Work Text:
Deities were perfect, clean slates of a being, molded into who they were with unimaginable power, rulers of many and acting on their whims.
Yet us, Inphernals, the lesser being, were created to be like animals, spawning into existence with a purpose, born from sacrificing part of one’s gear. All we’d know was where we were born and who stepped up to take care of us, or if no one did.
They have no need for sustenance like normal animals, and yet sometimes they mimic animals, sometimes they grow hair or have faces in the shape of one, and yet for some unknown reason other than to give Inphernals what they could perceive as ‘freedom’, they have reproductive organs similar to other animals.
As beings who are largely the same aside from weight, height, their gear, and the shape of their horns… We have what is both for the predescribed genders we’ve given to animals, male and female parts.
From those born before us, we’ve since learned that there is no way to impregnate someone with your children, and thus the act has commonly been used for fun, for intimacy, and for stress relief.
…
Medkit is startled out of his thoughts by his annoying co-worker, Subspace. “Could you pay attention? I’m trying to talk here.”
He covers the papers, albeit halfheartedly, his research into things that while intriguing aren’t important in the grand scheme of things.
His pink counterpart leans over to see and makes that insufferable face, “Wow, Meddy, what’s this? Doesn’t seem like something the Administration would want you to be looking into.”
The healer of the two stays quiet, knowing Subspace likes the sound of his voice too much to care. At least for meaningless things like this. It feels like the other treats him like he’s stupid, parading misguided loyalty for an organization that couldn’t give two shits about them, but he can’t say a word.
If Subspace even sees how deep his disloyalty runs, Medkit would be lucky to make it out alive. He’s far too smart to know that Medkit doesn’t have some.. ‘annoyances’, but it’s his belief that you’d be stupid not to be loyal to this place that makes him blind.
“Good thing I wouldn’t want you to get punished over something like this, but you are deemed valuable, so you should try to stay on track.” Subspace is warning him in a way that seems subtle, but Medkit knows that the man just likes lording anything and everything over him.
Subspace is their perfect lamb, groomed from the day he was born into one that would sacrifice everything for the organization. It’d mean nothing if he was a bumbling buffoon, but no, Subspace just had to have the intelligence to back it up.
Medkit, meanwhile, was born from nothing, only a gear to his name that made him valuable. Valuable in if he misstepped they wouldn’t hesitate to be rid of him so no one else could use him, but enough that they wouldn’t kill him outright if they didn’t need to.
What ‘peas in a pod’ they were.
“Of course,” he simply replied.
“You’re boring.”
Subspace then unceremoniously leans on Medkit from behind, a truly uncomfortable position born from a man who does not care about how others feel. Truly insufferable. “What.”
“Hmm.. Meddy, how do you feel about some stress relief?”
Already?
The other pushes against him so hard he relents and places his hands against the table, bending his chest down, “..Sub..-”
He flinches when Subspace’s hand finds its way to his tail, shoulders tensing before he forces them to relax. “Acting like the prey you are. So glad to have trained you so well!”
The other leans in to his side, “Don’t act like you didn’t want this, you used to be so enthusiastic.”
“Well, everyone makes mistakes,” Medkit retorts back, much to Subspace’s amusement. ..Back when he was younger. Back when ‘fight’ felt like ‘love’.
“Yet you’re still letting me do this~♪” He singsongs.
..Because Medkit knew he was Subspace’s favorite to torment, both the same age, raised around in this environment, and both geniuses in their own right. He always liked to be superior to everyone, so it was only natural it would come to this.
If Medkit could be bitter, he could almost say Subspace was envious that it was him who had such a rare gear, though he couldn’t imagine the other ever having the temperament for healing of all things. Such envy of what one cannot attain is childish.
If not for this, Subspace would be irritated for the rest of the day, and subsequently do worse unto Medkit. They were too volatile to each other, but when they managed to work together they did great things. Horrid things, but great all the same.
Medkit won’t pretend his hands are clean, and yet despite all his sins, this is not a place he wants to stay till his dying days. His friends are gone, and so all that is left is Subspace, minus the few times he sees others.
He must’ve been quiet for too long, as Subspace continues talking, “Oh! Let me guess… You’re afraid of someone finding us. Don’t worry though~ They all know you’re mine anyway.”
Unrepenting hands shove his coat off him, pulling down his pants to have access to the opening down there. “..Look at you, you’re dripping Meddy..” State the obvious, why don’t you?
His legs instinctively try to close, but Subspace shoves a leg in between them before he can, cradling the folds in between. “How loud would you scream if I shoved it in right now?”
“..I wouldn’t.”
“What if I forced your mouth open?”
“I’d bite your fingers.”
“Ooh, what are you, gonna lick my blood? Have me inside of you? I didn’t know you were like that Meddy!”
“I think that’s more your kink than mine.”
“Mm,” Subspace makes a sound to indicate he isn’t really listening, “What if I shove your gun down your throat?”
“What are you gonna do if I die because I choke?” Idiot lays unsaid.
He almost looks like he’s salivating, “Keep fucking your body until it gets cold, maybe.”
Medkit shudders,” You creep..”
“What does it make you? You’re getting off on it too. Besides.. Put the gun down your throat and I’ll accidentally hit the trigger! It’ll heal any pain from me tearing you open, isn’t that nice?”
..Medkit should be really careful. He knows what he can do with his gear, and he knows that he can revive people (only recently, though). They don’t know that, yet. One of these days, if Subspace finds out, he might just kill Medkit to see if he could revive himself. His deep curiosity over morbid things had existed since he was a newspawn, after all.
“W-What if I…” He cursed his stutter. “Break it by accident..?”
He can feel Subspace shrugging against him, “Dunno. I guess you’ll be dead then!” If Medkit didn’t know how Subspace felt, he’d know now with how cheery he was. “Why? Scared? It’s okay Meddy, I’ll be right here.”
Like that’s reassuring.
This apathetic freak who hurts others to feel something, yet acting like a dog on a leash for the association. It would almost be funny.
Medkit hears the shifting of clothing, before Subspace pulls back, and then slam–!
He screams, insides torn through like they were paper, fingers scrambling helplessly against the desk, threatening to tear his fingernails off before Subspace stops him, “Sorry, Meddy, only I have the right to hurt you.”
Uncaring of the assault upon Medkit’s body, he rams in like a bull, feasting on his own pleasure and Medkit’s suffering.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it HURTS-
He desperately gasps in air, trying to find something to ground himself with before Subspace shoves his gun into his mouth, firing multiple shots, flipping it so suddenly from pain to pleasure that it feels dizzying.
Drool and saliva pool around it, suffocating in a way that only heightened the feeling. The cold metallic gun was pressed at such an uncomfortable angle, Subspace unrelenting in where he was holding it that it brought tears to his eyes, quickly turning him into a mess.
His head spins, voice making embarrassing sounds that get choked out by the gun in his throat that it quickly leaves him unintelligible.
Subspace laughs, “You’re so nice like this Meddy, turning into a babbling whore. At least like this you know how to shut up, mm?”
A moment later he pulls the gun out, causing him to cough the build up of fluids out violently, “Tsk, tsk.. So messy..”
It clatters against the table, dropped carelessly.
He moves slower, almost convincingly gentle, cradling the side of Medkit’s cheek, “We do have to talk, y’know… Do you remember Hyper? How you failed to recover an asset so I, of course, had to step in?”
He hates this.. Subspace breaking his walls down to hurt him while he’s in a vulnerable state.
“What a lucky Inphernal you are, to have me in your corner since your ‘oh so important’ gear failed to do a thing.”
It’s like he knows exactly what lulls people into a false sense of security, loves tormenting him while they’re doing this. Yes, he used to love this, and yet see how quickly his feelings over it change when it turns into throwing Medkit’s failures into his face.
His hand begins to circle around Medkit’s antlers, “I heard that he has a cat. Some mangy thing he brought in from the crossroads, who knows what germs it could have… But, I feel like you could fit just fine as our little Blackrockian cat. You sure do resemble a deer, but look at your name Meddy! I could just take the other half of your name and call you a kitty, huh?”
“I think they’d think it was just a cute pet name. Maybe they’d think we’re closer than we actually are.”
“So come on, Kitty, meow for me.”
Subspace’s grip tightens, and he's so very scared that he won’t hesitate to break it off. “M-meow..”
He laughs. “That’s the best you’ve got? Well that’s fine, I’ll still be here despite all your imperfections.”
It feels embarrassing.
“Now one last thing, ‘Kitty’, show your loyalty to Blackrock.” Subspace specifically drags his length against a sensitive spot, slowly, making sure Medkit can savor every second of it.
“Ngh.. I… I swear.. To give.. my..ah.. Life to.. Blackrock..”
He pulls out and quickly thrusts back in, “aAH~!”
“Now swear to the KORBLOX Administration, I need to make sure you’re loyal, Meddy.” He’s taunting him.
“I..-” The second Medkit starts, he rams back in again, “sw–aaAH~haahh..~!”
Subspace laughs at him, “How enthusiastic. I’ll be sure to let them know just how willing you are to serve them.”
This time he doesn’t slow down, railing into him over and over, letting his unfiltered sounds echo throughout the room.
“Ngh.. Mmh… Aah.. Haah… Sub.. Spa–aAAH~!”
“How pretty,” he mocks, “Why can’t you say my name like that all the time?”
Subspace holds tightly onto his hips as he thrusts in, grinding roughly within that it completely silences Medkit, voice failing him as it clenches sporadically around the other’s length, milking it to empty inside of him.
The other pulls out unceremoniously, last bits of semen spurting out and dirtying Medkit even further. He falls onto the table, limbs trembling too much to be of use.
“Look, Meddy, you made such a mess,” Subspace says in a scolding yet amused tone.
Blood and cum are dripping down into the floor, pain no longer felt since he ended up healing himself, yet proof it had happened all the same.
He slowly falls onto his knees, leaning himself against the table so as not to completely hit the floor. Papers once on this desk are now unrecognizable.
He feels so pathetic, the aftermath of everything he’d just done hitting him all at once.
Subspace fixes his own clothing like nothing ever happened, “Don’t forget~” He singsongs, “We have to present a meeting in 10 minutes.”
That fuck–