon doesn't know what he really is. Benry can't say he's too sure himself. He's bad enough to where Tommy doesn't want to talk to him much anymore.
His eyes fall onto the calendar on the wall, reading May. Summer was approaching, that meant his cycle was too. He had told Gordon some of the stuff about it, but never went into detail. Gordon wouldn't go along with it if he knew everything. Benry was pretty sure he would be able to survive though. He butted his head against Gordon's with a low purr.
When Gordon slept like this it took a lot of restraint to keep himself from tearing out his throat. He would nip at him sometimes, though Gordon always thought it was playful, never processing the threat looming above his head, the threat that was slowly sinking his fangs deeper into his sweet skin.
Gordon woke up shortly, pushing Benry off with a complaint. Benry backed off for a moment before deciding it was safe to go back to showing his affections.
"You need to stop doing that shit man, it's creepy. How did you even get into my room? I swear I locked the door."
Benry thought Gordon was always so funny, the things he came up with. He used to not understand why Gordon pretended to be mean to him but he learned what "hard to get" meant on a forum and it all made sense. He didn't say anything when he wrapped his arms around Gordon's middle, nuzzling into his neck with a purr.
"Love you too, bro."
"No, that wasn't an invitation! Benrey! Get off!"
Gordon was trying to push him away now, but Benry wasn't stupid. Gordon was playing like he usually did. That's why Benry started pushing him down. Gordon was laying on his tummy on the floor now. Benry liked looking at his back like this.
"Benrey!"
Gordon sounded scared. But fake scared, obviously. Benry knew Gordon loved him as much as he loved him back. That's why he wasn't squirming as much as he usually did.
"Stop-- Stop moving, please?"
Benry was pushed off, now on the floor and looking up at pretty Gordon. Benry liked that he cried when he got excited like this. It made him feel good inside. It made him want to bite Gordon more. It made him want to consume every part of him.
"Why're you like this?! Why're you doing this so much more?!"
Benry smiled and kissed him. He loved Gordon so much.