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"Is there any chance Cindercrest can forgive what Wemmbu did today? We're so, like- we're so close, to defeating Parrot, like. If anything, don't let Wemmbu's stupid decisions-"
"Dawg." Wemmbu complains, moving all their attention onto him instead. "You're making it out to be like- Bro. I did what arachnid asked, like-"
Yungy grits his teeth. "Wemmbu." he intercepts. "You've made enough stupid decisions today, okay? So shut the fuck up and let me handle this."
"Oh come on." Wemmbu groans, the words slipping out before he can help it. "You're making me sound like your bitch, bro, I'm-"
And maybe he should've given it some thought before he let his mouth run.
"Yeah. Yeah, maybe that'd be a start, huh? To act your fucking place, Wemmbu." Yungy berates him, stepping closer. “Go on.”
Wemmbu takes a step back. “What? What- I- what are you even like talking about, bro? I'm not-”
“No, Wemmbu. You said it right. You're Arachnid's bitch. And, if need be, you can be Flame's bitch. Go on. Make it up to him.” Yungy smirks, giving him a harsh push towards Flame.
Wemmbu stumbles one step backwards. “What the fuck are you-?”
“Huh.” Flame interrupts. “Right.”
Wemmbu snaps his head around, fixing his eyes on Flame. Flame's gaze is strong, fierce, fixed. It runs a shiver over Wemmbu's back.
“Flame. You can't seriously, like-” Wemmbu sputters out, breaking eye contact, looking around for a way out, somehow. There must be-
Yungy's hand lands firm on his shoulder, startling Wemmbu, his grip tightening. “Wemmbu. Get on your knees. Now.”
Wemmbu shudders out a breath. “I'm not-”
“You know what'll happen. Knees. I won't say it again.” The words are a sharp reminder coming from Yungy's lips. This isn't just about him, or his pride. It's about Egg too.
And so he lets out a deep breath, sighs, and drops to his knees.
A surprised “Wemmbu-”
Immediately cut off by a sharp “Jaden, respectfully, shut the fuck up.” from Wemmbu.
“How about you shut up, Wemmbu? Get going. Come on.” A sharp nudge in his back, Yungy's foot pushing him forward. Wemmbu snaps his head back to glare at Yungy, but Yungy just gives him a pointed look back, and…
Wemmbu drops his head, gritting his teeth. Then shuffles forward, slowly, bit by bit. All up until Flame's shoes are in his sight. Flame - not even wearing armour. Because Wemmbu broke it. And somehow he, Wemmbu, is kneeled at his feet. He was winning the fight. He was winning-
A hand in his hair, and it's- it’s… gentle? His breath hitches. He looks up at Flame. The expression he's met with is completely unreadable. There's something in there. A frown. A confused twinkle in his eye. Which- which is stupid. Flame should know more than anyone what it feels like to have your best friend compromised. To fight for someone, something, you don't want to fight for.
He doesn't get any of that, from Flame. Just a finger rubbing behind his ear. Carefully. Gently. It's wrong. It's weird and it's wrong and nothing about any of this is-
A zipping sound pulls him out of it, puts him back to reality.
Right.
None of this means anything. He just needs to- he turns his head just slightly, Yungy entering his peripheral vision.
Flame tilts Wemmbu's head back, coming face to face with Flame's cock. Flame's not even hard, Wemmbu realises.
That's okay. It doesn't matter. Wemmbu's head gets pushed forward, lips hovering just a bit away from Flame's cock.
“C'mon, Wemmbu, get a move on. We don't have all day. Make it up to the fucking guy.” Yungy orders behind him.
He doesn't get a move on, but Flame pushing his cock to his mouth is enough to get him kickstarted. He knows how to do this, it's nothing new. He's done it with Flame before, even. Late nights on travels together, bored, playful fights turning into one or the other pressed into the bed. It was fun, always a rush to see who'd win each time.
This isn't anything like that.
Flame slowly rocks his hips forward, grinding into Wemmbu's mouth. And Wemmbu is exactly what he needs to be. A pretty, quiet mouth to use.
Arachnid's bitch.
He huffs out a deep breath. Flame grunts, slowly growing harder inside Wemmbu's mouth. Flame grabs onto his hair, pushing his head back and forth on Flame's cock, setting up a slow pace.
Wemmbu ducks his head forward a bit, just so his hair covers up his eyes a bit more, and then closes them. His fingers press into his thighs. He lets himself get lost in the familiar motion. In the comfortable grip in his hair. Not too tight, but strong enough where he can just - be there. That's all.
It takes him back to easier times. Back when him and Flame were fighting side by side, strong enough to wipe out armies of thousand of players. More than just pawns in the hands of others.
Back when Egg was trapped in the end. Safe.
Still not free, sure, but safe at least. More free than he'd been any other time on the server so far. Wemmbu thinks.
And, maybe, his friends weren't holding him back. He- he was the one holding his friends back.
Just as quickly as the thought pops up, he pushes it away.
The lingering feeling of… guilt, failure, anger? He's not sure - doesn't go away as easily.
A laughy “Damn, he really is a bitch, huh?” snaps him out of his thoughts. Fuck, his thighs hurt. He didn't even realise he'd been pressing his nails straight into them. Fuck.
“Spongs.” Flame warns, sounding breathy.
Wemmbu opens his eyes. He's not - he's not in control here, but, he still wants to see. See what effect he has. Somewhere, he still needs to feed his pride. Even if just a little.
Spongs laughs. The sound pissed Wemmbu off. “No, like, seriously. He went down without any fight, like, basically, he's just-”
“Spongs.” Flame interrupts. “Shut up.”
Wemmbu looks up, gaze meeting Flame's. And it's- it's almost perfect. Almost watertight. The way he's letting out soft grunts with each thrust into Wemmbu's mouth, the way his brows are furrowed in concentration. But there's something in his eyes. Like, almost like Flame knows something’s up.
And he does, Wemmbu realises.
‘Cause Spongs is right.
He didn't put up a fight, really.
And Flame knows him better than that.
Wemmbu glares up at Flame, suddenly bobbing his head forward. It catches Flame off guard, pulling a moan out of him as he throws his head back. Flame's cock twitches in his mouth, and he pushes Wemmbu's head to the hilt of his cock. A quiet, groaned out “Fuck”, and then come is spurting into his mouth.
Flame pulls him off after, looking down at Wemmbu breathing heavy. He can tell Flame's trying to read something in his face. Wemmbu doesn't give him anything. Just a heavy, competitive glare.
“Good. Flame - I hope Cindercrest can forgive us.” Yungy's voice breaks through, ending whatever Flame and Wemmbu had going on between them. It brings reality crashing back down on Wemmbu, his head dropping down. Fucking hell.
“Yeah, yeah, I-” Flame hesitates. “I'll, whatever, I guess. I'll- relay the message to Saps.”